"... and furthermore ..." the frowning judge scolded, "... your behavior is all the more unforgivable as most unfortunately, many young women view you as a role model based upon your what can barely be called "acting" in that despicable exploitative television series - Baywatch!!!"
Yasmine Bleeth cringed visibly as Judge Leona Stern lectured on - even the Dream Team would have trouble defending her and her faltering career and second rate celebrity status necessitated second rate legal talent. "They got you dead to rights!" her attorney had explained (as if she needed the moron to tell her), "Driving while under the influence, possession of a controlled substance, intent to distribute based on the weight you were holding and the whole thing backed up with video, blood tests and a mug shot that makes you look like some crack whore! You could do five years easy!".
Five years! In the women's house of detention! Just the thought made Yasmine's skin crawl. She recalled the lewd remarks and general pawing she'd received at the hands of those two dykes during her few hours in a holding cell. The prospect of spending five years locked up with the likes of them was simply too horrifying!
There was something ... something about that curious half smile on the otherwise frowning judge's face ... that worried Yasmine but when the judge mentioned the possibility of alternative sentencing - "public penitence" she'd called it, the washed up television star felt she had little choice but to consent ... whatever the consequences!
Later that week ...
"... TWENTY ONE ... TWENTY TWO ... TWENTY THREE ... TWENTY FOUR ..." - the cheering crowd counted loudly as members of the local chapter of MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Driving) applied a sorority paddle to the quivering red buttocks of a helplessly sobbing Yasmine Bleeth under the watchful eye of Judge Leona Stern!
Yasmine was on an elevated platform surrounded by a substantial crowd consisting mainly of other women. Judge Stern had decreed that "women like Yasmine Bleeth have, because of what our society arbitrarily defines as 'beauty', been permitted to disregard both social mores and the law itself - confident that their mere physical appearance will preclude any consequences. Such an attitude is an insult both to the law and to women who made their way in this world by effort rather than exploitation. It fosters the worst type of sexism. As an example to her and others of her ilk, the Court will demonstrate to Ms. Yasmine Bleeth that beauty does not excuse criminal behavior and that beauty itself is fleeting and transient. By the end of sentencing, you may rest assured that Ms. Bleeth will no longer rely on her looks to manipulate others! As the public penance will involve the exposure of certain body parts, male attendance is strongly discouraged; however, the entire proceeding will be recorded for public broadcast at a future date."
The local chapter of MADD were only to happy to participate; high profile "role models" like Yasmine Bleeth were chronic offenders of drug laws and made it all the more difficult for the group's message to reach young people - "If Yasmine Bleeth does cocaine, then it must be cool!". They were, however, shocked (and delighted) when Judge Stern directed that the proceeding commence with a bare bottom paddling! Yasmine's hands were cuffed behind her back at all times; now her jeans and panties were drawn down around her ankles!
"You will please notice ..." Judge Stern droned, " ...that even Miss Bleeth's superficial beauty is not all that it would seem! A few months away from her gymnasium and you will note the generous deposits of cellulite ... here ... and here ...". The judge touched points on Yasmine's blistered butt with a pointer as though instructing a kindergarten class on a black board; the crowd howled with mocking laughter. "Now then, as I have noted earlier ..." Judge Stern droned on, "It is the ability to rely on her physical appearance which frequently permits women such as Miss Bleeth to flaunt the rules of society - this in turn provides a negative role model to younger women, who learn that beauty, rather than ability, is critical to getting ahead in this society. That unfortunate situation will be addressed now! Ladies?"
At a prearranged cue, the MADD contingent guided Yasmine Bleeth to a large formless object covered in a sheet. With a dramatic flourish, a heavy set young woman whipped off the sheet to reveal ... a salon chair?
Yasmine Bleeth struggled slightly as the women forced her into the salon chair; she'd have fought all the harder if she had an inkling of what was to follow. Her substantial breasts jiggled heavily - causing the word "HOTTIE" on her T-shirt to dance suggestively. "Wh-What are you doing?" she worried as the women unfastened her handcuffs, only to restrain her wrists, elbows, waist, knees and ankles with a series of heavy leather straps built into the curious chair, "Is all this really necessary?". Indeed, it would be necessary - how little the brainless bimbo knew!
Once Yasmine was helplessly restrained, Judge Stern stood directly in front of her, a cruel smile on her face. "Now, you haughty slut, ..." she whispered, "I'm going to make sure that you never use your looks to manipulate anyone again!". With that, she showed Yasmine what she'd been concealing behind her back - electric clippers!
"Dear God, y-y-you can't be serious ..." gasped the helpless brunette, "You can't possibly ... you wouldn't ... you're not going to (ulp) SHAVE MY HEAD?!!"
"Not serious?" mused Judge Stern, "well, my pretty, how serious do you consider this?". With that, the cruel older woman switched on the clippers (humming ominously in her hand) and began plowing a swath of stubble straight down the middle of Yasmine Bleeth's lush mane of rich dark hair. One pass followed the next as Judge Leona Stern methodically shaved the head of Baywatch star Yasmine Bleeth! Very quickly, Yasmine's gorgeous head of hair was reduced to a bristly stubble.
"Why, I'm ... I'm BALD!" gasped a stunned Yasmine.
"Hardly, dear." replied Leona Stern, rubbing her victim's bristly scalp, "You still have a very substantial and stubborn growth of peach fuzz ... that we shall take care of shortly."
"Hot towel!" came the call from among the chuckling onlookers as a steaming towel was presented to the smug judge, who proceed to wrap it around Yasmine's ravaged scalp. Yasmine winced as the scalding heat penetrated her bristly hair, softening her scalp. After about a minute, Leona Stern removed the towel; Yasmine Bleeth felt a distinct chill - all of the pores of her scalp were wide open. Yasmine's mouth gaped in abject horror as she watched her tormentress swirl a brush around a steaming hot mug of lather and begin to daub the hot lather onto Yasmine's scalp. Soon, Yasmine wore a crown of warm white foam - a stark contrast to the mane of lush black hair she'd worn mere minutes before.
The crowd fairly crackled with excitement as Judge Stern methodically began stropping the blade of an old fashioned straight razor on the broad leather band attached to the salon chair. "Now, tramp, I'm going to shave your once pretty little head as bald as an egg!" taunted the judge and then, with delicate care, she began to gently scrape the lather from Yasmine's head, using light feathery strokes. Slowly, Judge Stern revealed more and more immaculate white skin and in mere minutes, the formerly glamorous Yasmine Bleeth was rendered slick and bald as a bowling ball! Smiling triumphantly, Judge Stern slathered baby oil on the sobbing star's hairless skull and, using a cloth, buffed it to a high gloss shine! Stern had the MADD delegation hold up a mirror so the weepy Baywatch babe could see her altered reflection.
"Boo hoo hoo ... "wept Yasmine pitifully, "Look what you've done to me (sob) ... I'm ... I'm BALD! I'm completely bald! Y-Y-You had no right (whimper) ... I ... I didn't deserve this!"
"Sure you did, 'Baldy'!" chimed in one of the MADD women cheerfully, "In fact, I can't think of anyone who more richly deserved to be taken down a peg that a biiiiiiiiiig Hollywood star who's poisoning the minds of kids and endangering the public because she thinks she's above the law! Well, you wont be smiling or pouting your way out of trouble anytime soon, you ugly bald headed freak!".
As a conclusion to the ceremony, Yasmine was stripped of her "HOTTIE" T Shirt (giving he few men present a long look at her massive mammaries, and made to wear a T-shirt which read "USE YOUR HEAD - DON'T DRINK & DRIVE!" as she was paraded down the street.
Later that afternoon ...
A contrite Yasmine Bleeth waited apprehensively in Judge Stern's chambers, her hands still cuffed behind her back, her bald head still shining brilliantly. "Just look at me." she sobbed softly, "No one will want me now ..."
"Not entirely true ..." came a voice from behind her; it was Stern! "Indeed, some people might find your humbled hairless state oddly erotic ...".
With that, Leona Stern pulled back her black judicial robes, revealing that underneath she was wearing only a garter belt and stockings ... and a long black strap on dildo! "Bend over the desk, slut!", Judge Stern barked forcefully.
Yasmine Bleeth's face paled considerably! How she wished she had learned how to say "no" to drugs ... now, as the dildo probed her pouting labia, saying "no" was no longer an option!
Rate this story now.
Enter some comments about this story or see what others have said on the forums.
Recommendations
If you liked this story, here are others that you might like.
Your Internet home for stories about male and female haircuts, head shaves, buzz cuts, alternative hairstyles, and more!
Copyright 2002-2012 by the owners of HaircuttingStories.com