When I got home from Atlanta the next weekend, I was pleased to find my daughter, Jessica; and her friend, Sara; waiting on their knees for me, their legs were spread wide open and their pussies perfectly bald. Their hands were behind their heads, displaying their smooth armpits.
"Jessica, where did you learn that position?"
"From one of your magazines. It said this was a very submissive position."
"And just who gave you permission to look at my magazines?"
"I'm sorry, Mom. I just wanted to get some ideas."
"You're supposed to ask first. I come home from a long trip and already I have to punish you."
"Yes, Mommy." She pretended to be humble, but her giggle shot that.
"No, Jessica. I'm going to take you to someone who knows how to whip you hard. Get your robe and shoes." That messed her up. She returned quickly with her tiny kimono and a pair of flip-flops.
Looking at her though, I couldn't stand that fucking purple hair. "Put those down for now. Get in the shower and stay under the water. I'll be there shortly. Sara, undress me." Nude, I strutted into my bathroom and dug out the necessary tools.
Jessica was soaking under the shower when I climbed in. I cuffed her hands behind her back and began lathering up her hair. "I won't have you and your fucking purple hair embarrassing me in front of my friends, Jessica."
"I'm sorry, Mom."
I poured two bottles into my daughter's hair and kept kneading it for several minutes. "Tell me when it gets warm, Jess."
"It's getting hot, Mom. What is that."
"It's to get rid of that purple." I kept working it for a few more minutes before sticking Jessica's head under the spray and rubbing it with a wash cloth. "Close your eyes. I don't want to get any of this in them."
"Oh, my god!" Sara shouted. "Cool!"
"What?!" asked Jessica, concerned.
"Sara, wipe the steam off the mirror."
"Mom! I'm bald!"
"That's right," I answered, then turned and licked her scalp. "No more purple hair... and if you don't wise up, I'll take your eyebrows and eyelashes too. " Turning to Sara, "Dry her off and calm her down. I have to get dressed."
I showered and picked out a Domme outfit - corset, black skirt, heels, thigh highs; the usual - leaving off my wig. Then I marched back to the girls.
Jessica was still handcuffed, so Sara must have made up her face... before shaving off her own hair! Oh, they looked so pretty with make-up and bald. Mum, and so submissive - all nude but for their slave dog collars and the jewellery I bought Jessica last weekend.
"Get your robes and shoes," I told them while unlocking Jessica's wrists. They donned their shortie robes at the door and picked up their sandals.
We grabbed a cab and headed over to John's dungeon. "I hope he's in," I thought to myself.
In the cab, I asked Jessica, "How much electrolysis did you get done this week?"
"I did my pubes while Sara did my armpits and butt. Can I get the belly ring now?"
"Yes, I promised you that, but first you have to be punished."
I led them up to the dungeon and turned to them. "Just like at home, Jessica; slavegirls don't wear clothes in a dungeon. The girls both shucked their robes and kicked off their little flip-flops, and I took them to the hoist. "Are these tight?" I asked Jessica, securing leather cuffs to her wrists.
"Yes, mom."
"Sara, put these around Jessica's ankles."
"Yes, ma'am."
I clipped the cuffs to the hoist bar and her ankles to a spreader bar. She could turn around - awkwardly - but she wasn't going anywhere. I then left to find John.
"I've got a treat for you upstairs," I told him.
"Oh, jesus," he moaned. "What now?"
"A girl who needs a whipping."
That piqued his curiosity. Of course, that just meant that he then had to spend a half hour picking out whips, canes, and paddles in his toy room; ugh, a fag on a trip. We eventually climbed up to the dungeon with his toys.
"Ah, yes," he announced with a broad smile. "It was just a matter of time before you came to me." John slowly walked around Jessica, inspecting my daughter's young, hairless body. His one hand gently cupped her ass and squeezed its firm flesh. "I understand you are to be punished. Well, let's get you a little higher."
John cranked the hoist, lifting Jessica so her toes barely touched the floor. She was quite helpless like that. With his guidance, she turned to present her ass for punishment.
Selecting a signal whip, John cracked a few practice throws, both to loosen up, and to instill the proper fear of God into Jessica. She tensed up with each crack. Petting her back and rump one last time, he stepped back and drew the whip.
[Crack!]
"Aiyyeee!" Jessica screamed when the fall hit her back.
[Crack!]
Again and again, John whipped Jessica. Scream as she might though, she never asked him to stop. Then, on her tiptoes, she turned her ass away from him.
"You better turn around, or I'll just start whipping your front," he admonished.
