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Erika had been unfaithful to me before. I knew, but had never been able to prove it.
We lived at the time in central Canada and it wasJanuaty, it was bitter cold outside, some 30 below Fahrenheit or lower...
One night we were invited to a house party.
I am sure that Erika expected me to get drunk like the other guys, but I took it easy with te booze.
I saw Janet flirting like crazy with a few guys. She was showing a lot of skin for a good church going girl....
Later I was hanging over the bar and she snuck up to me, rubbing her bare skin against me.
Now I like the looks of that babe, I don't like that she was not behaving like a married woman. I felt sorry for her husband.
I ignored Janet's advances completely.

Around midnight I noticed my wife Erika missing. I didn't think much of it, probably to the john I thought.
Forty five minutes later she was still missing... Now I started to get suspicious.
Unnoticed I edged to the hallway and started a search.
Two bedrooms nothing...., but in the third bedroon I caught her litterally with her pants down...
I wacked the guy right in his face a couple of times. Erika had to pull me off him, as I was about to kill him. At least he had a bloody nose and would certainly have a nice shiner the next morning.
To Erika I barked: "Get your fucking clothes on, you slut ! We're going home..."

We left the party without saying goodbye to antbody.
It was extermely cold outside. The windshield frosted up immediately and I had a hard time seeing where I was going I had to scrape the windshield constantly.. Normally, you have to warm up your car some fifteen minutes ahead of time in such extreme temperatures.

Erika went to bed right away, ignoring my verbal anger totally.
But I didn't join her. I was fumig !! And this time I had the proof I wanted and I was going to geteven with her.
I dragged one of the barstools from the recroom to the finished basement......

I put some leather straps ready.I put a pair of scissors ready and a comb and my eledtric clippers...

Erika was zonked out when I went looking for her.
I pulled her hard by her arm, right out of the bed, dragged her screaming and kicking down the stairway into the basement.
I ripped the top of her p.j's off and pulled down her pants.
She was too stunned to resist much. I put her on the barstool and strapped her wrists and ankles to the stool.

I ignored all her screaming and yelling to let her go.
Soon she changed her tune, begging me not to do it. She had seen the scissors in my hand...!
She tried to shake her head wildly to make it impossible to comb and cut her hair, but I just continued with my plans.
I meant to humiliate her, like she had never dreamed of in her wildest nightmares...
The hair in the back I grabbed in my left hand and easily cut it off at the hairline.
The sides were a little more difficult, because she kept shaking her head wildly.
So I grabbed that hair between the fimgers of my left hand and pushed her head hard while I cut the hair along my fingers...
I did the same thing on the top of her head.

Slowly she stopped shaking her head when she realized that it didn't stop me.
As soon as I grabbed the clippers, the phone rang.
I went upstairs to take it. It was John. He wanted to know why we had abandoned the party so early.
I told him what happened.
"...and now she is sitting strapped on a barstool here in the basement, with not a stitch on and half a haircut...!!"
"What ??! all of it ??"
Guess you can't talk there, Ja

net listening in?"
"Right !"
"Well, it won't be a secret for long, because in fifteen minutes or so Erika will have an extremely short haircut, I can assure you that !"
"Hey, wait ! I have a similar problem and I like the way you're handling it. I'm going to warm up the car and we'll be over as soon as I can. I'll bring my video camera too!"
"Okay, but hurry up..."

We're getting company, sweetheart"' I told Erika, "I better make us some drinks I figure you could use one too, huh?"
I made a stiff one for Erika and helped her drink it. Actually I forced it down her throat...
I enjoyed the break. I had been overly excited and needed to cool down a bit
I stuck my finger in Erika's cunt, she was wet...
"Aaahh, enjoying it too, huh?"
"Karl please let me go, you've cut my hair now. This is enough... Please ..?!!"
She was changing her tune now, begging me with pretty pleases...

I was on my second drink when the doorbell rang.
Janet looked all flustered, not knowing what was goin on that late at night. But not trusting the situation...
I showed them to the basement stairs. Janet first...
Once down the steps she froze like she was thunderstruck.
"John, I don't wanna be here !! We're going home... NOW !!!"
She tried to mount the steps again, but Jhon and I were in the way,
John grabbed her wrist and looked at Erika sitting on the stool, hair cut off... Looking a mess...

"Karl why don't you get another stool for my Janet?" said John
I got the stool, while Janet fought a hopeless battle with John.
I helped John with ripping Janet's  clothes off and placing the kicking and yelling woman on the stool.
Soon she was restrained securely
"More fun than a real party, don't you think?"

"So let's shave them bald now", smiled John.
I took him out of earshot from the girls and told him my plan: "Totally bald is not the most humiliating I think. I planned to give Erika one of those militairy flattops, you know, perfectly straight on the top?"
"Let's do that, but don't tell them yet, okay!"
So instead of taking the clippers to Erika's head I gave John the comb and scissoers and watched Janet's hair disappearing...
Janet didn't fight him as Erika had done so after a while she had a boy's haircut. short on the sides and a bit longer on top.
Erika was getting up hopes that she would not be shaved bald all together  but would get a similar haircut. Anything better than bald...
Next Karl took the clippersd to her head...
She felt the buzzing machine run from the nape of her neck to almost on top... How short, she didn't know of course. But seeing the expression on Janet's face she knew it was very short...
The clippers did their work efficiently. It left just a few millimeters of hair on her skull. Next the sides were done.
What was left was the inch long hair on the top.
I took out a funny looking comb, about four inches wide and maybe six long...
This I slid it through the hair, scraping the skin....

Then I took the clippers with no comb on it and moved it over the horizontally held broadcomb, making the stubbles pefecrly level...
"Sergeant Erika...", said John laughimg. And that's how Erka got a perfect militairy style flattop.
Janet was next and John gave her a similar flattop.
They looked a matched pair !

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