"I gave Sherrie and Beth permission to wear bandanas on their heads this morning but told them skipping work is NOT an option. Sudden baldness is no excuse." Sonya told me the next morning. She was smiling as she said it. She was obviously happy or at least content with recent events. "Last night I gave orders for Joanne and Robin to shop today for five head scarves like cancer patients wear. That was just in case you let them cover their heads in public. You can always confiscate their head cover any time. Okay?" I agreed and smiled in approval at my head girl. She was the driving force behind my household running smoothly. She not only scheduled events but ensured rules were followed. She maintained a level of discipline apart from my own.
Until Sonya mentioned it, I had no inkling something so simple as a scarf might be used for discipline. Taking away her head cover for bad behavior would be as effective as spanking one of my girls. I loved the idea. I really did not like inflicting pain. I simply wanted my household to run peacefully and productively.
Nudity as a punishment only worked for a short time. From what I had read and observed, slave girls get over having their bodies displayed quickly. I'm sure many feel a twinge of embarrassment when they think about it but do not let it bother them for long. Some even relish the attention. I guess it depended on the circumstance. I tried to read about slave psychology but I had enough trouble understanding normal people. I knew I could rely on Lenore and Sonya for insights.
When Sherrie came for breakfast the first thing she did was lean over, give me a hug and quietly tell me she appreciated my sparing her the inhibitor solution applied to her scalp. I told her I was simply rewarding her explanation and analysis of how the the others would vote. I also did not like the way the other four conspirators ganged up on her. She shrugged resignedly. "Small victory. I'm still bald." Indeed, her head almost shined. I wondered if she had rubbed lotion into her pale smooth scalp. The white pate would have plenty of time to get a little color even if Lenore let her start growing her hair back soon.
"Well, you did fully admit that you intended to go along with the others and shave Lenore's head. That was a pretty cruel thing to do. I suspect you anticipated some kind of penalty other than just those rings." I observed. "Plus you had planned to do all those other things to Lenore as well to break her down. You deserve to be punished. Don't look to me for sympathy."
"I know." Sherrie admitted. "I was a total bitch. And if I was in charge I might have punished the guilty parties the same way or worse. I never would have thought of donating our hair for wigs for cancer patients, though." I knew about the program because my wife Christine had received one of those wigs. She wore it a few times for special occasions but normally wore a scarf or sometimes just a hat proudly showing her hair loss. Her motto was anything that raised cancer awareness was good. Except getting cancer, of course.
"Those other girls hate me." Sherrie said and then smiled. "Big fucking deal. They can blame me all they want. They are the ones that came up with some of those suggestions or tweaked my ideas to make them harsher. I wanted to control Lenore but they wanted to take her down. I told them to get off my ass. I want to warn you, Bas. I'm not gonna put up with their bullshit if they try anything to pay me back."
I knew that. I could not tell her, but I'd watched the video of Joanne, Robin and Beth cornering Sherrie the night Lenore dropped my beard trimmer on the dining room table. They accused Sherrie of 'being a cunt' and ratting them out. Sherrie gave it right back saying they were at fault also and she should never have tried to take Lenore down the way they wanted. She should have done it her way instead of listening to some dumbass cunts with an agenda. They almost came to blows. Even three against one, I think Sherrie would have come out on top. But the aftermath would not have been pretty.
I watched her bare butt give a little extra twitch as she stepped across the room to pour her coffee. She knew I was looking. I started to ask why she was not wearing a bit of clothing since she was due to leave soon for work. Sonya told me she was not excusing them from going to work. Then I remembered her orders were to remain nude until just before walking out the door. I'd bet I'd find her clothing and head cover in the living room.
Angie, Rene, and Carol cooked breakfast for anybody who wanted to eat. "Are you ready for inspection, Angie?" Lenore asked when she arrived in the kitchen as she gave me a kiss in greeting.
"Uhh, I guess so." Angie answered, turning red, glancing around to see who else had heard. "Guess so?" Lenore asked. "Well, yes Ma'am. Rene and Carol waxed me all over. They suggested we use that hair remover stuff you put on those girls' heads but we didn't know where it was and Rene said we better not disturb you that late at night to ask. I am just surprised you asked me so early this morning. Do you want to inspect me now?
