A Hairy Mess

Elizabeth was sitting in the beauty salon chair. Her favorite hair dresser, Mr. Vargus, was brushing her hair. “Seventy Three, Seventy Four, Seventy Five. Seventy Six.”

She was squirming in the chair. Mr. Vargus was pulling her hair too tight and it hurt. “Vargus, stop this. It hurts.”

He continued with the brushing. “Seventy Seven, Seventy Eight.”

Elizabeth stood up and pulled away from him. She turned and faced him. “Mr. Vargus, stop that it hurts and I don’t think it’ll do a bit of good.”

“Of course it will, now sit back down.” He taps the hairbrush on the arm of the chair.

She stamps her foot. “No. It isn’t doing any good.”

Mr. Vargus waves the hairbrush around in the air. “Now sit or I’ll use this brush where I know it will be of use.”

She picks up a small bottle of perfume and throws it at Mr. Vargus, he ducks and it fly’s across the room hitting Elizabeth’s mother, spilling all over her. Joan shoots up and comes over to her daughter. “Just what did you think you were doing Elizabeth?”

She points at Mr. Vargus. “He was using that brush too hard and my hair felt like it was coming out.”

Joan looks at him. “He’s the best hairdresser in this place. I wish I could get him. Now sit down and let him finish.”

“No, I think he’s finished.” She turns to leave and her mother grabs her by the arm. Pulling her back to Mr. Vargus.

She lets go of her. “Mr. Vargus I believe that you know what needs to be done. I’ve seen you do what needs to be done on unrulely women.”

Mr. Vargus sits down in the chair and pulls Elizabeth over his knee. “No wait, what do you think you’re doing to me.”

Without saying another word. Crack. “OOOOOO.” “One”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Two.”

Mr. Vargus begins to count out the strokes that he gives to Elizabeth, but this time the strokes aren’t one her hair, but her backside.

Crack. “OOOOOO. Stop this.” “Three.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Four.”

Crack. “OOOOOO. Mother, stop this indignity.” “Five.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Six.”

Crack. “OOOOOO. Oh my, it hurts so much. Stoooooop.” “Seven”

Joan had put her hand over her own backside. She’s been in that exact same position herself and knows what a spanking by Mr. Vargus feels like. She always made sure to wear her thickest girdle to her beauty appointments, since that time she got 100 from Mr. Vargus.

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Eight.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Nine.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Ten.”

Elizabeth spanking went on and on. ……………… ……………………………. She struggled to get up but couldn’t. The other patrons didn’t even look at her or Mr. Vargus; they didn’t want to find themselves in Elizabeth’s position. Neither did any of the other female beauticians.

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Eighty Seven.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Eighty Eight.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Eighty Nine.”

Mr. Vargus just sat there and tanned Elizabeth’s backside. “You see Elizabeth? One Hundred strokes with a stiff brush works WONDERS.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Ninety.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Ninety One.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Ninety Two.”

Elizabeth was past saying anything. All she did was blubber and screech out as the stiff brush made contact with the back of her dress. Her mother had gone back to her hair dresser. Not wanting a spanking herself. Which she might get if, when Mr. Vargus was through with Elizabeth, he might give to her.

“Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Ninety Three.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Ninety Four.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Ninety Five.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Ninety Six.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Ninety Seven.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Ninety Eight.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “Ninety Nine.”

Crack. “OOOOOO.” “One Hundred.”

Elizabeth felt Mr. Vargus let go of her arm. She stood up and started to rub the sorest backside she had ever had. She was crying. “Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo.”

Mr. Vargus taps the hairbrush on the arm rest of the chair again. “Sit down Elizabeth, or it’ll be another hundred.”

Elizabeth sat down, very very slowly. Her ass hurt and was unfire as she sat. “Now Elizabeth were where we, oh yah. Seventy Nine, Eighty, Eighty one, Eighty two.”

Elizabeth sat they’re as Mr. Vargus began to brush her hair where he’d left off. She squirmed in the chair as her did. She was still sniffling as her finished brushing her hair. She didn’t say another word, too afraid that she might find herself over his knee again.

The next time she came for an appointment with Mr. Vargus, she made sure to wear her thickest girdle, as her mother had.

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