An embarrassing shave.

"Clearly you have not learned the meaning of 'humility' or 'gratitude'" my mother finished.

"Rather than taking your punishment like an adult and resolving to change your ways, you take your anger out on the people who gave you everything like an angsty 7th Grader. Well, maybe it's time you look like one!" mom yells as she storms out of the room.

I glance at my father who is holding my hands behind my back, wearing a mixed set of emotions on his face: surprise at his wife's outburst, confusion about what she intends, and I think even growing arousal at seeing a naked woman in front of him.

"Dad! Stop starring at my tits." I yell as I yank my hands free from him. I know that I can't run out of the house (even if I could beat them at a foot race, where could I go without any clothes?). So I steel myself to sit on the bed with one hand covering my breasts and the other shielding my bush from his eyes.

"Sorry" he mumbles, still shocked by the whole series of events.

I do my best to cover myself which to be honest isn't to hard while sitting down. My right arm is draped over my right tit while I hold the left one in my hand. At 34B, it doesn't take too much to hide most of the flesh but I'm mostly happy that my smaller nickel-sized nipples can be hidden from him. I haven't usually been shy having my girlfriends see my breast when changing. I do at times have twinges of jealousy as I see them bare their C, D, or even DD breasts. But I guess that's the price of staying fit through high school and the last couple years of college.

Anyways, none of their tits are as perky and round as mine. And a couple of them have even complimented how tasty my nipples look on the small pinkish-brown areola and protruding out about 1/2 a centimeter (when cold!). All of this, I'd kept hidden from my parents until a couple of minutes ago. Sure, they saw me naked when I was like 8, but neither of them have seen my boobs since they started growing. I guess some mysteries are meant to be solved...

My left hand is safely tucked in between my crossed-legs to hide my pussy. I'm not sure why but, I've always been more self-conscious of my vag than the rest of my body. I know my dad has seen it before but this is different, I'm 20 now! It's not like there's anything wrong with it, it's just something I don't want people to see. The couple of gyno appointments I've had were mortifying but I got through them. But even the guys I slept with in college, I'd never let them take off my panties unless the lights were off. And other than allowing a little pawing, I never had a guy eat me out or even finger me. His cock went in, came, and went out. It felt good but, frankly, I preferred the teasing and foreplay. I guess that's why I've been the only one to give myself an orgasm.

That's why my bush now was pretty curly and overgrown. I'd kept in trimmed at school so I could wear bikinis but, since being home, I hadn't felt the need to keep up the gardening. Why go through the effort when no one except me is seeing it?

Just then, my mom walks into the room with an armful of equipment, breaking the silent earth-shattering awkwardness between my dad and his butt-ass-naked daughter.

My mom picks up with the same anger from before: "You don't realize that all the clothing you own is because of the work your father and I do. This house from the debt we've taken on. Neither, do you appreciate the body you have and natural covering as you sit there covering yourself like a terrified freshman in high school. You need to grow up!"

As she says this, I'm able to see what she'd spent her time gathering as she laid it out next to me on the bed: a bath towel, hair clippers, scissors, shaving cream, and a razor.

"Why are you going to shave my head? I'll look like a cancer patient" I screamed through my tears.

"That's not what I'm going to do, even though it might help bring some humility! No, I figured that since you've been so ungrateful for everything you've received since Junior High, you don't deserve any of it. I've taken away your clothes. You can kiss your car, phone, and credit cards away too. And, even though you don't deserve those breasts, I can't take them away. But I can take away your bush."

"What?!?! That's sick a wrong! Why would you do this?" At that point, as I rushed for the door, my dad jumps out of his stupor to grab me and forces by back onto the towel my mom laid out on the bed.

"Good job honey. Now, let's get to work" my mother encourages me dad. As I lay there crying and kicking my mom pulls out some light rope we've had in the house for years, saying "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but I think we need to restrain Tammy's arms for all of our safety." With that, my dad grabs the rope and makes quick work of tying my arms to either bedpost.

With that done, my perky tits were left completely open to my parents' eyes. I'd kept my legs crossed, wiggling around, trying to escape but that ended when my mom told my dad to "Pull her legs apart".

So there I was, lying on the bed, arms spread out, tits pointing to heaven, and my dad sitting beside me spreading my knees about 2 feet apart with my legs hanging off the end of the bed.

"Honey, look at that. Not only can't she stay in school, or get a job, but she can't even keep up hygiene. At least the brown curls match her hair".

Then, speaking to me "I guess you forgot to get those blonde highlights for ALL of your hair".

To say I was embarrassed would be an understatement. Being spread out naked in front of your parents as they talk about you, that's being mortified. It's not that I don't mind keeping it "neat" down there. I've just let it go for a little while. The bad part is having them do it while staring at me.

"Please stop" I ask in desperation as I close my eyes to shut out the inevitable.

I hear the trimmer starting to buzz as my mom starts taking swipes at my bush. Over the next few minutes, my clit starts responding progressively more to the buzzing. I guess it's natural but, why now?

At that point the clippers turn off and after a few seconds I hear the squirting of the shaving gel and get the blast of cold as my mom spreads it over my once full-bush. The shaving took a while. After what was probably 10 minutes I dared to open my eyes to see myself almost completely smooth as my mother did the finishing touches.

Looking at my dad, I was surprised I didn't see any drool as he stood transfixed looking at my box, holding my legs, with an obvious erection in his pants.

After a couple more minutes, I breathed a sigh of relief as my mom wiped the remaining cream from my pelvis. But my hope was short lived when she asked my father to:

"Pull her legs back so I can get the rest".

This was the first time in my life that I regretted all of my yoga as my father easily pulled back my knees to be on either sides of my breasts, leaving me as exposed as a baby getting a diaper change.

While the hair usually conceals it completely, I've also been blessed with rather full lips which typically hide my feminine charms. Not anymore. With my legs spread in the air, even from my position I could see the light pink of my inner folds, vaginal opening, and an overly stimulated and engorged clit. All of it becoming more exposed as my mom removed the hair around the sides of my lips.

As she shaved on either side of my lips, she kept moving my inner-fold around to get better access. I wasn't watching anymore but my clit was sure noticing. So was my father...

"Tammy seems to be enjoying this. I'm not sure this much of a punishment anymore." They both laughed as I wished I could be swallowed up into a hole.

The final indignity came as my mother shaved the few short hairs around my anus. No boyfriend or doctor, for that mater, had ever approached that area on me. But here my parents were with their faces inches away from my puckered hole seeing EVERYTHING.

"All done" my mom exclaims as much to herself as my father or I.

After he let my legs go and untied my hands I rushed to the bathroom for a moment of privacy. "Come back in three minutes" my mother shouted as I ran out the door.

Looking at myself in the mirror I saw my newly sheered pussy. While I have to admit that my mother did a good job, I felt alternating feelings of being a pornstar then a 10 year old girl. It looked pretty but I was still shuddering from the shameful process.

As I washed my tear-streaked face, my mother called me back to my room. Steeling myself for facing them again, I walked back to my room to find them sitting on the bed.

Despite them having seen every detail of my anatomy, my hands still went back to conceal my body from them.

At this point, my mom laid out what the rest of punishment would be.