my name is Rajesh and this happened in our house recently. We stay in panruthi a small town in Tamil Nadu. My appa (father) is a
very short tempered and strict man. He is 35 yrs old and has departmental store where he goes n sits every day .And when at home
he constantly keeps shouting at all of us. He is keen about things. My amma (mother) is a very silent and innocent woman n she is
very much scared of my appa. She is a good looking woman and is 29 yrs old. She has a very thick hair which is knee long. Her hair
is very jetblack and shiny and she usually wears it in a tight bun or sometimes in a braid.
One weekend amma had a headbath and left her hair open for drying while cooking food. During lunch when appa was eating food
he found a very long hair strand in the sambar (south Indian dish). He became very furious he started shouting at amma.
He warned
amma if this happens again he will have amma’s head shaved smooth. Unfortunately after a few days one morning when appa was
eating his breakfast he found a hair strand. This time he was even more furious. He started shouting at amma. He told me to go to
the street end and call the local barber. I was shocked to hear this but couldn’t dare to refuse appa; my amma started weeping
profusely and was begging my appa not to. I went and brought the barber.
Appa told me to arrange a low stool and some water in backyard. Appa shouted at amma to go and sit on the stool, Amma went and
sat on the stool but was weeping helplessly. The barber arranged his things and asked me to bring some blades for the razor. Appa
told me to bring some blades from our shop. I brought the blades and gave it to the barber; he loaded none into the razor. The
barber asked amma to open her bun but amma was still weeping. The barber then opened amma’s bun, her thick hair rolled down at
once. He started wetting the hair and started massaging it. When the hair was fully wet he then took the razor and asked amma to
hold still but she was weeping and shaking. The barber got irritated and asked me to hold her tight. I felt sad but deep inside I had
had a fetish for her headshave which I couldn’t help but give in to, so I went and held her head firmly. The barber then bent amma’s
head down and placed the razor at mid top of her head and started scraping slowly. A small bald patch appeared and her thick hair
started falling down on the floor. I was feeling a sense of excitement inside. Slowly the front side of her head was fully bald, he then
started shaving oneside of her head and her otherside of her head too. Amma looked like a temple priest with her front and sides of
her head shaved and only back remaining. Then he started at the back side of her head and shaved off to her nape. When the barber
finished appa asked me to see if her head was fully smooth or not. I rolled my hand over her head and told the barber to shave
again.the barber again massaged her head and shaved it completely again. Amma’s head looked round like a cueball. She looked
quiet beautiful with her nosestud and her hoop ear rings and her bindi.
There was a large pile of hair, the barber asked if he could
take the hair and sell it as a wig. Appa told him to clear the pile and go, the barber was delighted to take the hair as he would make
a fortune from the thick hair.
From then on amma took extra care while preparing food. So as not repeat this again. Her hair has grown back to its original length
now. But I’m secretly hoping to see her headshave once more.
very short tempered and strict man. He is 35 yrs old and has departmental store where he goes n sits every day .And when at home
he constantly keeps shouting at all of us. He is keen about things. My amma (mother) is a very silent and innocent woman n she is
very much scared of my appa. She is a good looking woman and is 29 yrs old. She has a very thick hair which is knee long. Her hair
is very jetblack and shiny and she usually wears it in a tight bun or sometimes in a braid.
One weekend amma had a headbath and left her hair open for drying while cooking food. During lunch when appa was eating food
he found a very long hair strand in the sambar (south Indian dish). He became very furious he started shouting at amma.
He warned
amma if this happens again he will have amma’s head shaved smooth. Unfortunately after a few days one morning when appa was
eating his breakfast he found a hair strand. This time he was even more furious. He started shouting at amma. He told me to go to
the street end and call the local barber. I was shocked to hear this but couldn’t dare to refuse appa; my amma started weeping
profusely and was begging my appa not to. I went and brought the barber.
Appa told me to arrange a low stool and some water in backyard. Appa shouted at amma to go and sit on the stool, Amma went and
sat on the stool but was weeping helplessly. The barber arranged his things and asked me to bring some blades for the razor. Appa
told me to bring some blades from our shop. I brought the blades and gave it to the barber; he loaded none into the razor. The
barber asked amma to open her bun but amma was still weeping. The barber then opened amma’s bun, her thick hair rolled down at
once. He started wetting the hair and started massaging it. When the hair was fully wet he then took the razor and asked amma to
hold still but she was weeping and shaking. The barber got irritated and asked me to hold her tight. I felt sad but deep inside I had
had a fetish for her headshave which I couldn’t help but give in to, so I went and held her head firmly. The barber then bent amma’s
head down and placed the razor at mid top of her head and started scraping slowly. A small bald patch appeared and her thick hair
started falling down on the floor. I was feeling a sense of excitement inside. Slowly the front side of her head was fully bald, he then
started shaving oneside of her head and her otherside of her head too. Amma looked like a temple priest with her front and sides of
her head shaved and only back remaining. Then he started at the back side of her head and shaved off to her nape. When the barber
finished appa asked me to see if her head was fully smooth or not. I rolled my hand over her head and told the barber to shave
again.the barber again massaged her head and shaved it completely again. Amma’s head looked round like a cueball. She looked
quiet beautiful with her nosestud and her hoop ear rings and her bindi.
There was a large pile of hair, the barber asked if he could
take the hair and sell it as a wig. Appa told him to clear the pile and go, the barber was delighted to take the hair as he would make
a fortune from the thick hair.
From then on amma took extra care while preparing food. So as not repeat this again. Her hair has grown back to its original length
now. But I’m secretly hoping to see her headshave once more.
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