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Gwen looked at herself in the mirror. She sat naked, before the dressing-table mirror, brushing her long, auburn hair, that fell over her breasts, completely covering them. In the mirror she could see the Caribbean behind her through the sliding glass doors of the bungalow. It was blue and beautiful. She was on her honeymoon. She and Frank had been married for two days and had just arrived at St. Martins the afternoon before. They had reserved a beach house at Club Orient, one of the premier nudist resorts in the world.

Gwen brushed her hair slowly. Frank had gone out for a jog. He ran everyday for about 45 minutes. Gwen encouraged this because it helped his endurance. And, now that they were married, Gwen wanted him to have all the endurance he could muster.
Gwen stood up and walked over to her suitcase. In the outside zippered pouch she removed a plastic bag. In the plastic bag was a hair clipper, a can of shaving cream, a Mac 3 razor, and lots of extra blades. There were no guards for the clippers. None would be needed. She put them on a table in the sitting area, right next to the window overlooking the ocean. She then took a large sheet and spread it out on the floor next to the table. Finally, she picked up one of the wooden chairs and moved it to the center of the sheet.

Gwen returned to the vanity, sat down again and looked at herself in the mirror. Casually, she began to twirl her hair with the fingers of her right hand. It had been years since she had done this. It felt strange to start again. Then she took the strand of hair and put it across her lips, opened her mouth and put it in, so that part was hanging out the left side of her mouth. It looked so strange to do this, again.

Gwen was 24. She thought back to when she was 17. It was early June. She had been dating Frank for about four months. Her parents loved him. She loved him.

Her parents had always seemed to be the epitome of conservatism. Her father wore suits, her mother conservative dresses and slacks. They were both active in church and instilled conservative values in their daughter. She was a virgin and intended to remain that way until her wedding day. Frank fit in perfectly: Conservative from his values to his cloths to his car to his hair cut.

Her mother had invited Frank over to dinner on that Friday evening. The conversation had taken on a monotonous familiarity. "Gwen, quit playing with your hair," her father had started as she twilled a stand of hair in her right hand.
The subject of Gwen's hair was becoming a source of family friction. She played with it. She chewed it. It was constantly falling into her eyes and she was forever throwing her head back or using her hand to get it out of the way. It seemed like half the time her parents were looking at her face through a mask of hair.

"I like to twirl my hair," she answered with a noticeable defiant tone.

"Honey," her mother began, "it wouldn't be so bad, but you're not taking care of your hair at all. The ends are split and you're not washing it like you need to."

Gwen looked at Frank for support. "Sorry," he said, "They're right. It drives everyone nuts when you start that endless twirling. And, when you put it in your mouth, everyone wants to scream."

Frank was aware of some of the nastier comments at school. Somebody would always comment when Gwen was approaching, "Well, hair comes Gwen." There were even bets on how many times she would twirl her hair during the lunch hour. When she started putting it in her mouth, someone would say, "It looks like Gwen is carrying her lunch with her." Frank loved her, but the hair was a real problem.

"It's my hair and I'll do what I want with it!" she replied. "You can't tell me what to do."

"As long as you live under this roof, young lady, you'll do what we tell you," her father insisted.

"Not about my hair!" Gwen shot back, glaring at him.

Frank somehow managed to change the subject. It was amazing that he succeeded, however, since Gwen seemed to go out of her way to twirl and chew on her hair. Her father had looked at her mother with a stern "We have to do something about this" look.

When the dinner was over Mary, Gwen's mother, began to clear the table. Frank and John, her father, helped. Gwen went upstairs to change into long slacks. They were going to the movies and the weather had suddenly turned cool.
While they were in the kitchen, John turned to Mary and Frank, "I have a solution for our problem with Gwen's hair. But, I'll need your help." He then explained it in detail. They were both in complete agreement.

The next morning at breakfast, Mary said to Gwen, "Honey, you really do need to have the split ends of your hair trimmed. I need a cut, too. I just called and made an appointment at Bill's for 11 o'clock. Frank called while you were in the shower. I told him what I had in mind and he said he'd join us, that he also needed a trim."

"Sure, sounds fine," Gwen agreed.

After breakfast, the two women headed off to Bill's. Bill's Unisex Barbershop had been where the entire family had been getting their hair cut, styled and dyed for as long as Gwen could remember. Her father would often send notes to Bill with ideas as to what he wanted, but in the end, it was up to her mother, who was always there. Her father ran the check book in the household, so he would also send an envelope with Mary containing the check and any note he wanted Bill to read.
When they arrived at Bill's Frank was already there. Bill was just finishing up on Frank. "Hi, Mary, I'm about done here. Who's going next, you or Gwen."

Mary and Gwen sat in the waiting chairs. "It'll be Gwen then me."

Bill had been standing between the two women and Frank, blocking most of the view. "There you go," he said to the young man as he used the talcum brush to get rid of the last hairs and removed the cape from around Frank.

Gwen could hardly believe her eyes when she actually saw Frank. He had worn his hair fairly short as long as she hand known him, but nothing like she was looking at. "What happened?" She exclaimed.

"I decided to get it buzzed." Frank answered. "Bill used the #1 guard. It's a nice even 1/8th inch all around. What do you think?"

"Well, I don't know," was her first reaction.

"I like it!" Mary piped in. She had a broad smile on her face. "I really like it."

"Yea, it does look good on you." Gwen agreed, trying to get used to the radical change.

"You're next, Gwen," Bill announced, dusting off the big leather chair.

"Bill, John sent his usual list of suggestions. We've talked about it and agree completely," Mary said as she handed Bill the envelope with the check and the note. She had already told Bill what he was to do with Gwen's hair when she first made the appointment. She had some trouble convincing him she was serious, but in the end, Bill agreed.

Bill opened the envelop and quickly read the note.

As Gwen sat down, Frank and Mary came up beside her, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "What will it be," Bill asked.
"Just trim the split ends," Gwen answered.

Suddenly, Frank grabbed Gwen's left arm and in a moment had a strap around it, binding her to the chair. Mary was doing the same thing to her right arm. "What's going on," Gwen demanded.

Frank took out another strap and put it around Gwen's chest, anchoring her to the back of the chair. "Gwen," Mary began, "your father and I have decided that it's time for you to stop messing with your hair. You're going to get it cut shorter. Even Frank agrees."

"I don't want it shorter," Gwen screamed. "I want it left alone!"

"No, it will be shorter." Mary insisted. "Much, much shorter."

Gwen looked at Bill. "You're not going to do this are you?" she pleaded.

Bill shrugged his shoulders. "Actually, I think it's a good idea. And, besides you'll look good."

"And, just what are you going to do?" Gwen demanded.

Bill looked at Mary and Frank. Mary was the one to speak. "Gwen, he's going to cut your hair off."

"What! Buzzed like Frank's?" Gwen was on the verge of tears.

"No," Frank answered."

"Actually, it will be much shorter," Mary added.

"NO!" Gwen screamed.

Mary turned to Bill. "It's to be completely shaved. Nothing is to be left. This is what she deserves. Get started."

Gwen started kicking her legs in an effort to stop the assault. Mary and Frank had to physically restrain her and secure her legs with an additional strap, with Gwen screaming her angry objections the entire time.

Bill took his clippers off the shelf and removed the #1 guard he'd used on Frank. He oiled the blades, then turned to Gwen. He paused and looked at Mary, one last time. "Do it!" she insisted. He looked at Frank. "I agree," was all he said.

Bill snapped on the clippers and put them to the top of Gwen's head as the girl looked in the mirror. It had to be a bad dream she thought. It can't actually be happening. It was like an out of body experience. Gwen wasn't watching herself. It had to be a movie or a play with another person strapped to the chair. It couldn't be her. But, it was.

In one smooth motion he pushed them all the way back to the nape of her neck. Gwen looked at herself in the mirror in horror. Her beautiful head now had a bare path down the middle. As she watched Bill took a second, then a third pass.
To her amazement, Gwen suddenly realized that she was experiencing something beyond the rage she felt: She was getting excited. Sexually turned on. Her heart was racing, but not out of anger or fear. It was out of desire. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs. She didn't want to admit it, but she was loving it. The clippers felt so cool, so comforting.

"Please, don't," she pleaded, knowing Bill wouldn't stop and not wanting him to. She could not yet bring herself to admit that she couldn't wait for him to finish, because she wanted to be shaved bald.

"Too late now," Bill answered.

In less than ten minutes, her head looked like a fuzzy ball. Her scalp was completely visible. It was much shorter than Frank's. Next Bill got a warm, wet cloth and put it over Gwen's head. A moment passed by, and she heard a whirring sound. Then Bill appeared with a hand full of shaving cream.

When Bill put the cream on her head and started shaving, Gwen nearly had an orgasm. She was shocked that she enjoyed it so much. Mary noticed the change in behavior of her daughter. There was no more complaining, only a soft smile and a far away look. Gwen almost had a glowing look. Surprisingly, Mary was enjoying the sight, too. "It's amazing how good she looks that way," she said to herself.

Frank was also enjoying the sight. He had also picked up on Gwen's change in attitude. And, he, too, loved the look Gwen was taking on.

It took Bill less than five more minutes and Gwen was done. Bill wiped off the remaining cream and rubbed some lotion into the newly shaven skill, then stepped away.

Mary and Frank removed the straps that held her in place. Gwen stood up. She slowly touched her head with her hands. It was so incredibly smooth. It felt so good. She looked in the mirror. "I like it," she said slowly. "No, I love it. It feels so ... so ... different. So ... good!"

She turned to her mother. "I'm sorry. I really did deserve this." She turned to Frank and hugged him.

"Frank," she said, "I'd really like it if you had Bill finish the job he started on you. Your hair looks long and shaggy now compared to mine."

Frank smiled. "Yea, it does seem long, now doesn't it."

Frank resumed the chair and in short order Bill had his head shaved as smooth and clean as Gwen's. "Mary, it's your turn now."

Mary then took the chair. "What's your pleasure today?" He asked.

"Didn't John make a suggestion?" Mary asked.

"Yes," Bill replied, "did you read his note?"

"Just do what he suggested," she replied without really answering the question.

"You sure," Bill asked, still uncertain.

"Just do exactly as the note says," Mary assured him, in a tone bordering on exasperation.

"OK," Bill said and turned to retrieve his clippers from the counter as Mary closed her eyes to relax.

Bill raised the clippers without a guard and, just as he did with Gwen, put them to the top of Mary's forehead. In one smooth motion, he made the same cut with the same clippers on Mary, leaving a path of her head nearly bare.

Mary realized there was something very different going on. She opened her eyes in shock as she looked in the mirror and saw what Bill had done. "Bill," she stammered, "what are you doing?"

"I'm shaving your head, Mary," he replied in a matter of fact tone. "It's what the note said. That's why I asked you." He then handed Mary the note from John. "Here read it, yourself."

Mary looked at the note. It was simple. "Bill, I am in complete agreement that Gwen should have her head shaved clean and totally smooth. And, if it's OK with Mary, I'd really like you to do the same with her, shaved clean and totally smooth. It's been a long time."

"Sorry, I thought you knew," Bill stammered.

Mary smiled and looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Well, I would never have guessed. But, maybe there are some things I never knew about him that I'm about to learn," she thought to herself. She continued to gaze at herself in the mirror. It was too late now to do anything else. She leaned back in the chair and took a deep breath. "Go ahead, Bill, finish the job. Like I said, do whatever John suggested."

Gwen sat watching her mother, surprised at how casually she was accepting what was happening. Finally she asked, "Mom, aren't you upset at all?"

"No, not really," her mother answered without opening her eyes. "I guess I've never told you some of the details of when your father and I met."

"What detail?"

"Well, as you know we met at the University. We were both freshmen. I wanted to join a sorority. The one I wanted to join was not a social sorority, it was a service sorority. Our moto was 'Service, Caring, Sharing.' We had no real social events. Every activity was for service to the community and to people who needed help." Mary paused.

"Part of the initiation ritual was that every new member had to have their heads completely shaved. The hair was donated to cancer victims and for other charitable uses. We had to stay shaved from early March, when we were inducted into the sorority, until our first official meeting the next September. The shaved head was a symbol of giving and servanthood. Anytime we were asked why we did it, we had to explain about serving, caring and sharing."

"That's really neat," Gwen offered. "I've never heard this story."

"Well, your Dad was on the swim team. They had to shave their entire bodies. When he first saw me, he assumed I was a swimmer. There were a few on the women's team who shaved their heads, too. Anyway, that got us talking and the next thing we were dating and then we got married right after we graduated."

Bill told Mary to lean forward as far as possible so he could make certain the back of her neck was clean. When she could put her head up again, she continued. "Your Dad has always complimented me on my hair styles, but he's often said that the one he liked best was the one he saw me in first. I really thought he was kidding. Now I know he wasn't."

Gwen and her mother continued the conversation with Frank and Bill chiming in on occasion. Then the cut and shave were done.

When Mary rose from the chair, Gwen turned to Frank, "You look absolutely shaggy compared to Mom and me. I think you need to get your hair cut finished."

Frank smiled and stepped toward the chair again. "Bill, can you finish what you started?"

"It will only take a few minutes," Bill laughed.

Ten minutes later Gwen, Mary and Frank left Bill's Barbershop. Three bald heads walking toward the parking lot. Gwen was elated and still in a state of arousal. Mary was also surprised at her own reaction. She liked the feeling. She could feel the breeze on her head. The day had turned warm and she loved feeling of no hair to hold in the heat. She had forgotten how good it felt. She glanced at Frank. "I've also forgotten how good a man can look with a shaved head," she thought. Frank glanced at the two women. "I never thought they'd look this good," he thought to himself.

Frank followed them home in his car. When they arrived, John was in the kitchen. He looked up. His eyes widened when he saw his wife. "You look stunning! Fantastic! And, so ... very ... sexy! I love it!" he exclaimed. Then he looked at Gwen and Frank. "You two look really good, too."

"Yea," Mary agreed, "but now there's only one person in the household with a head of hair."

John smiled broadly. "I have a set of clippers upstairs. If you'd like to fix that, we can get the job done right now."
"Let's go," was all Mary had to say. The two adults headed for the stairs.

Frank and Gwen went into the family room and watched a movie. They both spent a lot of time fondling the other's head. The kissing was passionate and the feelings intense. Nonetheless, they managed to keep it to kissing and head fondling.
It was over two hours before Mary and John returned. They both had very mellow, satisfied looks on their faces.
Mary spent Monday shopping for wigs and found two she like that fit well and didn't itch. She and John decided that she would keep her head shaved for the foreseeable future.

Gwen liked her look so much that she didn't want to cover it. It was her punishment. She had deserved it. Her mother had said so. So now she would just have to put up with the consequences of her own behavior. She had Frank shave it for her twice a week all summer. It was the only way she'd learn her lesson, she explained. Frank completely agreed that it was good for her to learn what not to do and to face the punishment so bravely. He also agreed that the best way to learn something is to have it repeatedly reinforced. So he did the twice weekly reinforcement.

Gwen's parents were just glad that their daughter wasn't twirling or chewing on her hair any more. They were a bit surprised that she kept it that way, but shaved was much better than twirling. In fact it looked really good to both of them.
Frank was a year older than Gwen and headed off to college in August. With no one to shave her head, she decided to let it grow out. The two continued to date, but both agreed that their studies were too important to interrupt. By the time Gwen graduated from college her hair was nearly down to her waist. Frank also let his hair grow out to a more "respectable" length, simply because he didn't want to take the time to have it cut more than every 8 weeks. Every summer, however, he'd have it shaved as soon as classes were out.

Frank proposed to Gwenn during the Christmas break of her senior year at College. They were married in June. Now they were on their honeymoon.

The clippers, razor and shaving cream that sat on the table by the window in the beach house had been a secret gift from her mother to Gwen. Mary and John were still shaving their heads. "Take these on your honeymoon. Have fun." Mary had told the bride.

Gwen looked at herself in the mirror of the honeymoon beach house. She had been twirling her hair for nearly a half hour. She heard the door open. Frank, her husband, walked in.

Gwen looked at him. "Honey," she began in a very contrite tone, "I've been a very bad girl. I've been twirling and chewing on my hair again." She paused. "I know I shouldn't have done it. But, I did."

She looked down. "Please don't punish me too much. And, please don't shave my head like you did the last time."

Frank looked over at the clippers, the shaving cream and the razor. "Gwen, you need to learn. You've been told before what will happen if you ever do it again. Now's the time," he said in a very stern voice.

In less than a half hour Gwen was again shaved completely bald. Then Frank had her spread her legs and he shaved her pubic area completely smooth. "There!" He announced. "That's what happens to girls who twirl."

He stood back and looked at her. "Only one more minor adjustment," he announced. He picked up the clippers again, and without any warning, zipped off Gwen's left eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" She said, half laughing, have shocked.

"You are going to be completely bald, from head to foot, my lovely. The eyebrows go!" With that he clipped off the right brow. He took a bit more shaving cream and finished both.

"Now you are done," he said, in a tone of complete satisfaction.

"Not, completely," she corrected. "Because now you need to find out what happens to boys who shave girl's heads?" Gwen asked with a gleam in her eye.

"Oh, really," Frank answered in mock ignorance. "Do you want to show me?"

"Sit down, Dear," she smiled. "I'd love to."

It took her about 20 more minutes to shave Frank's head and another 15 to do his entire pubic area. And, about one minute to take care of his eyebrows. He, too, was naked from head to foot. "You know," said as she surveyed her work, "I will eventually have to do something about the hair on your chest and legs." She thought a moment. "Even your arms are going to be taken care of. But, that can wait until later. Right now there's something else we need to do."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed. They were at each other and this time there were no limits like there had been when she was 17.

Later, when they both needed a break, they walked out the patio door of the beach house, together, completely nude from head to foot into the Caribbean sunshine for a short stroll. It did not last long, however. Because the shaved head had the same effect on Gwen it had years before. They got only a short way, when she turned Frank back to the beach house to take up again where they had left off. The rest of the afternoon was filled with laughing and loving and touching and kissing and passionate sex.

Before they returned to the States, Gwen made Frank promise to keep his head shaved. It was an easy sell. And Frank bought Gwen several wigs with short hair styles. Her hair was never going to be twirled again. There would be nothing to twirl. But, there would be a lot of soft, smooth skin to fondle.

c2008, All Rights Reserved. By RatherBeBald

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