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This is dedicated to Donna Marie who wrote one on my favorite haircutting stories. 

It had been 3 and a half weeks since my visit to Miss Irene’s, my stubble had now grown out into short velvety pelt. I was still trying to sort out my feelings about the whole incident, the embarrassment and humiliation  contrasted  with the enjoyment and arousal. With the record heat that had continued until now, the buzz cut has been a very cool perk. I was very torn about whether to keep it or let it grow out.  Now, however, the air conditioning in my apartment was out again and had been for two days and the landlord said that it would be at least the end of the week or longer before the repairman could get there.

I woke up about 5 AM on Wednesday morning and it was sweltering, I got a cool shower and had a glass of juice. I decided I needed to get out of that heat box for a while and decided to take a drive.  I left after pulling on my coolest little mini dress and some sandals.  After driving a while in no particular direction, I suddenly found myself on the street where Miss Irene’s shop was located. I stopped dead in the middle of the street because my feelings were still so strong. I car behind me honking brought me back to reality.  I pulled to the curb and parked and after sitting a moment to gather my thoughts, I decided to walk by the place to see what I could see. I didn’t think it would be open and it wouldn’t do any harm to walk by so I got out and started walking the block or 2 to her shop.  I came to the front of the shop and stopped  to look.  At that moment, a car pulled to the curb and out stepped Miss Irene. I froze with panic. She said, “Well sweetie, you came back but you are four days late.” I stammered a little but could not get any words out. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to the door as she unlocked and opened it. She led me inside stating “It’s good that you are here so early so I can take care of you before my first appointment of the day.” I finally choked out that I did not come for a haircut and she cut me off saying that of course I did since I was standing in front of her shop when she got there.

She ordered me to sit in the chair where Ben had watched my haircut while she put up her purse and put on her barber’s smock.  She came back in front of me and said it was time to get started.  I started to say I didn’t think… But she cut me off with a very stern tone stating that it was not polite for a young lady to talk back and disagree and that obviously the discipline from last time had done no good. She grabbed my arm and led me to her chair and said “Take your dress off and put on a smock.” I told her I could not since I was not wearing a bra and panties.  Miss Irene raised her voice in anger and said “You are four days late, have talked back, and are not dressed properly for a lady and you have got to be punished.”

Miss Irene grabbed my dress and quickly snatched it over my head.  She pulled me forward and bent me over so my right wrist was at the back of the barber chair armrest. She got a cuff that was attached to the chair back out of a little pocket and secured that wrist. Before I could react she did my left wrist. She made me straddle the footrest and she secured both my ankles to it. I was naked and exposed and couldn’t move. At that moment the receptionist and the other two hair dressers came into the salon. I thought I might get a reprieve but  their conversation quickly dashed my hopes. Miss Irene stepped to the side of the chair and said, “I have to get more serious with your discipline, you will take it like a lady should and be silent other than to count them. If you cry or scream that whack does not count. If you lose count we start again at one. Do you understand me?”
I said “Yes, Miss Irene.” 

Miss Irene unhooked the razor strap from the barber chair and stepped behind me. Quickly the first strike came, it felt like someone had set my bottom on fire and I screamed. One of the other barbers said “She screamed, that one doesn’t count.”

Another blow landed on my buttocks and it was all I could do to squeak out “one” and no other sounds. Blow after blow the razor strap landed. I became raw from my low back to my upper thighs. I lost count once and had to start over and cried or screamed on many more. I received about 50 lashes before she got to the count of 15 she wanted. The four of them released me and Miss Irene had me stand up and turn around to face all of them.  I stood with my face wet from tears, sniffing as I was trying to keep from crying.  Ruth looked at my pussy and told Miss Irene that a good girl does not have an unruly mess like that covering her feminine area. Miss Irene agreed and sat me down in her big leather chair. She reclined the back like she was going to wash my hair but the other two barbers were attaching something to the front of the chair. Miss Irene and the receptionist picked up my legs and put them in the stirrup like fixtures and strapped them down. Miss Irene refastened my wrists to the cuffs and fastened a belt around my waist and said “This is just to keep you from flinching.”

About then, the receptionist escorted the first two customers into the room. It was an older couple and they did not look surprised to see me strapped naked to the chair with my legs spread wide. I asked again to be covered but Miss Irene ignored me and discussed how unsightly my pussy was with all that hair. Miss Irene pumping the chair up to the proper height which was chest level for her, then she pumped up the stirrups raising my bottom off the seat and straining me against the waist restraint.  She picked up a small pair of trimmer clippers with no attachment and clicked them on. She expertly mowed away all of the hair on the front and then move down and cleaned up on each side of my pussy lips. She worked her way back and clipped away all of the hair on my extremely sore bottom taking care to get everything in my crack. She used her soft little wisk broom to brush away the clippings and covered my stubbly crotch with a hot towel. It burned like crazy yet was soothing especially on my welts. After a few moments she removed the towel and covered everything with hot menthol shaving foam. She stropped her straight razor on the razor strap she had beaten me with and then slowly and meticulously began scraping away the last remnants of my pubic covering. Miss Irene did the front then beside my labia and between my cheeks and around my anus.  I was extremely aroused by this and even though I was trying to be discreet, my dripping pussy gave it away. As she finished, Miss Irene  took her finger and ran it up and down along the folds of my labia and then plunged it into my sopping wet vagina and said to the other ladies, “ Oh my oh my, she is soaking wet, it’s obvious that she cannot control herself, if she doesn’t learn how to do that she will be running around like a little tramp spreading her legs for every man who points his penis her way.”

She looked at me and said, “ Sweetie, good girls must keep themselves fulfilled so they do not run around like little tramps but behave themselves, I have a special chastity belt for you to wear today to help you understand that fulfillment comes from other places and that you do not have to act like a little tramp.”

I responded, “But Miss Irene I am not a tramp, I don’t sprea…”

Miss Irene cut me off with a stern tone, “Good girls don’t sass their elders!”

Miss Irene told the receptionist to get the chastity belt and used another hot towel to wipe all of the shaving cream and clippings from my crotch.
Again I started to say, but Miss Irene, I don’t to wear…”

I was cut off again when she said, “But you will wear it today and until I decide you can control yourself. You will not be able to remove it yourself for any reason and you will not be able to relieve yourself in the powder room while wearing it. You will have to come to me for permission to go. I will control all of that. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Ma’am” I replied.

Ruth handed Miss Irene the belt and I saw it for the first time.  It was made of 3 inch wide metal bands that were hinged so it could open. The outside was covered with sharp 1 inch metal spikes to keep the young men away.  Attached to the inside of the band that ran around the crotch was two large dildoes and another fitting. Miss Irene slid it easily up under me since my legs in the stirrups still had my bottom suspended in the air. She grabbed the crotch strap and guided the two rods into my vagina and anus. As she slid the crotch band tight against me the third attachment seated itself firmly against my clitoris. She brought the two sides of the waist band around and after adjusting the fit so all 3 bands were really snug, she locked it in place. She stepped back and picked up a little hand held controller and started pressing buttons, flipping switches and turning knobs.  I could feel the rods inside me growing in length and diameter as they expanded to fill my cavities.  The mound against my clit started vibrating and pulsing mild electric shocks. I started feeling the shaft in my anus vibrating, getting warm, and pulsing electric shocks also. I my vagina the shaft grew and shrank with the tip moving around and the skin of it moved making it feel like thousands of tiny fingers were massaging my vaginal walls.

My reaction was immediate and strong, I was moaning, struggling against my restraints and thrusting my pelvis in response to the belt. Miss Irene leaned over me and smiled, “Sweetie, you have to control yourself and be fulfilled in a ladylike way. Don’t act like a little animal or tramp.”

But the belt already had control of me, I had never felt such intense sexual urges before in my life. I had the most intense orgasm of my life less than 45 seconds after Miss Irene activated the belt. I was screaming like a banshee. Miss Irene took a gag that was shaped like the head of a penis and shoved it into my mouth and fastened it  behind my head effectively silencing me. Climax after climax came and they began to run together and I fairly quickly became exhausted. I began to just lie there limp as the orgasms continued to ravage my female parts. My eyes wandered around the room and the other ladies we going about their business like nothing was happening. Ladies in the other two chairs were getting their hair done and talking about other things.  Finally Miss Irene leaned back over me and said, “Sweetie, I think you are beginning to learn to control yourself. Let’s turn this off and sit you up so we can finish you up this morning. Fulfillment can be a wonderful thing.”

Miss Irene stopped the belt, allowing me to relax and then removed the gag from my mouth. I was panting and asked how many hours that had been. Miss Irene and the other ladies laughed and she said that it had only been 25 minutes but that I had about 75 orgasms in that time. I knew that my pussy was still tingling and felt like it was ready to fall off.  She detached my restraints and helped me to my feet. I could hardly stand. They help me to a seat across the room and then removed the stirrups and set the chair back into its normal position.  Miss Irene patted the seat and said, “OK sweetie, come back over here and let’s do your haircut and get you nice and smooth on top to match your bottom.”
I hesitated and grimaced as I reached up and touched my three and a half weeks of growth at suddenly seemed very long. Fortunately, I did not say anything as Miss Irene started to scowl and got myself to my feet and made my way slowly and wobbly to the chair. Miss Irene helped me into the chair and moved to the back.  She said, “You are starting to learn some discipline and that is very good, if you had not had so many serious lapses earlier, I would have just given you a trim instead of shaving you completely, don’t you agree ladies?”

The other barbers and their customers along with several newly arrived customers all agreed with her. I started to feel self conscious again and started to cover my breasts and squeeze my thighs together.  Miss Irene scolded me saying, “These ladies have all seen nakedness before, you have to earn the right to wear a smock now and you have not done that yet.  Sit up straight, hands on the armrest and open your legs.”

I did as instructed and awaited my fate. In a couple of seconds, I heard the pop of the clippers and Miss Irene stepped into my line of sight holding the humming clippers that had no guard and said, “Now hold still, do as you are told and don’t say a word and there will be no more discipline today. Do you understand?
I squeaked, “Yes, ma’am.”

She stepped behind me and placing her had on top of my head pushed it forward and began shearing away at the back of my head. She placed them on my neck below my hairline and mowed upward with the clippers changing tone as they plunged into the hair.  She made pass after pass until the hair was completely gone. She moved to my left side and clipped behind my ear then in front of my ear. She then sheared from the top of my ear all the way up. She spun the chair so I was now facing the mirror and not the other patrons waiting and began on the right side of my head. I stared in the mirror and thought of my first encounter with Miss Irene three and a half weeks ago and how right now looking at myself in the mirror it seemed like a moment ago and yet it seemed like my head had been buzzed forever. Miss Irene made quick work of the right side and then held the back of my head with her left hand and placed the clippers on my forehead. I watched as she sheared off strip after strip of what little hair I had until there was nothing left but the same stubble I had 25 days before. She clicked off the clippers and picked up a brush and started brushing off all of the loose hair from my head, face, shoulders, breasts, arms, and legs. All of a sudden, I began to feel the urge to go and I meekly asked Miss Irene if I could go to the powder room.  Miss Irene said, “Sweetie, you need to learn control and you must wait until I am finished before you will be allowed to go.”

Miss Irene wrapped a steaming towel around my head and spoke to the other ladies while I waited in increasing discomfort. Finally she turned and removed the towel and dispensed a large dollop of shave cream from the hot lather machine. She spread it on my head slowly massaging in into my scalp to soften the stubble. When she was satisfied that it was thoroughly worked in, she picked up her straight razor and stropped it on the razor strap. She started at my forehead and slowly worked her way back across the top and then down each side and the back, she ran her hand over it and then relathered  my head for a second round.  This time instead of the straight razor, she used a Quattro and carefully went over my head again. She took another hot towel and wiped it down and then put aftershave on it. I was doing my best not to squirm as she applied head wax and started buffing my head to a bright shine. As she finished I asked, “Miss Irene, may I go now.”

She said, “Yes, you may, now stand in the middle of the room with your legs spread apart.”

I quickly complied and while Miss Irene got the key from her drawer, Ruth got this odd shaped bowl and placed it between my legs, it was about 18 inches high and oval, the two pointy ends curved up about 6 inches.  I was staring at the bowl as Miss Irene stepped in front of me. She began, “You will likely find that you have little control over your urges the first time the chastity belt is removed. This bowl is designed so you can immediately squat and relieve yourself. I have found that some young ladies cannot even hold it long enough to sit on a toilet. When I remove the belt from between your legs, you must immediately squat onto the bowl. Do you understand?”

I responded, “Yes, ma’am.”

Miss Irene inserted the key and unlocked the belt, she unfolded the waist band to the back and standing at my side, lowered the crotch band and after the rods were extracted pulled it from between my legs. She was correct that the urge was intense, I dropped onto the bowl and it fit against me perfectly. The pee started gushing into the bowl and my bowels emptied also. I squatted there several minutes until I had completely emptied myself. I stood and Miss Irene and the receptionist busied themselves cleaning me with warm moist towelettes. When they were satisfied that I was completely clean, the rods from the chastity belt were reinserted and the belt was locked in place. I was allowed to put on my dress and sandals.

Miss Irene started giving me instructions, “ I will be here until 6 PM if you need to relieve yourself before the morning, be careful of your food and fluid intake that will help you stay in control. Several times a day the belt will provide fulfillment, you must learn to control your reactions to it.  For today you must be careful not to be in an awkward position when fulfillment comes. You will remain completely bald until your training is complete which will take at least three weeks. Starting tomorrow you will need to arrive here when I arrive at 6 AM. You will be allowed to relieve yourself and then we will do a complete shave so you won’t have any stubble anywhere for the day. Then any necessary discipline will be administered. We will make a prim and proper lady out of you.  Do you have any questions?”

I was in shock at the prospect of coming here every day for the next three weeks but knew the belt controlled my destiny and as long as I was wearing it, I was under the control of Miss Irene. I politely answered, No, ma’am.”

Miss Irene gave me a peck on top of my smooth head and said, “Off you go for the day.”

And patted my bottom as I headed for the door as I reached up and rubbed my smooth head.

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