Everyone in the story is eighteen or older.
Sofia appeared in the story about Jordan and has a character that appeared in the Gracie stories, however it's not necessary to have read those (although I hope you do).
Thank you to everybody who reads and comments. I really like writing these, but y'all make it worth the effort.
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Sofia Alonzo pushed her blue jean shorts down her legs and soon her pink cotton panties joined them on the floor. She wrapped the white towel that the waxing salon provided around her waist and flipped the switch that indicated she was ready.
The Latina eighteen-year-old was about to get her first full Brazilian wax, but, unfortunately, it wasn't because she wanted to impress her new boyfriend, Tony. Tomorrow, she was going to be on display, spread eagle and naked out on Griffith Square where hundreds of her college classmates would be able to see her.
Sofia had been convicted of shoplifting from a grocery store in her hometown near the end of the summer. However, she was moving away to college, so her punishment had been pushed to the fall and now all of body would be on display in the middle of campus. It had been an accident. She had walked into the store, picked up the milk that her mother had sent her for, said hello to the clerk, and walked out without paying. She didn't even realize she hadn't paid until police knocked on the door a few minutes after she got home. The town was so small the clerk had known her name and exactly where to send the cops.
Sofia had tried to pay them, she had the money, after all and it was just an oversight. She pleaded that she had just been on autopilot and forgot. However, the store had a zero-tolerance policy and they pushed the police and lawyers to prosecute. A couple years ago, there would have been a small fine, maybe community service, but, now, the Judicial Punishment codes allowed for embarrassing public punishments.
The codes were the subject to lots of public debate, but, as Sofia had learned recently, were generally popular. They were considered cheaper and even more humane for the convicted than prison, especially for non-violent crimes. She had even attended one semi-public punishment where another girl in the freshman class, Jordan, had stripped down and taken orders about what to show her audience. In hindsight, Sofia felt guilty for attending and felt bad for using Jordan to satisfy her curiosity about the Judicial Punishments.
What Sofia had to do seemed much worse, though. Only four people had witnessed Jordan's punishment, while many more people would see her. Regardless of the fairness of the punishment, here she was, about to be waxed completely bare between her legs.
She wished she didn't have to be here, but the rules stated that she had to be below her neck. The powers that be supposed it was more embarrassing to not be able to hide her pussy under her thick bush.
She'd thought about shaving herself, but she'd always used wax, just like her mom and older sister. Thick black hair ran in her family and waxing had always been the way she had removed her body hair because it lasted longer, and she didn't want to shave every day. Usually she waxed at home, but it scared her to put the hot wax on her vagina, so she figured she'd pay an expert. She told herself that it was good practice to show herself to a stranger, anyway.
This wouldn't be the first time she'd practiced. She'd gotten the idea from a club on campus, which called itself University Students Surviving Judicial Punishments, or USSJP for short. Sofia had attended a couple of the meetings and it was mostly a support group. However, some of the girls had suggested showing more skin to get used to being seen. A couple of the girls went further than others suggesting streaking the quad or the library. She couldn't make herself do that, but she had gone to class without a bra twice in the last week and she thought she'd seen a couple guys check her out. All in all, she wasn't sure that it had helped at all. She wasn't self conscious about anybody looking at still covered chest in a way even close to how embarrassed she knew she would be tomorrow.
Not all the practice had been limited to showing a little more skin, though. A new trend had developed for judicial punishments of lesser crimes. The punishment technicians were taking a more hands-off approach and were making the criminals do a lot more of the work. While for more serious infractions people still had to attend the punishment center for processing and guards did the hard work of carrying out the sentence, it was becoming more common for the prisoners to execute the penalty.
Jordan's punishment, which Sofia had watched and participated in, was like that. There was no representative from the punishment center. Jordan had done it all herself, recorded it, and then sent the recording as proof.
Sofia's punishment was similar. She was going to have to tie herself spread eagle on the ground and luckily, she thought, she didn't have to film herself, there would be a punishment center employee observing her. The information accompanying her sentence had told her what to buy: four stakes, a hammer, four lengths of rope, and, optionally, a blanket. They had also given her directions on how to tie herself and then escape when her time was over. However, the self-tie necessitated practice. There was some skill involved and in private moments, when her roommate was gone, she practiced securing herself in the rope on her bed.
Sofia didn't know how long she'd been lost in thought, but suddenly the door to her private room opened and her "Beauty and Wellness Specialist" entered the room. The specialist was maybe late twenties. She had dark hair and was dressed in khaki shorts and a black polo shirt that had the logo of the salon on its breast.
"Hello," the woman said, "I'm Natalie."
"Sofia," the younger girl said, rising to shake her hand loosely.
"Nice to meet you, what are we doing today?" Natalie asked as she checked a clipboard that she carried with her.
"Um, a full Brazilian," Sofia answered, as the specialist nodded along, confirming what was written on her notes.
"Exciting. Have you ever been waxed before?"
"I wax myself, usually, but this is the first time I've ever done my," she hesitated, "my bikini area, so I thought I'd come to a salon."
"That makes sense. Since you've waxed before I'm sure you know there is some pain, but we do our best to minimize it. Let me give you this," Natalie handed Sofia a sheet from her clipboard, "It's aftercare instructions. Dos and don'ts and that sort of thing."
Sofia took the sheet, but figured she knew the drill, and wasn't worried about reading it, "Thanks."
"Do you have any questions?"
"No, I think I'm ready to go." Sofia wasn't nervous or anything about this.
"I've done it before, nothing to worry about,"
she told herself. Although she wasn't looking forward to losing her bush for this reason, she thought she might have done this anyway some time in the future.
"Ok, you can lay back on the table and you can uncover yourself whenever you're ready."
Sofia got up from the comfy chair and climbed onto the padded white table in the center of the room. Natalie turned her back and approached the sink and cupboard combo that was against one wall and started to wash her hands. When she was done, she donned plastic gloves and got to work heating the wax and preparing the rest of her tools and supplies.
After a couple minutes, the specialist was ready and turned toward the young woman laying on the table. Sofia still had the towel draped over her lower body, but she knew that it was time. She unwrapped the fabric and revealed the long curly black hair covered her lips and mound.
"Ok," Natalie said, "I'm going to start with the clippers to make sure the hair is all about the same length."
Sofia wondered if she should have groomed herself before she came, but she tried to push that out of her mind. This was part of Natalie's job. The older woman approached with cordless trimmers with a guard over their business end.
Natalie thumbed the tool to life and the sound of their vibrating filled the room. "Spread your legs just a little bit wider for me, please," she requested.
Sofia obliged and soon felt the clippers being combed through her mane, tickling her. Large tufts of hair fell off from her mound where it was most unruly and Natalie ran it, confidently but sensitively down her lips. When it was done, Natalie dusted some of the stray follicles from Sofia's thighs and down onto the towel and then returned the clippers to the countertop next to the sink.
