Shear Scottland - The Borstal Threat [HaircuttingStories.com]

The Borstal Threat
Author: Shear Scottland
Content: X
Location: Barbershop
Category: Mens
Type: Fantasy
Post date: Friday, December 05, 2008
Language: English
Rating: 3.79

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It was the first four days into the summer holidays and I had managed to be escorted home by the police on three of these nights. After school ended on Friday myself and some friends had managed to barricade some Gypsies into their campsite, send two local tramps racing up a tree for a bottle of wine that we placed earlier and filling every hole in the golf course with concrete I was yet again in the back of the police car.

Constable Morrison pulled up to my front door ,switched off the engine and turned round to face me. Time to face the music! he said laughing to himself, just tell me one thing ,how did you manage to barricade the travellers in? So I explained that my mates father had a surplus of materials left over from a house extension and we decided to build a two metre wall.

My mother had known I was on my way home and after the obligatory handover I bid good night to Constable Morrison as he shut the door on his way out.

Your bag is packed and I have left a train ticket on top of the kitchen worktop. I have phoned your Aunt Clare and she will only be delighted to have you for the next seven weeks . You are not spending the rest of the summer running around with your idiot mates. In a way she was right, one of my so called friends had taking pot shots of one of the Gypsies with a pellet gun

and I didn’t want to be a part of that sort of thing.

I awoke early the next morning, had taken a shower and headed down to the train station.

Aunt Clare lived in a small fishing town about sixty miles from where I lived. After a short journey the train pulled in to the small station and Clare was there to meet me.

Come on you! I have some lunch waiting for us at the house .She took my bag and bundled it into the back of her Alfa and we began the fifteen minute journey to her house.

As soon as made my way upstairs to put my clothes away Clare called on me and said lunch was ready .I made my way downstairs and sat opposite her at the table.

I will be expecting my friend Katie over in an hour , she runs the local barbershop down by the harbour and we usually have a few glasses of wine midweek .You can make yourself useful over the next seven weeks ,you can help me decorate, Mr Bricklayer she said sarcastically.

There was a knock on the door and a voice saying “hi Clare ” Katie entered the kitchen and greeted my aunt . This is my nephew Paul ! He will be staying with me over the holidays because he cant seem to keep out of trouble ,and as he is sixteen now he is only one step away from borstal. Katie gave me a smile and said I was welcome to come down to the shop for a haircut during the holidays. Aunt Clare said it was a good idea ,I wanted to talk to you about that anyway Katie, can I send him down tomorrow morning? Yes, send him down first thing she said .

Up to bed now Paul ,myself and Katie have some private matters to attend to.

I awoke the next morning about six thirty, dressed and ran downstairs for my coffee.

Katie will be waiting for you at seven am, the shop is beside the harbour said Clare.

Drink up and come straight back here when you are done.

I made my way down hill to the shop ,as I approached it I noticed that it didn’t even have a window just a red door with a frosted window a painted red and white pole above and an open sign that I could barely see through the frosted glass.

As I made my way into the shop I was greeted by Katie ,she was sitting on a red leather clad Belmont barber chair . You made it then? Yes I replied .Take a seat on the bench ,I want to put my barbers jacket on.

Katie was about mid forty year old , on the large side, her dark hair cropped so close at the back and sides I could see a fold at the back of her neck when she rummaged in the small cupboard for her barbers jacket.

After donning her jacket she locked the door of the shop and turned the sign around to closed I felt hemmed in in this tiny one chair barber with its strip lighting and the smell of Cossack hairspray.

Take a seat ! Katie said sharply as she stood behind the chair as I climbed into the seat she wrapped a tissue around my neck ,snapped a white cotton cape around me and spun me round to face the mirror. I have heard countless stories about you !Your Aunt Clare is worried that if you keep running around with these idiots you will find yourself in a young offenders unit. Do you know what will happen to you in one of these units? I nervously replied No.

Well young man this is one of the milder things that will happen if you find yourself in borstal, keep your head straight and face the mirror.

Katie picked up the scissors from the counter ,lifted the locks at my forehead and cut a clump of hair about an inch away from my scalp and unceremoniously threw them into my lap. She continued to work her way round my head throwing every clump of hair onto my lap until I was left with a hacked look of about an inch of hair all over my head.

Are you starting to get the message now? she said .I was totally stunned and couldn’t say a word but inside I felt strangely aroused. Katie reached inside a shelf and pulled out an object that I could hardly identify and placed it in her jacket ,all I could see was what I thought was two handles sticking out of her lower right pocket. Katie picked up a packet of Dunhill and lit her self a cigarette , lets get you finished off then, keep still and face the mirror.

She then put her left hand on top of my crown and pulled a pair of hand clippers out of her pocket. Click .. click…. Click .. Click.. Click she had mown a white path down the middle of my head. How do you like the prison look then baldy ? Makes you look like a convict?

She asked as the cigarette bobbed up and down from her mouth . I was still silent although my penis was hard and felt uncomfortable sitting down.

Katie continued with the clippers, cigarette in mouth only to stop to brush hair away onto the floor ,I could feel the scrape of a nail extension as she rubbed her hand over my head to clear any clippings . After about five minutes of aggressive clipping my hair cut was over .

How do you like the hair cut baldy? She asked, I was still silent as she turned the chair around . As she pulled the cape off I stood up and about six months of growth fell to the floor.

The hair cut is free she said as she pulled my jacket of the coat hook .Katie had turned round to face me and had noticed the bulge in my trousers. Well baldy ,looks like you better sit down again! she said raising an eyebrow at me. I nervously and sat down again , this time Katie put her left arm around me and started kissing me with her big voluptuous lips whilst she unzipped my jeans with her right hand . She then smiled. placed her warm hand around my penis and placed her mouth around my other throbbing bald head. During this I began to rub the stubble on the back of her neck and within minutes I exploded in her mouth .Katie licked the cum on her lips and planted a lipstick kiss on my sheared head.

I will be coming round to see Clare next week, stay out of trouble and enjoy the holiday.

To be continued…..

This is my first attempt at a haircut story ! Please feel free to email if you have enjoyed it

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