Little Susie/Page7

Little Susie: A Hairy Day
by Little Laurie

While I think Susie looks too cute for words in dresses, I only make her wear them on Sundays. Otherwise, she has overalls, little jeans, things like that. I told her it was a compromise; she would think more about how it feels to be a woman, and I wouldn't make her look so much like one. I also usually put her hair in a ponytail, out of her face. Though I usually do make pigtails on Sundays.

She also dresses herself, except for difficult buttons, hair and such. If I can't trust her to do that, then for heavens sake, what can I trust her to do? It seemed reasonable to me. Susie has the freedom of picking out her clothes (at least except for Sundays) and will correspondingly be less resentful about being a girl.

Susie, as usual, saw things differently.

She's in the corner right now, standing up. I'm trying to organize my thoughts before punishing her, figure out just what I'll be punishing her for. Susie just hacked off all of her beautiful hair. I found her in the kitchen with a pair of scissors, with a golden puddle of hair around her.

"Okay, Susie, come here."

"Nope."

"Susie, spare me the meaningless defiance. We need to talk."

Susie, who probably thought she was about to be spanked, actually complies. "While I could have the doctor use a follicle stimulator to regrow your hair, I don't think I will. We'll get it trimmed up tomorrow. Susie, did it occur to you to ask me to let you get your hair cut?"

From the look on her face, it did not.

"That's one of the two REAL issues here. I am in charge, not you, young lady. And the second is," and I almost lose it big time, "where did you get the scissors, Susie?"

I'm mad at her and madder at myself. Susie is a violent offender. She could have used those scissors on my throat. When did I forget to lock them up?

Susie folds her arms. She obviously has no intent of telling.

I just wait. I probably wouldn't be able to spank it out of her. This kid has a will of iron. Even while she's screaming her head off, she's still in control by not begging for mercy. She's yet to really submit to a punishment. So I wait. And let her get nervous in the silence. And stare at her. And let that make her more nervous.

I got up before she did. The witch is usually an early riser and I love to sleep in, so she'd never expect me to do that. And I knew where she keeps the scissors. So I got the computer to let me in.

"You left them out, Mommy." Well, it's worth a shot. Especially since slicing into the computer could get me a...no, I don't even want to think the words. Damn. I probably did. "Computer!" Now why did that make Susie jump? "Every night at 12:00, you are to do a check of the premises, and make sure all knives and other sharp objects are where they should be. If they are not, you need to inform me."

"Understood," the computer intoned.

"Right, Susie. It's not your fault the scissors were out, but you still used them without permission. You knew I wouldn't like it, didn't you?"

Sigh. "Yes, Mommy." I do believe this is the first time she's called me Mommy without a threat first. Maybe we're making progress.

"Come and get over my knee." She actually complies. As I begin to spank her, I wonder why she looks so relieved.