Hi, folks. Good news, there is a new story published on our Hair Stories page. Better saying, this is more a rather sensual description of an atmosphere of lust, dominance and passion for hairplay, between a man and his wife. There is no haircut happening here, although the focal point is a "punishment" haircut. The writer and I do hope you love it. Harry and I thank him for his generosity.
Here is the beginning... Move to the Stories page if you like it.
A disciplinarian husband bought the clippers, a story by Nottooshort
I saw a little boy getting his hair cut and I thought of my wife. He wasn't real happy. He wouldn't sit still and the female barber was getting more and more irritated. She decided to put a stop to this. She opened a drawer and took out two lengths of Velcro and a collar. On the back of the chair, a length of leather. In a matter of moments she had the young boy’s wrists strapped to the arms of the chair and a collar around his neck and the leather thong through a ring on the collar, pulling his head securely back.
His struggle was over and in a matter of moments she had sheared his head bare, lathered and shaved him. I chuckled. My bus arrived reflected in the barbershop window, I turned and dropped my coins in the box and took a seat in the rear so I could quickly watch the ladies, trying to decide how I would cut my wife's hair when I got home.
My wife, I call her Snowie, had been moody the last few days whining about this and that, leaving me no option but to discipline her. How I would go about it? I think the decision was made while watching the barber.
The bus stopped and I got off now just a few blocks from home. As I walked up the sidewalk my cock stiffened with anticipation. There was a woman in my office who had come to work with her hair cut like a little boy. After my wife's initial punishment, I might keep her hair barbered, mannish. She’s so sexy, it doesn’t matter how short I decide to keep it, she will always look stunning. Today, though, she needs something drastic. It will calm her down and place her back in a proper obedient frame of mind. Its when she is the happiest.
I opened the front door "Darling I'm home".
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