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Consensual Surprise. Consensual Time for a Change. Forced Punishment Time for a Change. Consensual Surprise Time for a Change.
My Accidental Bobbing By Tammy. I grew up in a small community north of Mount Pleasant Michigan. Our town was a very small country town built basically around a crossroad. We had one of the few houses in this immediate area that consisted of a very old corner store with a gas pump, a small restaurant and a few houses in the area. It was a close-net community and very friendly. My best friend Tanya lived just across the street with her mom Sandra.
Sandra ran a small beauty salon out of the front of their house. She always trimmed my hair for me growing up, and she knew how much I loved and cherished my hair. My style was always simple. I liked my hair long, half way down my back.
My colour is a natural dark chestnut-brown. I was comfortable with Bob haircut stories appearance as a cute and simple small town girl and never wanted to change anything. Sandra would trim my hair about every two months. I used to love getting it washed and cut. I loved the attention and the feel of someone else playing with my hair.
She used to give me the best blowouts, curling the ends under slightly. It always felt so amazing afterwards and gave me the best feelings. It was an old red brick house with a small addition on the front for the hair salon. I was fascinated by all of the action. I loved watching Tanya get her haircut especially. Tanya had beautiful blonde hair and it was always cut into a little jaw line bob with short bangs.
The cut was very cute and really suited her. It gave her a very spunky personality.
She preferred the bob haircut on her and it looked great. Tanya and I have grown up now and have gone away to College. We only get to see each other now when we go home for the holidays and I love catching up with her. Every time we would see each other we have changed so much.
Tanya has grown her hair out completely and has matured considerably. Her hair looks amazing long now and it helps to completely change her image as she has grown so much. Sandra still cuts my hair when I come home. It goes a long way between haircuts and it can get quite long between visits.
I look forward to having her cut it, as it is the one thing that makes me feel like my old self again, and it reminds me of growing up.
I was coming home for the summer after my second year of school and I desperately needed a haircut. It was a busy time and I was also going to visit my Grandparents after being home a couple of days for the following weekend. She looked amazing. Her hair was now very long, hanging most of the way down her back and very silky blonde.
Mine was very long now too and was looking way to unkempt. I was so jealous of her Bob haircut stories and I wanted mine cut just like hers, but there was not enough time. I would have to wait until I got back from visiting my Grandparents for the weekend. I finally got back late on Sunday Night. I woke up that Monday around mid-morning.
I was very excited about going across the street to have my haircut. I hung up and got dressed quickly. I ran across the street and knocked on the salon door. Thompson came through the salon and opened the door for me. I sat down in the chair and she spun me around to face the mirror. She flung the cape over me and pulled my long hair out fastening it to my neck. She picked up a black comb and a pair of scissors and came around behind me. She started combing my hair out. This was not the usual routine as she usually washed my hair first before cutting it.
She tilted my head down a little and was combing my hair out in the back. She stopped and I felt a little tug on my hair at my neck. I heard the scissors close Schnip, Schnip, Schnip they started cutting straight across the back along my neck.
I could feel the blades grazing my neck as they were cutting across the back. I shook hard in my seat.
I reached my hand from under the cape and grabbed at the hair in the back to feel what was done. A huge chunk of hair was missing at the back of my neck. I fell completely numb all over.
I sat there trembling. I was shaking like crazy. I said nothing and just sat there. She started combing my hair out again and brought the scissors up to my neck again. I closed my eyes and braced the chair tightly clinching the arms with my hands. I felt the blades at my neck again and they closed. Schnip, Schnip Schnip, I felt them work from my nape across my left side to my chin and stop.
I opened my eyes. My hair was all over my left shoulder and into my lap. The ends in the Bob haircut stories were shorn roughly at my jaw-line. The hair on my right was still long. She held the scissors up to my right jaw and I watched them close. Schnip, Schnip Schnip, they worked their was across my right jaw to the back, releasing my hair floating down my right shoulder and into my lap.
Now my hair was completely shorn all the way around, I was trembling and trying to give all my strength to maintain my composure. She released the cap and flicked it sending all of my hair to the floor. I got up and followed her to the sink.
I sat and she placed a towel on my neck. I tilted back into the sink. I started to relax as she washed it.
I wanted this to go on forever and forget what just happened. She finished and towel dried it and I went back to the chair again.
Bob gets bobbed by deke cutter (recovered)
My hair was everywhere all over the floor. She placed the cap back on me and sectioned my hair off. She started in the back neatly cutting the ends and then the sides. It was cut into a perfect jaw-line bob and straight across the back with a clean nape.