Family Lesson


by Darrin Morgan <darrinmorgan@hotmail>

About two weeks ago my Uncle Frank came in to the shop for his monthly haircut. My Uncle had been a regular customer of my Dad for years when he owned the Barbershop. My Dad said that he never charged any of the family, he just didn't think it was right. He asked me not to charge any family either. I had agreed.

Well, when I finished Uncle Frank's haircut, he asked me how much he owed me. Now, he had never before asked that question. I really wasn't paying a great deal of attention I guess. I think I answered in sort of a knee jerk fashion. "Seven dollars" I said. Uncle Frank got the money from his wallet, and put in on the register. Now, I was already starting on the next guy in the chair, when he said his goodbye and waived goodbye. It wasn't until I went to collect from the next patron that I realized Uncle Frank had even laid the money there. I just realized I could go on to the next customer, as Uncle Frank never pays.

My cousin Seth, Uncle Frank's oldest son, called my oldest brother and bitched about me charging Uncle Frank. Seth demanded I be brought down a notch. He insighted a fury in my brother.

Today, Wednesday, Senior citizen's discount day at the shop, I arrive to my usual crowd waiting at the door, and my brother Drake standing among them with folded arms (his usual pose when pissed off).

Drake takes my keys and unlocks the door, and enters the shop leaving me behind. I stand holding the door, and let all the waiting customers in.

When I finally come in, I find Drake standing behind the barber chair. He asks the gentlemen for their attention. "I would like to tell you all of the shame brought upon me and my family by my brother Darrin here. You see Darrin has embarrassed me and my family by gouging my Uncle Frank in overcharging for a haircut. now gentlemen, I need to teach Darrin here a lesson about family loyalty and fairness. And gents, Darrin will learn it in front of you."

With that said, Drake ordered me to strip. I hung my head and complied.

Drake tapped on the stool. I knew then that he had known about my stealing the candy from Old Ike, and what my punishment had been.

Drake explained to the men that he was going to rid me of my pubic hair as I obviously was still a kid needing lessons. Drake turned on the clippers and then made me ask for the shave.

At first I barely brought the words out, but finally he had me almost begging, "Please Drake, shave my crotch and help me to be a man who remembers to honor and respect his family" I pleaded.

Drake worked the clippers across my low slung balls and then started at the base of my hardening _c_o_c_k_. He worked out and away from the root of my member. When he had made a bare circle all the way around my penis, he asked my customers "Do you think this will be enough?"

The responses were al the same. "No, take it all off." And so Drake removed all of it, all the way up to my navel. He didn't take any hair from my butt or chest, just the _c_o_c_k_ and balls.

Drake then foamed my crotch, took the straight razor, and made swift work of stripping the nubs. "Bald as a baby" Drake announced.

"Now, I think the baby needs a sound spanking." Drake said and he sat in the Barber chair and ordered me across his lap. I put my hand in front of my _d_i_c_k_ to cover my nakedness, and Drake took offense. He said I would regret that move. He pulled me across his lap and proceeded to beat my ass with a fury I'd never felt from dad. My razor strop got a thorough working out this morning.

Drake said, that since I was embarrassed by my bald crotch, I was going to spend the day nude to help to learn my lesson. "And" he said, "everyone gets free haircuts today."

Drake said free haircuts would help me to remember not to gouge my family.

I've spent most of the day sporting a big bald boner. The business today has been incredible. Word seems to have spread like wildfire about the free haircuts. I found out what it would be to have gray pubic hair today. Since I was raging in the hard-on department, it created quite a shelf and as I cut gray hair, it stacked up at the base of my rod.

Some of my customers were nice and tried to just ignore my nakedness and my bald crotch. Others though, derided and taunted me. A couple of guys said that they had wanted to re-warm my ass for me.

I was handling most of the comments well, and I was even handling the teens well. I could have sunk under the counter thought when my Uncle Frank came in. He said that there were two guys outside who were waiting to see me. Just great I thought, more family to give me hell.

I was shocked when Uncle Frank brought my cousin Seth and my brother Drake in, pulling each by an ear. He told them to ask my forgiveness as they had inflicted unfair treatment on me.

Uncle Frank told the two to strip and wait their turn while I finished with other customers. By the time their turn came around, both Seth and Drake were sporting hard _c_o_c_k_s.

Uncle Frank had coached the two on what to say to me. Seth stepped up first and told me it was he who had started the whole thing, and that he was sorry, and that he needed to be taught a lesson today, but one more thorough than I had gotten.

Seth asked me to give him the full man maker treatment. "Please" he asked, "Give me a flat top and a body shave."

As Seth sat in my chair, Uncle Frank said "Make it as short as you can Darrin."

I started on Frank's flat top, worked quickly and decided to use the razor to get the fade and landing strip as short as possible. Drake watched in horror, and put his hand in front of his very bushy _c_o_c_k_ and balls. Hands at yourr side Uncle Frank barked.

I took off the cape from Seth and motioned Drake over. His haircut was only a week old, but now he would get the aboslutely shortest one I could give without shaving him totally bald.

Uncle Frank said that I should do the clippering, but that Seth and Drake should shave the stubble from each other. Uncle Frank also said that since I had suffered most of the day with a raging boner, that my brother and cousin would share in bringing me some relief.

The shaving was indeed fun. I had not seen Seth naked, not since we were kids. He was well built, but had the smallest balls I seen on an adult guy. Uncle Frank called him "No Nuts" several times for humiliation. Drake started to protest when I asked him to spread his cheeks, but Uncle Frank cleared his throat and Drake complied.

Drake took the straight razor and did away with Seth's nubs, and he looked glorious. His balls were so small, he truly looked like a little boy. Seth wasn't as handy with the razor. Drake suffered some nicks.

Uncle Frank then asked me to administer the spankings. I spared nothing. I blistered both of their asses well. Seth cried and kicked and screamed. Uncle Frank took hold of his legs and told me to start all over. Drake took his better, but he shot his load between my legs while getting his but worked over.

Uncle Frank asked me to give him some aftershave to make sure the two didn't break out after their shaves. He applied it, and both of the guys danced as if on hot coals.

Uncle Frank then surprised us all as he disrobed, asked be to shave him too. He admitted to sort of insighting Seth, and being responsible for the situation.

Uncle Frank told me to spare him nothing. I took off his dense mat of gray-brown chest hair, his arm-pit hairs, and all. I took it nice and slow through his gray-brown extremely thick thatch of pubes and densely coated balls. Uncle Frank was stoic until I made him bend over and spread his cheeks. He whimpered as I took the thick furpatch from between his cheeks and down to the base of his balls.

He asked me to do the shaveing of the stubble, and to do his spanking too. Uncle Frank told me if I went easy, he would let Seth and Drake each have a turn at my butt. Boy did I blister his ass. First I spilled a bit of aftershave on it, and then I commenced to his whipping. Sixty-Five licks later, I let him up.

Uncle Frank said that he and Drake and Seth would each pitch in and cover the lost revenue of the day.

Just before Uncle Frank and the two left, he turned to me and said, I think the punishment lasts a year, right?

I smiled, nodded, and went to work on the next patron.


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