The following fantasy story features a forced female haircut and a spanking. 
It is intended as a fantasy for adults, and does not advocate such
activities
in real life.  If you offended by such material, do not read any further.
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                   "NURSE BROOKS' BARBER SHOP"
     Cindy Manning walked nervously through the Administration Office of 
East High School, skittishly fingering the sealed note that her English 
teacher, Miss Roberts, had ordered the flighty young eighteen year old to 
deliver to the school nurse only moments before.  Miss Roberts had been 
delivering a lecture on Shakespeare's "Macbeth," only to see Cindy in 
her usual posture of staring out the window and absentmindedly 
brushing her waist-length chestnut hair.
   "Cindy!" barked the young teacher, snapping the girl's attention back 
to the classroom.  "How many hairbrushes do I have to confiscate before 
you'll concentrate on your studies and not your curls?"
   The teacher glared her steel blue eyes at the girl coldly, waiting 
for an answer.  But Cindy just stared back in mock innocence, not even 
trying to suppress a smirk.  The silence was finally broken by Miss Roberts 
slamming her ruler down on the desk, reaching for a piece of paper, and 
scribbling out a note.
   "Take this to Nurse Brooks," snarled the teacher while sliding the 
mysterious dispatch into a school envelope.  "March!"
   Cindy smiled defiantly as she uncurled slowly from her desk, enjoying 
the consciousness of every boy in the class gazing at her tanned legs 
descending from her summer shorts.  The girl flashed Miss Roberts a final, 
mocking smile before skipping sarcastically out of the classroom.
   By the time the girl made it to the cold white door bearing the sign 
"Nurse's Office," she was dying of curiosity to know what the missive said.  
She nearly opened it once, on her last stop to the girl's room mirror, 
but the young beauty wasn't quite the bravado she pretended, and decided 
instead to hand the sealed envelope to Miss Brooks.
   Cindy had only encountered the new school nurse once, when in a 
rare display of scholastic ambition she came to school with a bad cold 
in order to attend cheerleading tryouts.  The young blonde R.N. had 
treated Cindy like gold while examining her to see if she could go home.  
Whatever this was about, Cindy decided, it was going to be a breeze.
   "Hello, Cynthia," smiled Miss Brooks warmly as Cindy made her way 
into the office.  "What can I do for you today?  Not another cold, I hope."
   "Uh, no," stuttered the girl, suddenly inexplicably nervous.  "Miss 
Roberts told me to deliver this note to you."
   Miss Brooks rose, smoothed her short, starched white skirt, and 
took the envelope from Cindy's trembling hand.  The girl unsuccessfully 
tried to feign nonchalance as the nurse tore open the note and read aloud:
                   "This girl cannot concentrate in
                    school because she is too busy
                    brushing her hair.  Please cut
                    her hair off, and send her back
                    to class immediately.
                                Thanks, Miss Roberts"   
   Cindy stood paralyzed as the message sank in.  Cut her hair off?  Cut 
her HAIR off?!!!  She couldn't speak as she looked to Miss Brooks to bring 
her back to sanity.  But the girl was stunned to see the statuesque nurse 
reaching indifferently into a cabinet and taking out some hair clippers 
and a pair of scissors.
   "It sounds like you've been a very bad girl, Cynthia," said Miss Brooks 
as she took a white towel and draped it over the back of the chair.  "Let's 
get this over with, so you can get back to class."
   Cindy's eyes widened as she realized that Miss Brooks intended to carry 
out the word of the note.  The bitch was actually going to CHOP ALL OF 
CINDY'S HAIR OFF!!!  The girl swallowed the huge lump in her throat, and 
snarled at the nurse.
   "You're not going to fucking touch my hair!"
   The nurse's benign facade instantly broke into astonishment.  No student 
had ever spoken to her that way before, and she couldn't believe that 
the pretty little girl standing before her was doing it right now.
   "Don't you EVER talk that way to a grown-up, you dirty mouthed little
girl," 
roared the nurse.  "Get in that chair, now!"
   "I don't give a fuck WHAT you think," countered the girl, her eyes wide 
with rage.  "You're NOT cutting my hair!"
   "We'll just see about that," growled Miss Brooks, her patience finally
gone.  
"Come with me."
   The nurse grabbed Cindy's arm and pulled the girl over to the chair.  
The girl prepared to fight like a wildcat, but was surprised to see Miss 
Brooks sit in the chair that Cindy had expected to be ordered into.
   "I guess I was wrong about you, Cindy," said Miss Brooks through tightly 
pursed lips.  "I thought that you were a sweet, polite girl when I saw you 
last month.  Obviously, you're a problem girl in need of correction.  
Now, I tried to be reasonable with you.  I was only going to cut a few 
inches off to make your teacher happy, but now...now I see that you're going 
to need a bigger lesson than that.  So, before I get to work chopping off 
that mess of hair, I'm going to work on your attitude.  I'm going to give
you 
a good, sound spanking!"
   Cindy stood frozen as Nurse Brooks unzipped the girl's shorts and slid 
them down her smooth, brown legs.  But just as the nurse's hands were
reaching 
for Cindy's brief cotton panties, the girl tried to bolt.  Nurse Brooks 
was too fast for her though, and sunk her nails into the girl's hip in 
a hard clench.
   "This is all up to you, Cynthia," breathed the nurse, still trying 
to get through to the girl.  "This can be a long spanking or a short one.  
You decide."
   Cindy whimpered as Nurse Brooks glided the girl's white panties down 
to her ankles, revealing a little bush of pubic hair that Cindy had trimmed 
down that morning.  The girl blushed scarlet as Nurse Brooks regarded the 
flushed teenager, pleased that the girl was learning a badly needed lesson 
in manners.
   "Lay across my lap for your spanking, Cynthia," ordered Nurse Brooks 
coldly.  "Now."
   Miserably, almost mechanically Cindy precariously balanced herself across 
Nurse Brooks' honey-colored thighs.  The girl gritted her teeth in
anticipation
of the first swat, which she hoped would be light.
   But the first spank sounded like a rifle shot.  Cindy's legs kicked 
up and almost struck Miss Brooks' head, but the young nurse was only warming 
up.  She began in earnest.
   SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "This hurts, doesn't it, Cynthia?"  SPANK! SPANK! 
"Now maybe you'll..." SPANK! "...learn about god behavior." SPANK!  SPANK!  
"Perhaps to drive the lesson home..." SPANK! SPANK! "...you'll stay here 
and write 	 promise to be a good...'" SPANK "...girl'..." SPANK!
"...one 
hundred times."  SPANK! "That is, AFTER your haircut!"
   With that, the nurse's arm became a gattling gun of spanking, the hard 
barrage of which made Cindy cry hysterically.  But she held on the chair 
legs and took her punishment, until her fanny glowed crimson red.  The 
nurse sensed a transformation in Cindy, and finally stopped and allowed 
the child to rise.
   Slowly, Cindy peeled herself off of Nurse Brooks' 
lap and clamped her palms to her burning bottom, trying unsuccessfully to 
control her sobbing.
   "You go stand in the corner, young lady," ordered Miss Brooks as 
she beckoned Cindy to an empty corner by the door, "and you think good and 
hard about what just happened.  I', going to get ready to cut some hair!"
   Miserably, Cindy hobbled to the corner, seemingly unaware of her shorts
and
panties still at her ankles.  Nurse Brooks saw the girl position herself at
attention,
and then pondered her nest move.  Originally, she planned to cut Cindy's
hair at 
the shoulders, but the child's obnoxious behavior warranted much more
drastic 
punishment. 
   The nurse gazed at Cindy's long brown mane that stopped just above the
girl's 
glowing red behind.  Miss Brooks' realized that this would be the first time
she 
had ever cut a girl's hair in school.  At her old post she had clipped
plenty of 
heads, but they were all boys who had been sent to her for defying the
school dress 
code.  She knew how to deal with those rebellious punk, but Cindy?  The
nurse 
shrugged her shoulders, decided that a defiant student was a defiant
student, 
and reached back into her cupboard.
    The minutes dragged on as Cindy stood rigidly in the dark corner.  The
silence 
was finally broken by the sudden surge of hair clippers Nurse Brooks had
abruptly 
switched on.  The sound of the cold buzz sent a shiver down the girl's back.  
She tried to relax, but then Nurse Brooks jerked the girl by the arm and
dragged her
to the sanitary sink by the examination table.  The nurse shoved the girl's
head 
under the water to dampen the mountain of curls that cascaded down her
shoulders, 
and then just as abruptly pulled her away.
   "Welcome to Nurse Brooks' Barber Shop," smirked Nurse Brooks
sarcastically as 
Cindy tried to choke back her tears.  "One chair, no waiting.  Sit down,
young lady.  
Now!"
   Disconsolate, Cindy lowered herself in the cold metal chair, her sore
bottom 
briefly flinching when coming in contact with the hard steel.  Seeing Miss
Brooks'
stern expression, however, she lowered herself back as the nurse draped a
towel 
across the girl's shoulders.
   "You see what happens to disobedient girls, Cynthia," said the nurse.  "I
was
 all set to sit you down and cut a couple of inches of hair off.  It's going
to be
 a lot shorter than that now!"
   Cindy closed her eyes as the nurse grabbed a thick handful of Cindy's
hair at 
ear level and hacked it off with one chop of the scissors.  The girl looked
down 
in horror at the two foot long hunk of curls that rested in her lap, but the 
nurse jerked Cindy's head straight and went to work with the shears.
   SNIP! SNIP!  Huge piles of hair began piling on Cindy's bare thighs. 
SNIP! 
SNIP! Tears began rolling down the girl's cheeks as she felt the cool breeze
on 
the back of her neck.  SNIP! SNIP! SNIP!
   "Crying isn't going to stop this haircut, Cynthia," said Miss Brooks as
she 
continued chopping.  "Just think, if you had been a good girl, I would have
nipped 
a little off and you would have been out of here long ago.  Now, you're
going 
to find out what it's like to join the Marines."
   Nurse Brooks suddenly snapped back on the hair clippers, sending Cindy
into a 
startled paralysis.  The girl felt like she was in a nightmare as the claw
of 
the razors reduced her once-flowing mane to stubble.
   "Okay, we're finished, Cynthia," said Miss Brooks as she made a final
pass with 
the clippers.  "I know today has been tough on you, but you asked for it. 
Now put 
your shorts and panties back on and scoot back to class.
   Cindy rose from the 
chair in a daze and trudged to the sink.  She looked in the mirror, and
burst into 
tears.  Miss Brooks had given her a crew cut.
   "Stop that crying, young lady," hissed Miss Brooks, "or I'll give you
something 
to cry ABOUT!  You get back to class, or you'll be coming in here for a
haircut o
nce a week!"
   Sadly, Cindy pulled her garments back on and washed her face.  She looked
at 
the clock, and realized that Miss Roberts' period still had fifteen minutes
left.  
She quietly walked out the door, and began walking back to class.