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Redhinney
Junior Spanko
Username: Redhinney

Post Number: 148
Registered: 10-2005
Posted on Thursday, January 26, 2006 - 05:13 pm:   Edit Post

The Hair Cut
By
Patricia Louise @2004

I was walk into the shop with a little feeling of dread not enough to make me turn way but enough to make me aware of what I was doing. Shawn and I talked about my wish to cut my hair but he was adamant that it remained long. But this was for a good cause “Locks of Love” was running a promotion to get human hair to make wigs for children with cancer. Shawn couldn’t be upset if I cut just 8 inches off for that. I bet he wouldn’t even notice. My hair is so long that it reaches my butt. I’m sure he wouldn’t even notice besides what can he do once its cut, I can’t glue it back on. Fear settles in as I know he will notice, he notices if I lose or gain a pound; what am I thinking I couldn’t get away with this. Maybe I should just walk away.

“I can’t believe that this hair is natural. I mean I know it is but we have been trying for several months to get red hair for a specific little girl whose hair could be an exact color copy of yours. She will so happy that we found hair for her”. Well there goes walking out. Sitting down I took a deep breath as the stylist cut off section and sections of hair in 8 inch long lengths.

“Why don’t I just cut some layers in give your curls some shape?” Blinking out of frog I barely whisper “OK”. Suddenly I see layer upon layer of curls forming. My hair looks totally different. There is no way I will be able to hide this from Shawn, what was I thinking.

Rushing back to the office I really didn’t have much time to worry. I had a million things to do before leaving for the day, and I promised Shawn I would be home on time today, let’s not add anything else to the simmering pot. My staff tells me how great my hair looks and that Shawn is going to love it. My assistant even goes as far to tell me it makes me look younger. Great just what Shawn needs to hear. Doesn’t he get teased enough about robbing the cradle?

Finally it’s time to leave. The reality of what I did is sinking in fast and so is that unique feeling in my stomach. That feeling of I know I am in trouble just how much is left to be discussed. Shawn is a reasonable man I’ll tell him why I did it and I am sure he would be ok with it. If he heard about the little girl he would cut his hair if it would help. I just know he would. He wouldn’t expect any less from me.

“Hi Hunny I have a surprise for you. I just know you will love it”

Shawn stops when he reached the entrance to the front hall way “What did you do. We discussed this a million times I told you that I like your hair long and not to cut it. So what do you do but get it cut and than tells me it’s a surprise. It’s a surprise alright. You purposely disobey me and did it anyway. How can you even think I would be OK with it?”

“Shawn please listen, I was only going to get a little cut off. The salon was doing a promotion for “Locks of Love". They have a little girl who needed red hair; what was I suppose to do.” The nervousness in my voice makes me sound as if I pleading with him to believe me. “The next thing I knew the stylist was cutting and cutting. It will grew back but that little girl’s may not, please believe me I had good intentions.”

“Well little one, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Did you think to call me? Do you think I would have said no under the circumstances? Did you? No. You just went ahead and cut your hair without even thinking what I would say. Its not like we didn’t talk about this so many times in the past, I just don’t get what you don’t get.”

“Shawn aren’t you being just a little overbearing on this. It’s my hair I should be able to do what I want with it and if I want to cut it all off and give it away, it’s my choice not yours.”

“I can’t believe you. I wear things that you like, I’ve got my ear pierced because you like it but I am not allowed to tell you not to cut your hair. Well Little one it isn’t like that, I told you no and you did it anyway. What do you have to say about that?”

“Shawn, please it was for charity. Give it up. There is nothing I can do about it now. I can’t glue the dam f**king hair back on” OK I thinking there really is something wrong with my brain not only am I here because I did something he said not to do but I throw in a few curse words, while I was yelling. Oh yeah that is really going to help the situation

Well little one (ok I am smart enough to know 3 little ones during the same discussion means I am a whole pile of trouble), it doesn’t matter that it was for charity but was does matter is that you disobeyed me and for that you will be punished. You wanted to cut your hair so you found a way to do it and hoped that I would agree. That is unfair and totally dishonest. Go upstairs and get ready.”

“I don’t want to get spanked, I don’t deserve that. I did it for charity; give me a break, dam it what if it was our little girl wouldn’t you want someone to give their hair for her.”

“Get moving because if I get up there and your not ready, your will get 10x more than what I have in mind.” Staring at you I found it hard to move. “You better get moving now!!!!! “

Ok I’m not totally stupid I run up the stairs not because I am in any rush to get spanked but because I do know you are serious when you say it will be harder if I didn’t start moving. Really looking in the mirror for the first time all day, I realize that my hair is so different instead of all one length there are layers, soft curls are formed all around my head and my assistance is right it does make me look younger. My head feels so much lighter. I take off my makeup wash my face and try to put my hair in a pony tail. It’s not happening because of all the layers I do it the best I can and remove my suit and get ready.

I move slowly to the corner with my panties down waiting and waiting. I hate waiting but it does make me focus on why I am being spanked. Shawn was right I should have asked him first. I wanted to cut my hair but I thought that if I gave it to charity I shouldn’t be punished. But maybe he’s right I was using this event for my own means. I guess he’s right I was being slightly dishonest. Ok I’ll accept this. I should have called him.

I hear you coming up the stairs; by the way your feet are moving I can tell this is one spanking that you are not looking forward to. Dam it why do I do things like this? Why can’t I just do what you ask? Why is it that being a good wife and life mate is so hard for me? I agreed to this so why is it so hard for me to accept that you are the HOH and I have to listen even when I may not like what you are saying or asking. Why, because being a redhead I have a strong will and a temper to match. Red head I believe that helped to get me in the situation I am in now. I think when is all over I dye it brown or black. Oh yeah that will go over big. He’s pissed because I cut it can I can only image what it would be like if I colored it. I wouldn’t be sitting for years never mind days.

So engrossed in my thoughts I didn’t hear you come in to the room. “Come here; tell me why you think you’re getting a spanking?”

Somewhat timid I walk towards you stopping about 2 feet from your knees. Tears are forming in my eyes I try hard to hold them back but one sneaks out. “I’m sorry I should have called, I wanted to cut my hair for a while and I did use this as an excuse. I know that if I would have called you would have said yes. I’m so sorry I didn’t trust you to say yes, so I did it anyway disobeying your wishes. I am so sorry, please believe me; I will never do it again. You are so right in spanking me, what I did was wrong but I am really sorry.”

“I know babe, come on get over my knee, your will get two spankings one for being dishonest to yourself and than another for disobeying me. Do you understand?”

Nodding my head I lean forward to get in position, you help me, moving my hips closer to you putting your legs over mine so that I can’t move. I’m ready or at least I think I am until the first swat lands.

“Babe I am going to give you a long warm up so that you can take the hard punishment you deserve and need. Do you understand?’

I barely have time to answer before the spanking continues taking my breath away. If this is the warm up what is the punishment going to feel like. You continue with the warm up; 20 or 30 spanks with your hand. Finally you stop. Thinking that you are going to allow me time to rest in between I start to move, but than stop as I feel the force of the wooden hair brush. How appropriate that you chose that. I am getting a spanking because I cut my hair and the tool used to drive that home is my hairbrush- dam it note to self – hid hairbrushes for all future spankings, that thing hurts.

After what seems like forever I start crying loud big sobs, they sound as if they are coming from deep in my body, heart tearing sobs. It seems to slow you down a bit but the force behind each spank is still as hard. Finally after many “I can’t take it please stop”, you do just that. Helping me up you guide me to “my corner,” I lean my head against the wall; you remind me no rubbing and leave me there to think about what I did.

The only thoughts I have at first are; this is one bad spanking for getting my hair cut. But that inner child in me speak up and reminds me that I am getting spanked because I was dishonest and honesty it the basis of all relationships. I know that if I can’t be honest with my self how will I ever be honest with you. God why is this such a hard issue. If Shawn doesn’t think I am honest than he can’t trust me and a marriage without trust is as good as a fish with a bicycle. Both are good things but together they don’t mean a thing. Why does each spanking have to be so soul searching why don’t I get in trouble for not putting away something? Why because everything I do has to be big. Because I am the baby sister that is still fighting to be on top not realizing that I am on top, that my husband a man who loves me would do anything for me. No I have to fight the world myself. Why am I such a fool?

Once again I hear your foot step on the landing. “Come here babe” The sweet tone of your voice makes me even sadder, sadder that I hurt you and you still love me no matter what. I come towards you but stumble along the way. The way you reach out and grab me send a clear message you will always be there to protect me even if it is from myself.

Once again you ask me why I am getting a spanking “Because I disobeyed you and did what I wanted not what you what me to” You nod your head and again help across your knees. Without any warning I feel that unmistakable sting of the leather belt landing across my all ready sore butt. “Ow please I am sorry I will listen to you I promise I will never disobey you again.” My words do nothing to stop you. With each slap I am praying to god that you stop. I will sign away all of my worldly possession if you would just stop. Some of them I say at loud for you to hear and some I say silently. In between my crying I hear you “Little one I am so sorry but you must learn to listen to me. I will not having you disobey me again”

What seems like hours but is really only about 20 minutes you stop. My butt is still jiggling from all the spanking and the sting has to settled down to a constant burn, I am unaware that you have stopped. Again I beg you to stop. All I hear is “SHHHH little one it’s over.” Turning me over you pull me into your chest gently rocking me back and forth, you let me cry, the big heaping sobs that only come from within my soul and pull on your heart strings. You continue to rock never stopping. I feel something wet on my arms and I realize that you are crying too. My big strong husband is crying because he spanked me, a spanking I deserved but still he was the one who had to give me pain. Once again I pray to God “Please let me learn to be a better wife, please don’t let my badness hurt my husband anymore.

After several more minutes you carry me over to the bed and lay me down on my side. Still rubbing my back I hear you voice whisper “Maddy no matter what I will always love you please don’t forget that.” You get up but return with cool wash cloth and clean my tear strained face. I feel you rubbing my back, just as I am ready to fall asleep you kiss me; “I love you Shawn I’m so sorry, please keep loving me”. “SHHHH baby girl, go to sleep rest now I am right here. Every thing is all right nothing will hurt you; I’m here to protect you. Sleep you’ll feel better in the morning”
Love can't always be seen or hear but will always felt with your heart
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Kaos25
New member
Username: Kaos25

Post Number: 2
Registered: 01-2006
Posted on Friday, January 27, 2006 - 01:58 am:   Edit Post

that was a great story!! i hope you keep them coming!!
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Tammynx
Spanko
Username: Tammynx

Post Number: 261
Registered: 10-2005


Posted on Friday, January 27, 2006 - 04:27 pm:   Edit Post

Wonderful story!!! :-)
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Smartnnaughty
Spanko
Username: Smartnnaughty

Post Number: 329
Registered: 05-2005


Posted on Friday, January 27, 2006 - 07:38 pm:   Edit Post

awwww. It was sweet how they both were crying. Terrific story!
I try to take one day at a time -- but sometimes several days attack me at once.
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Ziggy
Advanced Spanko
Username: Ziggy

Post Number: 2302
Registered: 08-2005
Posted on Saturday, January 28, 2006 - 11:04 am:   Edit Post

that was a truly great story, I have a lump in my throat.
when caught run faster then him !!
I am a TA junkie !!

Hubbie is due back home in march.................pout stomp !!!

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