I really had to mind my manners during dinner. It was different to actually have to clean my plate. Anything Gram put on my plate I had to taste but could leave if I didn’t like it. Anything I put on my plate I had to finish. I surprised myself by taking a little more than I should have and then being forced to stay there until I’d finished it.
At eight O’clock I found it was bath time. I tried my best to behave as Gram bathed me. It was amazing how much she enjoyed having a child to care for. When my bath was almost over Aunt Kathy walked in with a pair of scissors and a razor. I realized then the comment about no hair below my head had not been an idle threat. I tried to beg off stating that not only was it to embarrassing but with those plastic diapers on no one would notice if I was shaved or not.
As I was pulled from the bathtub by my ear I was informed that no one had better find out if I was shaved or not because little ladies did not go around showing off. I was draped over Gram’s knee for the second time that day. My bottom was still a little sore from the last one and my wet behind only made it sting more. The first slap across my bottom surely got my attention and Gram then gave me a good fifty licks. I was kicking my legs and crying real tears before the first ten smacks had been delivered. Gram was alternating cheeks and she knew the secret to a good spanking. Use your wrist not your arm. I’m still not sure how I made it through fifty. During my spanking I was reminded that I didn’t get a choice anymore, and this would serve as a constant reminder to me that I’d lost all the privileges associated with adulthood. And last but certainly not least I was being shaved because Gram said so. With one last smack that really stung I was told to get back into the tub.
A lifetime of embarrassment later my little mound was shaved ‘Schoolgirl clean’ it remains so to this day. Gram and Aunt Kathy were almost fanatical about my remaining shaved. They felt that a complete lack of body hair would effect me psychologically and the were right. I could feel my self giving up control and becoming their little girl. This began a routine where every Sat night I would report naked to Aunt Kathy and let her inspect me. The merest hint of stubble and I found the whole depilation process was started over. I did have a little fun, that first time they shaved so much hair off me that I clogged up the drain and they had to call a plumber.
