Humiliation is the only word to describe it from start to finish. It begins with asking to be shaved. It moves on to kneeling with my head down, legs spread open, ass in the air. This posturing is almost more humiliating than the actual act that by the time I can feel the warm razor passing through my ass crack and over my lips I am almost relieved. The end was capped off by a photograph. Not a spanking, not fucking. Just a photograph of my freshly shorn cunt in the bright light of the morning, which might be the most humiliating part of all.