Several years ago I attended a small southern college. Our fraternity house was adorned with a statue of our mascot and a favorite campus prank was to paint it. It was general knowledge on campus that those caught would be shaved bald and though the mascot was often painted, rarely was the culprit apprehended. The alternative was calling the police and even though it amounted to only malicious mischief, a criminal record was a criminal record.
In the wee hours of a Sunday morning, three of the brothers were returning to the house when they collided with two people running through the back gate. One look at the statue told the tale and the two were grabbed and hauled inside. The house was awakened and court was convened.
The Master of the house presided at the "trial" and the brothers formed the jury. Both "defendants" pled guilty since they had been caught at the scene with the paint in their hands. Both were also women and they both knew the penalty.
Sue was a tall blond with short, straight hair and a defiant look on her face. Judy, a slightly shorter girl with dark features, was in tears. She began pleading to be released and almost became hysterical. The "judge" tried to calm her down and explained the punishment and the need to enforce it. "After all, it's only hair." he said. "It'll grow back."
Judy reached behind her and pulled out two clips. Shaking her head, we all watched as her hair cascaded over her shoulders and down beyond her waist. It was like silk and no one could even imagine cutting it all off. It was just beautiful.
The "judge" invited Judy "into chambers", our coat closet, for a quick conference. Sue, meanwhile, was muttering for us to get on with it. She also had some choice names for us and our proceedings.
The Master returned, leaving Judy with the Sergeant at Arms in the hall just outside the main room. and returned. Sue sat in a wooden chair and the "judge" resumed his position on the small stage. Sue cursed us, calling us just about everything you could think of. The Master turned to her and looking her square in the eye she quieted down. "You have admitted your guilt, and we have it on video. You are sentenced to have your head shaved." Again Sue began to curse us.
The "judge" turned to her and said, "You need not have your head shaved. There are alternatives." Sue quieted down. "If you refuse to have your head shaved, you can be turned over to the police but you will wind up with a criminal record," he pronounced. Again she started to curse. "Or....," he started. And again Sue quieted down. "You can agree to go down on the all the brothers."
"You wish," she hissed as she looked defiantly at him.
"Your choice," he said softly.
"Some choice," she hissed. The "judge" waited silently as did all the brothers. Sue ran her fingers through her short hair. The master looked at the back of the room and one of the brothers opened the door and the Sergeant at Arms entered with Judy. He walked her down the side of the room and sat her down in a wooden chair and held her arm.
"The sentence for the crime of defacing the house mascot is for the prisoner to have her head shaved," the "judge" announced. "The sentence will be carried out by our licensed barber," he continued and then the lights in the main part of the room were dimmed.
Sue was led up onto the small stage before the brothers. I was the licensed barber and I got to carry out the sentence. Usually the guilty were guys and I would give them a quick clip and out they'd go. This was different.
First, I combed Sue's hair back and with several quick passes of the electric clippers her soft, blond hair lay on the floor. Sue started to get up when the "judge" informed her, "that the sentence has not been completed." The angry, young woman sat back down as I surveyed my work. Then full shaving materials were brought in. This was new but I got the idea.
I wrapped Sue's head with a hot towel and then applied hot lather to her shorn scalp and skillfully shaved her entire head. I then wrapped her bald head with a cold towel before wiping her shiny scalp clean. She looked strange but kind of beautiful or perhaps, exotic.
The Master asked the brothers to line up for inspection, to verify that the sentence had been properly carried out. This was also something new but everyone lined up. Sue was led to another chair, this one a canvas backed bar stool, turned with its back to the audience. She sat in the chair and placed her hands on the wooden arms. Two brothers stood on either side of her and held her arms to the chair as the brothers began to approach her. In turn, each brother came forward and ran a hand over Sue's smooth scalp. A few leaned forward and kissed her bald head. Each brother got a nice view down the front of her tank top as he leaned over her for inspection. The young beauty gritted her teeth and endured the humiliation of what had happened to her. Sue was given a scarf and shown out of the house as she cursed us.
The Master then announced that Judy had "thrown herself on the mercy of the court" and that her plea had been accepted and an alternate sentence had been suggested since her hair was so very special and that she had accepted the conditions put to her. "The alternate sentence may not meet the letter of the law, but it certainly met the spirit of it." he announced.
"The court is warned to keep absolutely silent after the reading of the sentence. Anyone who breaks the silence will be removed from the court," he warned. This too, was something new, but the brothers realized that something was up. He knew that the beautiful, young girl was already terrified and didn't want to freak her out all together. "The prisoner will be shaved bald, in keeping with the prescribed punishment. That is, everywhere except for her head." There was a collective gasp in the packed room.
Judy was led to the front of the room and helped up onto the stage. She stood motionless on the small stage. Slowly she began to lift her sweatshirt, revealing beautifully large breasts. She held the shirt in front of her chest for a moment and then gaining some courage, dropped it to the floor. After kicking off her sneakers, she slid out of her sweat pants. Tears were still in her eyes as she looked at the Master. "Your choice," he said, "either sentence will satisfy us."
Shaking a bit, Judy reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She let it slide down her arms and then shaking her head, her long hair covered her breasts as she dropped her bra to the floor. One of the brothers picked it up and examined it. He then passed it around the room. Quickly, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs and clasped her hands in front of her dark, silky bush. The brothers remained fairly quiet hoping not to intimidate the young beauty too completely. She might change her mind and run out.
Coming up beside her, I combed her long, dark hair down over her shoulders keeping her breasts covered. She relaxed a bit. Stepping behind her, I pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Her huge breasts stood out proudly in front of her to our great satisfaction. They were firm and huge, 38-Ds to be precise, with soft pink aereola.
Two of the brothers brought up a large padded chair with a large throw pillow on it and I helped Judy as she sat down. The pillow forced her body forward to the edge of the seat and the brothers all gathered around to watch. I assured her I'd be very careful not to hurt her and I urged her to remain very still. Gently, I combed her pubic thatch of soft curls. Her firm thighs quivered slightly. With the clippers, I sheared off her silky down. The vibrations of the clippers tickled her mons as she felt the intensity deep into her open womanflesh. Easing her legs apart, I continued to shave the hair down between her open thighs. When I turned off the clippers she closed her legs and started to get up.