I am a good girl

"I am a good girl. I'm sorry for being so bad," you lie.

"Let's make sure you are a good girl. I think a little punishment is in order." He stands back and appraises your situation. "You don't have much in the way of clothing on, so I can't take that from you. Do you have any electric hair clippers?"

"Yes," you answer slowly.

"Good!" he smiles at you through the mask. "I'm going to shave your head as a punishment."

"Please no! Don't do that!" you plead with him. "Cut my underwear off. They're really expensive!" You never thought for a moment until now you would be pleading with a criminal to cut off your underwear. But here you are, begging and pleading to save your hair."

He tugs at the waistband of your panties and takes a look down inside. "I see you don't shave down there. Why is that?"

"It makes me feel too much like a little girl. I'd rather have my mound down there."

"Okay, here's the deal. Option one, I cut off your underwear and shave your pussy. Option two, I shave your head bald. Which punishment do you prefer?"