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      My husband and I got married when I was 22. My husband John is a Staff Sergeant in the US Air Force and is a Crew Chief on C130 aircraft. I started dating him when I was a freshman in college. We both went to the same high school but never really talked much to each other until I saw him at a friend’s high school graduation party. He is a year older than me and had already been in the Air force a full year when I graduated High School. He was home on leave and was an Airmen First class at the time and stationed at a Wright Patterson Air force Base about 2 hours from my home. He was the best looking boy at the party, though even at 19 years old you could hardly call him a boy or even a young man. He was about six feet tall with big strong arms and sported a military high and tight hair cut. Military discipline had made him much more mature than any of the high school boys in my class. I was immediately was attracted to him. We spent a lot of the party talking to each other. One thing had lead to another and we started dating. I have never known a sweeter or more handsome man. He would go out of his way to make sure I was happy. Even when he was deployed overseas he would try his best to make sure I wasn’t lonely and that I knew he loved me more than anyone in the whole world. Two years and 6 months later he proposed to me and we got a few months after that. His time at his Wright Patterson was over and I finished up my bachelors degree early so I could move with him to McCord Air Force Base in Washington State. It was also around this time that he put on his SSgt stripes; much faster than most his peers. I was very proud of him.

 I have always considered myself quite pretty but my best feature is my shiny and soft dark brown hair. I had a nice body with full breasts and a nice round butt to go with it. John always enjoyed playing with my hair. He often took baths with me and would shampoo my hair and massage my scalp along with the rest of my body. That usually led to fantastic rough sex afterward. John was in control and knew want I liked and when to do it. He would often tie hands to the bed post and gag me because I can be loud. I love every minute of those evenings.

 I normally keep my hair at about shoulder blade length with layers. Even thought John liked it shorter and had convinced me to cut it into a long bob once while we were dating. I liked it but decided to grow it back out to its normal length. I scheduled regular appointments with my hairdresser Sara to cut the split ends off and keep it looking styled. During those appointments I would usually have her wax my eye brows.  She is the only person I trusted to cut my hair.

 One Monday night John got home from his duty day and told me that he would be going TDY at the end of the week. He was going with his Aircraft for 15 days to Antarctica to deliver supplies to a research station. I hate when he leaves me because I worry about him whenever I’m not around him. I went to bed pretty sad that night. He tried to comfort me by telling me that at least he would be safe and that he could always be in much worst places for a much longer period of time. I knew he was right. He rubbed my back and played with my hair and my anxiety faded away and I feel asleep.

 The next day I made an appointment with Sara to cut my hair so I would look my best for him before he left. She said she had an appointment open for five o clock that day which worked out great because I got off work at 4:30. I told her I would take the appointment and that I looked forward to seeing here. I made John breakfast and he left for work shortly after. I got ready for work shortly after and left our apartment. Work went by quickly and I drove to Sara’s hair salon. Sara was an attractive woman in her 30’s and had golden blonde hair. The salon was small but modern looking and only had two hairdressing chairs and two dryers. The two hairdressing stations had a modern looking Margret all-purpose styling chair, a hair washing basin in the counter, and a large mirror. Between the two stations there was a rack that held many different capes and aprons. I arrived 5 minutes before five o clock and Sara was just getting done styling my friend Ashley’s hair. Sara told me to have a seat and it would be a few minutes. Ashley was one of my best friends since we moved here to Washington and her husband Jay was USAF Security Forces Officer and was one of John’s good friends. I took a seat in the hairdressing chair next to them. I was surprised to see that Ashley had cut her long light brown hair to a short stacked bob. I didn’t mind the wait and the three of us talked about this and that. When Sara was done styling Ashley’s hair I told her how good it looked and that we should go out to lunch this weekend. She agreed and paid Sara for her haircut and left.

 Sara came back from the cash register and swept up Ashley’s hair. She told me to have a seat in the other chair as she pulled her medium length blond hair in to a ponytail. I got up and sat down in the chair. Sara pumped the chair up and asked me if I was just doing my regular or if I waited something different. I told her the regular would be just fine. She grinned slightly in acknowledgment and placed a large heavy black PVC cape around my shoulders. Then she took a piece of tissue wrapped it around my neck. Sara pulled the cape around my neck and tied it tightly around my neck.  The only thing I didn’t like about Sara’s salon is that she used those heavy capes because they could get very hot. She must have liked them because she wore a matching PVC apron. Sara undid my ponytail and bushed my hair quickly before reclining the seat back so my head was in the washing basin.

 Sara turned on the water making sure it was warm before wetting my hair. Then she filled her hand with a good amount of shampoo and massaged it in to my hair and scalp. It was quite a relaxing experience. When she was done shampooing my hair she rinsed my hair thoroughly before returning the chair to its upright position. Sara picked up a wide tooth comb and squirted some conditioner into her hand and combed it through my hair getting all the tangles out. She put down her comb and washed her hands. She picked up her thinning shears and went to work thinning my mass of dark brown hair. Once Sara was done thinning my hair she picked up her hairdressers comb and medium sized cutting scissors off the counter. Placing her scissors in a pocket on her apron she combed out the severed bulk from my hair, it fell clumps on the black cape. Then she pinned the shortest layers of my hair up on top of my head so she could trim the longest layers evenly because my hair was still thick in bulk. When she was done with that set she unpinned my hair and finished trimming the ends. She put her shears down on the counter and pulled my hair into a tight ponytail. She unbuttoned the heavy cape leaving it draped around my shoulders and removed the tissue from around my neck. Once she releases my neck from the heavy capes bondage she placed a hot towel on the nape of my neck. Sara asked me if it felt good as she filled a small bowl of with water. She then spread hot lather on the nape of my neck covering up the short wispy strands of hair at my hair line. It did feel good and I liked the smell. She picked up her straight razor off the counter and gently pushed my head down into my chest. While keeping one hand on the crown of my head gently holding it in position she used the other hand to skillfully remove the hair and lather from my nape. She occasionally stopped to swish the blade of the razor in the bowl of water. When Sara was pleased my neck was now free of any obtrusive hairs she took a towel and wiped away any remaining cream and hair. Then she took and hung the PVC cape up and got a smaller nylon cape and fastened it around my neck. She picked up her round brush and blow dryer and releasing my hair from the ponytail holder she began to blow dry my hair. When she had finished styling my hair she asked me if I wanted my eyebrows waxed or plucked. I said please wax them like usual. She took smeared wax under my brow then placed the strip over the wax and with a quick wince of pain she torn the strip away. She continued to do my other eye brow. When she was done with the waxing she took the nylon cape off me and let me stand up and look at her work in the mirror. I thanked her and told her that she had done a great job as always. I paid her and walked out to my car.

 When I got home I went up to the bathroom and got out my razor and shaving cream.  I carefully undressed so not to mess up my hair and sat and the edge of the tub. I turned on the water and carefully shaved my legs and underarms then took the shaving cream and lathered my pussy. I took the razor and shaved the stubble from in between my legs up to the lips of my pussy then I shaped the remaining hair into a patch above my cunt. When I was pleased I rinsed my body off, dried off, and wrapped towel around myself. I picked up my cloths and walked to the bedroom. I put the dirty clothes in the hamper and got out a pair of black lace bra and boys shorts. I slipped them on and went back to the bathroom to fix my makeup. I had just finished when I heard the door open: he was home. I ran over to the bed and waited for him to come find me.

 It didn’t take him long; I got up from the bed and undressed him. I always liked taking him out of his uniform. He kissed me and grabbed my ass. Then he took my bra off and played with my breasts and kissed my neck. I was extremely turned on now and very wet. He stopped kissing me and I got down on my knees and took his large cock in my mouth. He played with my hair as I sucked and played with the tip of his penis with my tongue until he came in my mouth. He then pushed me over the bed and pulled my underwear down.  He began to spank me; I moaned and squealed with each blow of his large hand on my bottom. He stopped only when my both of my ass cheeks were red. He then told me to stand up and get on the bed. I got myself in the doggy style position and he got behind me and slipped his thick penis in to my pussy commenting about how tight I was. He then kissed my neck and began to fuck me slowly speeding up and going deeper and harder as he went. He then grabbed my hair and pulled a little. I came three times before he did and I was now completely exhausted. I just laid on the bed and let him kiss me, play with my breasts, and hair. Once I caught my breath he went over to the night stand and got the rope and tied my arms to the bed post he continued to fuck me until I had lost count of how many orgasms I had. He untied me and we cuddled together until we both fell asleep.

 I woke up the next morning pretty sore but happy.  The rest of the week went by very fast and I was sad to see him live Thursday morning knowing I wouldn’t see him for a week and a half. John kissed me on the forehead and held me in arms and told me how much he loved me. I kissed him on the lips and told him to be safe and that I loved him.

 Saturday came and slowly once he had left and I looked forward to seeing Ashley. We made plans to head to the mall and get lunch but some family event had come up and she wasn’t able to come. I there wasn’t much else I could do but watch TV, clean up around the apartment, and thing about how much I missed my wonderful husband.  I was watching TV and saw a commercial for Loreil perfection highlighting kit. The woman in the advertisement had dark brown hair in a similar style to mine only that her hair had red highlights at the ends of her shoulder length hair and more highlights of red throughout her hair. I couldn’t get over how striking it looked and I was certain it would look just as good or better in my hair. I considered going to the store and buying the kit.  I was unsure of how the results would because I had never had my hair colored before much less had any experience coloring hair. I was almost certain if I attempted it myself it would look terrible. The other thing that stopped me from following through with it was that I was unsure if John would like it. He usually preferred that I dressed and acted on the conservative side. I decided that it would be best to forget about it.

 John called me Tuesday morning to tell me that they had arrived safely and that Antarctica was interesting but he couldn’t wait to be home. He also had good news that he would be back Friday morning. I was excited by that news. I took a moment to feel him out on the subject of the red highlights. He immediately said no. I asked him why and he said he liked my hair the way it was. I pressed at the issue knowing that when it came to simple things that I wanted such as this I would often get way. This was especially true when he was on a mission or deployment. I was surprised when he told me no again. I pressed the issue farther my telling him that I would look really hot with the red highlights and I wanted a change.  John then told me in a very serious tone of voice that if a dyed my hair I would regret my decision and I would not like the consequences. He told me he had to go and that he loved me and that he would be home soon. I told him that I loved him lots and couldn’t wait to see him. Even thought it was great talking to him I was frustrated that he had told me no. Not just once but three times.

 I thought about what he could have meant by I would regret my decision and that there would be consequences that I would not like. They had to have been hollow threats or that he was just joking. But the seriousness in his voice worried me a little. What he could he possibly do to make me regret my decision? I would just let my hair grow out until my natural roots showed bad enough then have my hair dyed back to its original color. He would be over it by then and maybe even like it. I decided that I was going through with it. I made quick call to Sara my hairdresser. She said it would be no problem for her to schedule me an appointment on Thursday at 5 o clock. I was excited for my change in style. Thursday was my only chance to do this I was going to work out Tuesday and had to work late on Wednesday and John would be home on Friday morning.  I called Ashley that evening and informed her on what planned on doing to my hair. She thought it was great idea too. I didn’t bother mentioning to her that John didn’t like the idea of adding red to my dark brown locks. It didn’t matter at this point any way I had made up my mind and I was going through with it.

 I walked out of work Thursday evening very excited about going to Sara’s salon and making a change to my looks. I walked into the salon fifth teen minutes late for my appointment. Sara was sitting her hairdressing chair with her legs crossed. I apologized for being so late. She said it was fine but she had another appointment at 6:00 and told me to have a seat. She wasted no time in asking me why I had decided to put red highlights in my hair. I told her I had seen it in a commercial and that I just wanted something different. She said it would suit me very well and she took a navy blue vinyl cape off the rack and pumped up the chair. She wasted no time draping the cape over my shoulders and wrapping the tissue around my neck. Just like the PVC cape she snapped it tightly closed around my neck. The vinyl cape was a nice change from the heavy black cape. Sara hummed as she brushed my hair out. When she had finished she asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. I said yes of course and she smiled her slight grin walked away to get the supplies.

 She went to a cabinet and came back with a bowl, a bottle of color, an application brush and a box of foils. She began to mix the color in the bowl and when she was done she turned and looked at me. Sara grinned and said you know what would really make this style even better hun; some inverted bangs. She was already pulling her scissors and comb out of her apron. I smiled nervously and said I didn’t know. She was quite persistent and told me that I should listen to my hairdresser when it came to such things because she knew what looked best. I didn’t know what else to say so I simply nodded my head yes. Sara quickly combed my long bangs over my face then began skillfully cutting into my dark brown hair. When she was done she turned the chair so I could see the result in the mirror. She was right they did look good. She put her scissors and comb back in her apron and went back to preparing the color for my hair. She slipped on a pair of black gloves and handed me the box of foils to hold. She started applying the color to my hair folding the foil when she finished with a section. Sara took another foil from the box applied the color then repeated the process until my hair was full of shinny tin. Sara unsnapped the blue vinyl cape but left the tissue wrapped around my neck. She took small comb-out cape, draped it over my shoulders and buttoned it tightly under my chin. He helped me over to the dryer hood and set it for 15 minutes. The warm air made feel sleepy. I was awoken a little while later from my relaxation when a mother and her teenage daughter entered the salon.

 Sara walked up to the front desk to greet them. It was obvious that the young girl did not want to be at the salon and was arguing with her mother. I couldn’t hear what they were saying over the noise of the dryer. Sara talked to the mother then motioned toward the second hairdressing chair. The girl didn’t move so her mother took her by the arm and lead her to the black chair where Sara was now waiting. After a little resistance she was seated in the chair by her mother. I could hear what they were saying now that they were closer to me. The mother who introduced herself as Donna was telling Sara that her daughter Andrea was going to be getting a very short hair cut as punishment for sleeping around with boys at school. Sara went over to the rack of capes and got the heavy Black PVC cape and draped it the girl’s shoulders. Andrea tried to get up but Sara pushed her back into the chair and took a strip of tissue wrapped it around the girls neck then tied the cape tightly around her neck. Donna informed Andrea that she would be wise to cooperate and take her punishment as Sara pumped up the chair. I thought that Sara would be somewhat sympathetic but that was not the case at all. She turned asked Donna how short she wanted her daughter’s haircut. Donna said a short scissor cut on top and to just cut the sides with the longest clipper guard with Sara had. Andrea started to get out of the chair again but Sara just pushed her back down into the black cushioned chair. Donna scolded Andrea telling her to sit still. If I wasn’t mistaken Sara was enjoying this. Sara undid the girls auburn hair from the ponytail. Her hair hung just past her shoulder blades. I was completely shocked by what I was watching and thought of what it would be like if that was me in the chair. On the other hand the thought of seeing this girl receive a haircut against her will was oddly exciting. There was a buzz from the Hair dryer and the warm air stopped blowing on my foil laden head. Everyone in the room had been oblivious of me until now.

 Sara walked over to me leaving Donna to watch her daughter. She helped me from the chair and told me to take a seat in the first chair. She apologized for the interruption but I told her it was my fault that I was late and told her I would wait. She thanked me for being understanding but said she had to rinse my hair of the extra hair colorant. I nodded and Sara quickly removed the foils from my hair then reclined the chair back so my head was in the wash basin. Sara then turned on the water making sure it was warm before wetting my hair. Then she quickly shampooed and rinsed my hair, then returned the chair to the upright position. Donna was obviously getting annoyed that Sara had to stop to work on my hair. Sara sensed this and not wanting unhappy customers asked if I wouldn’t mind waiting for her to style my hair until after she was done with Andrea’s haircut. I said it wouldn’t be a problem as I was curious to see what would happen with Andrea. Sara quickly toweled my hair dry then returned to the second chair. I took a moment to look at my damp red streaked hair. I liked the way it looked and I turned the chair with my foot so I could watch what was happening next to me.

 Sara picked back up the brush and finished brushing Andrea’s hair. When she was finished said I hope you enjoyed that because that will be that last time anyone will brush your hair in awhile. Donna looked up at me and smiled clearly happy that someone else could take part in the daughter’s humiliation. Sara then pulled Andrea’s hair in to a tight ponytail and took her scissors from her apron and snapped them open and closed. Andrea tried to escape but Sara had a hold of her long ponytail and she couldn’t go anywhere. It took five snips of Sara’s scissors to sever the long ponytail from Andrea’s head. Her remaining fell around her head a mess of different lengths of auburn hair. Andrea started to cry but mother scolded her saying there was no reason for tears and that she needed to learn her lesson. Sara carefully laid the severed pony tail on the counter. Then she picked up her pair of Wahl professional clippers off the counter and a snapped the number ten guard over the blades. Andrea thought that if she could get up now she might be able to still save her hair. But her mother stopped her and said that if she didn’t behave she would have Sara tie her in the chair. I was completely shocked when I saw Sara smile when Donna mentioned it. Sara mentioned that this was for her own good. She was clearly enjoying having the helpless teenage girl in her chair. I was almost ashamed that I was watching this but I too found some sort of strange enjoyment.

 Sara turned away from the counter clippers in hand. She placed her left hand on top of Andreas’s head and roughly pushed her chin into her chest. Andrea made a final plead to her mother to let her kept her hair at this length. Donna answered her now trembling daughter with a simple “no". With a loud pop the clippers hummed to life. Sara pushed the blades in to the hair at the nape of her victim’s neck. There was nothing Andrea could do now but stare down at the cape as her hair piled up in her lap. With each pass of the clippers up Andrea’s neck her hair was reduced to a length of 1 and a quarter inch. Sara stopped each pass short of the girl’s crown so she would be able to blend in the longer hair on the top. Once she had finished with the back of her victims head she switched the clippers off and reached down with her left hand forced Andrea’s head up. Then she rotated the chair so Andrea could see herself in the mirror. Sara once again placed her hand on top of the girls head and starting the clippers; this time cutting the hair on the sides of the girls head. Once Sara was done Donna leaned down close to her daughter’s ear and said see what your behavior has gotten you Andrea I hope this is a lesson to you. Andrea just sat there speechless. Sara took the guard off the clippers and put them be back in the respective places on at her hairdressing station. She picked up her spray bottle and proceeded to wet Andrea’s hair. Then she took her scissors and comb out of her apron. After quickly combing Andrea’s hair she started cutting the hair on top of her head to around 2 inches length. The speed and precision at which Sara used the scissors to slice through the girl’s hair was impressive. Sara then blended in the top with the sides of Andrea’s hair by using her comb was a guide. Once she was done she picked up the spray bottle and wet Andrea’s bangs. Sara took her comb and scissors and cut short bangs across Andrea’s for head. Sara took her comb and ran it through the girl’s hair one last time looking for any missed hairs. When she was pleased she got a small pair of electric trimmers off the counter and trimmed around the girl’s ears and the nape of her neck. Sara untied the cape and clippered away any stray hairs then retied the cape. She told Andrea to lean her head forward into the washing basin. Andrea didn’t bother to resist for the damage as already done. Sara pushed Andrea's head farther into the sink and held it there so she didn’t move. She then turned on the water and shampooed and rinsed Andrea’s hair. When she was done she told her to sit back up so she could blow dry her hair which didn’t take long because it was short. Sara took a small amount of gel put it in Andrea’s hair. Sara untied the cape and removed the tissue from around her neck.  Andrea’s drastic haircut was now finished.

 Before Andrea got out of the chair her mother told her to look good and hard at herself. If she didn’t want to go through this again then she better learn to behave herself. The three of them then walked to the front desk. Donna paid for the haircut cut and the two of them left the salon.

 Sara walked over to the chair I was sitting in. I asked her if she got to do that very often still shocked by what I had just seen. She told me that every once and while a husband would bring his wife in to receive a haircut more to his liking or mother would have her daughters haircut as a punishment. She went on to say she liked the feeling of have her victims near tears and sometimes trembling in fear as she took away their precious long hair. She continued to ask me if I liked watching the teenage brat have her hair reduce to a feminine boy’s haircut. I told her that I did get an odd feeling of enjoyment out of watching Andrea lose her long hair. Sara nodded in agreement then blow dried my hair and styled it with the round brush. She unsnapped the comb out cape and removed the tissue from around my neck. I was extremely pleased with how my hair had turned out. I got up from the chair and paid Sara telling her how great my hair looked. I walked out the door still thinking about how I liked seeing that girl being given a forced haircut.

 When I got back to the apartment a made dinner and watched some TV and went to bed. John would be back on base at 8:00 Am and I had taken the day off from work so I could see him get off the plane.

 I woke up at 6 and got ready to go meet John. I made sure my hair and makeup were at their best. I ate a light breakfast and then left the apartment. The whole drive there I thought of what John would say about my hair. I guess I would find out soon enough. I parked my car and walked in to the reception center where I would meet him. The plane had already landed and soon after wards the crew came through the flight line doors after they had debriefed. I greeted John with a big hug. I told him how much I missed him. He said he missed me too but I could tell that he was upset that I had dyed my hair.

 Once we were in the car he asked me why I had disobeyed him. I told him that it wasn’t that big of a deal and after all it was my hair. He then informed me that I was wrong and that it was a big deal because I had betrayed his trust. I was now slightly annoyed and told him it wasn’t like I had cheated on him and that he would have to get over it. John said that he would not let this go because he had warned that there would be conciseness for going through my plan. At this point I decided that I would just be quiet because I couldn’t see any way that he could punish me for this. I wasn’t a little kid he couldn’t sit me in time out.

 We didn’t talk about my hair the rest of the night. By the time we went to bed I was sure John had decided to let the whole thing go.

 John woke me up Saturday morning a 9:00 am. He had let me sleep in and had breakfast waiting for me. I took this a sign of apology for our argument yesterday. Once I had finish breakfast and had gotten ready for the day John told me he was going to the store because we were short on groceries. I said I wanted to go with him. He smiled and said he was glad that I wanted to come.  We got in the car and headed to the store.

 I was very nervous when he pulled the car into Sara’s Salon park lot. John told me that he had made an appointment for me to have my hair dyed back to its normal color. I told him I was very upset with him for lying to me. John told me that if I continued to argue with him that there would be farther consciences for my actions. And for every time I disobeyed the consciences would be more sever. I told him I was not getting out of the car. I knew from having seen Sara in action that I would have no escape. John told me that if I behaved I would only have my hair dyed back to the way it was. I couldn’t believe this; my own husband was treating me like a child. Seeing no way out I agreed and got out of the car. I felt like a condemned criminal being lead to the gallows as walked up the steps to the salon doors. John opened the door and followed me into the salon.

 Sara was standing by the front desk and asked why I had been so silly to think that I would get away with what I had done. I felt very embarrassed and didn’t say anything in response. Sara rolled her eyes and told me to sit down in the first chair. I walked to the hairdressing station and stood in front of the chair. Then a fit of rage came over me and I said I “wasn’t doing this" in a harsh tone. John tried to grab my arm but I avoided his grasp and crossed my arms in front of my chest. Sara told me not to pout like a little brat and I told her to shut up. That angered John and he grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me in to the black chair. Can we restrain her John asked Sara I want her to learn a lesson. Looks like we are going we are going to have to strap you in the sweetie, Sara said with a laugh. I protested some more while John held me in the chair. Sara quickly fastened a black leather strap around my ankles and the foot rest. Then she quickly connected another strap to the back of the chair and tightened it around my chest. I cussed and yelled at them both to let me go but they gave no reply and forcefully strapped my hands to the armrests. I tried to my best to break free of the chair but there was no use.

 John apologized to Sara for my bad behavior and said that I would now be receiving a short bob haircut as further punishment. I pleaded with him not to let her cut my hair but he just dismissed my arguments and told me I had been warned. Sara took her black PVC apron off the cape rack and put it on. John patted me on the head then moved out of the way so Sara could do her work.

 Sara told me I better be a good little girl as she pumped up the chair. I felt completely humiliated as she pulled my hair in to a loose ponytail and wrapped the tissue around my neck. Sara went over to the rack of capes and got the heavy black PVC cape and tied it tightly around my neck. She undid my ponytail and brushed my hair. Sara told me it was very unfortunate that my hair would have to be thrown in the trash because the red hair dye had ruined it and that it could no longer be used to make wigs. Sara rotated the chair so I could see myself in the mirror. A tear rolled down my cheek as Sara pulled her cutting shears out of her apron. Then snapped them open and closed a couple times before placing them at my jaw line. I don’t deserve this I thought as a Sara closed the shears on my red streaked hair. I watched as my locks slid off the cape and onto the floor. Sara continued to cut my hair until it was all one length. I was shocked by how fast she had reduced my hair to an all around chin length bob. Sara put her shears back in the apron pocket then turned to John and asked if he wanted the back clippered. I started to say something but stopped myself fearing a harsher punishment. John walked closer to me and asked if I thought I deserved to have hair long enough that I could put my hair up in a ponytail. I decided it was best to not to answer that question and Sara commented that my silence could be taken as yes as she plugged in her Wahl professional clippers. John simply nodded and stepped back so Sara could continue to carry out my punishment. She took her comb out of her apron to use as a guide and pushed my head down in to my chest. When I heard clippers pop to life I tried to move away but Sara just laughed. Sara chastised me by telling me to sit still and take my punishment like a good little girl. Sara then pushed the clippers in to my hair; they hummed as blades cut away my hair. Once Sara was done with the clippers she put them back on the counter and unplugged them.

 John walk over to me and looked at Sara’s work, doesn’t that look better dear he said with a smile. Now that your haircut is done we just have to get that nasty red dye out of your hair said Sara as she put on a pair of black rubber gloves and picked up the bottle of color. Sara hummed to herself as she applied the color to my hair. Once she and finished coating my hair in dark brown dye Sara placed a shower cap over my head and told John that I would have to sit there for 15 minutes. John said that would be fine. Then walked over to me and kissed me on the forehead. He told me that he was glad that I had changed my attitude and that he loved me. As I sat strapped in the hairdressers chair I realized what I had done was wrong and that I still loved John. On the other hand I was still very upset that I was forced to have my haircut and then be chastised by Sara my bitch of a hairdresser.

 When the 15 minutes was up Sara returned to the hairdressing station I was forced to sit at and said its time to get you cleaned up missy. Sara rotated and lowered the back of the chair so my head was now in the sink basin. She turned on the water and roughly rinsed and shampooed my hair then rinsed it again. Once Sara was done she turned off the water and returned the chair to its normal position. She quickly blow dried my hair then got her straight razor out and laid it on the counter. Sara filled a small blow with warm water and untied the cape but left it draped around my shoulders. She removed the tissue from around my neck and spread hot lather on my nape. She picked up her razor and pushed my head down into my chest again. Sara carefully shaved my nape then wiped away any shaving cream that was left. John walked closer to me and said “now was that really that difficult" as Sara hung up the black cape and putting everything away. Sara unstrapped me from the chair and I took a quick moment to look at myself in the mirror. I did like the way it looked.

 John told Sara that he would like his haircut as well. She said of course and to have a seat. Once John sat down Sara pumped up the chair and wrapped tissue around his neck. Then she tied the black PVC cape around his neck and plugged in her clippers. She asked if he wanted a high and tight or something different. He said that a high and tight with skin on the sides and a four on top would be good. Sara switched on the clippers and went right to work. I moved away to sit at the second hairdressing station while I waited for John’s haircut to be finished. Before I could sit down John told me that he did not tell me I could walk away. So I walked back and stood in next to the rack of capes.

 A little while later John told me that instead of just standing there I should take my clothes off. I did what he said because felt I had no other choice. I took off my blouse and jeans and folded the neatly and put them on the floor. Then I stood back up because I felt extremely embarrassed now. John looked at me and asked why I had stopped and to take the rest off. I did as he said wanting to leave the salon with the hair I had left. As I took my panties off Sara asked why I had not shaved as she motioned to the patch of hair above my pussy. I told her that was the way I liked it. She just shook her head and said she would have to fix that because it was unlady like.

 Once Sara had finished with the sides of John’s haircut she told me I should give my husband a blow job. I was completely shocked by this. John said that was a great idea. Sara followed up his comment by saying “don’t worry sweetie just crawl under the cape". Not wanting to argue I knelt down and lifted the heavy black cape over my head and undid John’s pants. I took his large cock in my mouth and started to suck him off. Sara with no regard to what was happening under the barbers cape continued to cut John’s hair stopping only to change guards on the clippers. By the time John came in my mouth Sara had just finished John’s haircut. I stood up and returned to my place by the cape rack.

 Sara untied the cape and shaved John’s nape. She told me that I was beginning to learn my lesson. I looked at her shocked by what she had just said but John commented that I was a good wife but was just in need of a lesson on obedience. I just there stood patiently at the cape rack while Sara finished up and hung the cape up on the rack.

 Once Sara had swept up all the hair on the floor she instructed me to stand in front of the counter facing the mirror. I followed her instructions as she got two short belt-like straps out of a drawer. At the end of each belt was a metal hook. She told me to spread my feet shoulder with apart and put my hands on the counter. I did what she said. I felt like I was a little girl again. And remember I how I felt when I was about to get my father’s belt across my ass. Sara leaned down and fastened one belt around my right thigh. She did the same with the second belt on my left thigh. I started to take my hands off the counter but Sara stopped me and told me not to move. Then she took the chest and wrist straps out of the drawer. Sara told me to have a seat in the chair. I was all too happy to sit down for the first time since entering the salon. I was relieved that I was not going to spanked with a belt like I thought I was.

 Sara picked up the wrist straps and fastened my hands to the armrests. Which I let Sara do with little only resistance. Once my arms were secure she fastened the chest strap tightly over my bare chest. Sara then lifted my leg toward my chest at first I resisted but a stern look was all it took for me to obey. She connected the hook on the end of the belt to a ring that was attached to the armrest of the chair. She did the same thing with my other leg. My legs were now spread open as if I was sitting in a gynecologist’s chair. My pussy and ass crack were now completely exposed. I could tell that John was very turned on.

 Sara put on a new pair of black gloves. Then Sara got a small cordless trimmer out of a drawer and told me that she was going to clean up this mess between my legs. She switched on the trimmer and mowed a path through my shaped mound of pubic hair. The vibrations from the trimmer turned me on and my pussy started to get wet. Once my patch had been turned into nothing but meaningless stubble Sara put hot lather on my crack and pussy which stung. Sara stropped her razor a few times before she starting to shave me. She started with my ass crack and worked her way up to my pussy. She continued to draw the razor over my soft skin this time working around my pussy lips. She stopped several times to swish the blade in the bowl of water. Finally she drew the razor over the area where my patch had been. Once all the hair and shaving lather was removed Sara unstrapped me from the chair and I was allowed to get dressed.

 Sara asked John if he need anything else to which he replied that would be all for the day. We walked to the front desk and John paid for our haircuts. Sara thanked him for his business and we walked out to the car. From that day on I would be much more obedient to John.

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