Dad snapped on the #2 guard on his brand new Wahl clippers. It was soon time for Steven Adam to be home from school and dad wanted to be ready for him. He laid them out on the counter, plugged them in, and oiled them. He set a chair out in the middle of the floor.
He snapped the clippers on and off a few times, savoring the sound. Soon they would be mowing a path through his boy's head. Dad could just picture his blond schoolboy under the clippers in just a few minutes.
Dad heard the front door open. It was Steven Adam, dressed in cargo shorts and short white t shirt with sandals. Tall and athletic, he was blond and smooth. He looked 14 even though he was 15 plus. A good look for a boy. But his hair was out of control. He had let it go too long. Now it brushed his forehead with bangs and nearly hit his ears. Not long by some standards but definitely longer than dad permitted.
"Hi dad." Steven Adam walked into the kitchen and stopped. He saw the chair and knew what it meant.
"Oh dad no! Not a haircut!"
Dad would not even discuss the matter. "Upstairs. Now."
Steven Adam knew what that meant. He went up without another word. In his room he put down his books and took off his t shirt and put it on a chair. Then he slipped off his sandals. Then his shorts. Then his underwear. He paused for a moment at the mirror and stared at his naked boy body before opening a drawer and putting on a jockstrap: his standard home clothing. Muscular for his age, no hair showed under his arms at all yet. Only the slightest fuzz could be seen on his calves. His pubic bush was small and tight just above his boy penis.
He went downstairs to face dad and his clippers for what ke knew would be a serious haircut.
"Jock off. Sit down." Dad was in no mood for fun.
"Way too long for a boy your age, Steven Adam." The clippers snapped to life.
Dad pushed the boy's head down, chin on his chest, firmly and held it there with one hand and applied the clippers to the nape of the boy's neck with the other. He pressed firmly.
The clippers moved slowly up the boy's head to the crown. Again and again. Then dad moved to the sides. Up and up they went, number 2 plowing through blond boy hair.
Then dad went to the front. He placed the clippers at eye level and then moved them up to his forehead, and then bit into the hair. He drove it backward along the top of the boy's head back to meet the rear stroke at the crown. No bumper. No nothing. Another stroke backward and another. About 7 total did the trick on top. He stepped back to look at the perfect #2 butch haircut he had given his boy.
"Much better. Now you look like a clean cut boy. You will have this haircut every week for the rest of the school year and through the summer. There is no other haircut that will be allowed for you in this house. Am I clear on that?"
Steven Adam nodded. He understood his status in the house. He was a boy.
Dad sat down on the chair and motioned Steven Adam over and pulled him over his knees. "Since you have such trouble understanding discipline when it comes in through your ears, it's time to try another route."
Dad held Steven Adam around the boy's waist firmly and raised his knees so that Steven's toes barely touched the ground and his upturned butt was well in the clear.
The first blow came quickly and hard and echoed in the kitchen. A good first impression. Steven sucked in his breath and then strained not to wince. It left a hand print. A few more seconds' delay and an identical hand print was seared into the boyflesh of the other cheek. Steven bit his lip.
"Got your attention?" dad asked.
Steven let out enough breath to whisper "Yesss sir" between his teeth.
"Good. Now let's get down to business."
The blows rained down hard and fast and quickly now, covering the bare teenage bottom with hot red marks. Dad was just getting started. Steven began weeping.
"That was the warmup. Now you count."
As dad wound up and administered a slow, hard, methodical pounding, Steven strained to speak each number followed by a "sir" between open crying.
The number of severe hand spanks delivered to the clenched buttocks of the teen rose to 10, then 20, then 30. Dad stopped.
"Are you with me on this? Do you get it yet or do I have to get the paddle I used on you when you were a kid?"
"N-n-n-no sir. I g-g-g-et it sir. P-p-p-p-lease sir, no p-p-p-paddle."
Sobbing and shaking, Steven was allowed to stand.
"Now stand up." Dad continued his stern tone. "And stand up on the chair."
Steven Adam stood up and climbed up on the chair, cheeks on fire. Dad got a second chair and placed it a few inches from the one Steven stood on.
"Spread your feet out." As Steven did this, dad snapped the #2 guard off the clippers revealing a bare blade.
"By not keeping up with your haircut on your own, you have made it clear to me that you are not ready to be trusted as a man. That makes you a boy in this house. And boys don't have hair around their penises, do they?"
"Um. Well it depends on how old the boy is I guess," Steven stammered.
"Actually no it doesn't," dad declared. "A boy is a boy and I am going to make you understand that since you behave like a boy you will look like a boy from head to toe. Now we have a pretty good start on that with your new haircut but now I'm gonna finish the job and you are going to loose this unsightly hair on your crotch. So best to hold still and think about it."
"But dad... what about gym class!? The guys will seriously laugh at me."
"That comes under the heading of you should have thought about that when you made the decision to neglect your grooming." Dad was in no mood for discussion at all.
Dad snapped the clippers on. Fortunately as a blond boy Steven did not have much hair on his balls so a couple of swipes with a razor later would finish the job. Dad wrapped his hand around all of Steven's penis and balls and held them down as he positioned the clippers to the right side of the boy's genitals. He began carefully and mercilessly clipping upward against the grain, plowing a bare strip of skin. Steven was shocked at how quickly he was being reduced to a kid again.
Dad switched hands and grasped the boy's dick and balls with his right hand now and clipped upward on the left side. Another bare strip of skin leaving hair above Steven's penis, which had begun to get a little stiff with all the attention.
After he shook the boy's blond hairs from the clippers, still running, dad applied them to the base of Steven's penis and clipped upward again, removing the last of the boy's hair with two strokes. Being new, the Wahls left almost no stubble. The effect was a serious transformation. Dad surveyed his work as he looked at the clean boycrotch in front of him.
"Down from the chairs. Put your hands behind your head."
Dad scoped out the sparse armpit hair which had just sprouted this summer on the boy. He raised the clippers and mowed down the right one then the left.
The speed of the transformation and the lack of discussion had its effect on Steven. He was nearly breathless.
"I hope this makes an impression on you, Steven. Now sweep up the hair on the floor please."
Steven got the dustpan and brush and got down on his hands and knees and gathered up the evidence of his former puberty, red butt in the air. "Now get upstairs and shower," dad said.
Steven dumped the hair into the wastebasket and went upstairs and ran the shower. As he waited for it to heat up he surveyed the damage in the mirror. As a 15 year old, he had been proud of the new hair he had sprouted and had only just gotten used to it in the last year, being the last in his class to get it. Now he was smooth as a kid again and his butch haircut only underscored the fact that he was under the complete discipline of his father. He turned and looked at his rear. It was red-purple.
He got into the shower.
The hot water rinsed off the stray hairs quickly but when it hit his hot bottom, he cooled the temperature and Steven indulged himself with a few strokes on his hardening dick. He became so distracted by it that he didn't hear his dad enter the bathroom until he herd the clunk of something on the counter.
"That's enough water for a boy to use. Get out here and don't bother drying off yet."
Steven peeled back the shower curtain and his eye went immediately to the counter where dad had laid out a can of shaving cream and was fitting a new blade into the razor handle.
"A job worth doing is worth doing right. Come over here. We're going to make sure you are clean and smooth."
Steven, again too stunned to even speak, moved toward the counter as dad sprayed shaving cream into his hand. He applied it thoroughly to Steven's stubble. "Now stand on the toilet."
He obeyed immediately and dad wasted no time in scraping the boy's crotch area free of stubble. It took about 5 passes with a few small fine tuning strokes. Dad turned his attention to the boy's balls and stripped away the few remaining hairs.
"Much better. I want you shaving your crotch area every three days for the next month on your own. Can I trust you to do that?"
Steven nodded wordlessly.
"Good. Because I really don't have time to baby sit you. Now that you have a proper boy's haircut and the rest of you is clean, it should be easy grooming for you. Count on more of the same next week if we have to revisit this issue."