In 1982 we moved to a new city in the midwest when I was in 8th grade. The art teacher was a lady named Ms. Pouliskas, or something like that. Her name was Greek, but she was very german.
She would tell students who misbehaved that they would get their "hair washed" in front of the class if they didn't follow the rules. At the time, I was just beginning to feel the true depths of my hair washing fetish, and I could not believe she would really do that...I was absolutely terrified that it could happen to me.
One day I heard a kid in another class got in trouble in art...and kids were saying he got his hair washed! (It turned out she would actually just bend kids head over the sink and run cold water over there heads for several seconds - no ACTUAL hair washing). By the way, this kind of physical discipline was still pretty common back in those days.
One day I woke up REALLY horny and decided I wanted it. But NOT in front of a whole class; I'd never be able to stand THAT much humiliation. But she let kids work on art stuff during recess if they wanted while she had lunch in her classroom. I went in that day, and the next, but there were always other kids in there and I didn't want them to see me...whatever was going to happen!
Finally I poked my head in there and it was just her. I thought she was old at the time, but she was probably in her mid-thirties. She had short, dyed red hair with a shaved nape and perfectly straight, razor-cut bangs high on her forehead. Everything about her looked strict and disciplined, including her makeup, which was caked on her face heavily (even for the '80's).I was trembling with fear and excitement, I can still remember it...I started painting something, then knocked over a jar of paint. I put my hand in it, then deliberately reached up and smeared it over my head. Ms. Pouliskas wasn't looking, so I got up and walked over to where she was sitting, and said something like, "Oh my gosh, I just got some paint in my hair...what should I do?" Looking back it had to be SO obvious to her that I had done it on purpose; I was stuttering and my face was completely beet-red. She glanced up and said, 'well go rinse it out in the sink," or something basic like that. I don't know what I was hoping for, but I mumbled "ok" and bent my head over the corner utility sink where the brushes were rinsed out every day. The sink was only a few feet from her desk. I was shaking with excitement and dread as I bent my head over the sink right in front of her, turned the faucet on and let it run over just a little part of my hair in the front, where the paint was. Then, with a deep breath, I leaned in and let the faucet run over my entire head, into my face, soaking my hair down tight to my head. My dick was sticking straight up in my school pants, but i was pressing it tight against the cabinet so no one would see. I looked over and was bitterly disappointed to find that she wasn't even looking at me! She just continued eating her lunch and looking down at the book she was reading, ignoring me completely.
So i stood up and half-turned towards her (keeping my crotch safely pressed into the cabinet) and said something like, "Ms. Poulikas, did I get the paint out of my hair?" She looked up at me and frowned, staring at my soaking wet helmet hair and beet-red face. "No - you didn't, I can still see the red mark - use the handsoap," she said, looking back down at her book. I was again dying of disappointment; and starting to wonder how far I would take this...I remember thinking, never mind, just stop, you're stupid, just dry your hair and get the hell out of there. But she HAD told me to put handsoap on my head - essentially telling me to wash my hair, right? I remember I almost moaned out loud as I pumped the handsoap over my head in front of the teacher, over and over, probably 6-7 full pumps of soap on my head, feeling my dick somehow get even harder. All this time the faucet was still running, and the utility sink was now about 2/3 full of water. I reached up with both hands and lathered my head with the soap, giving into the temptation to completely humiliate myself in front of my art teacher. I smoothed the soap forward into a tight, lathered helmet on my head, knowing how totally ridiculous I must look. I forced myself to look up and saw Ms. Poulikas looking directly at me, and my lathered head. "Well?" she said with a smirk, "are you going to rinse your hair or just walk around school all day with shampoo on your head?" I think I actually whimpered as the full blown shame of washing my hair in front of my art teacher hit me so hard, taking my breath away. i was delirious now, uncaring what happened later, just wanting her to keep talking about me and my hair....so I bent my head back under the faucet for several seconds, letting the soap rinse out my hair a little, at least. Then I opened my eyes, feeling the intense stinging of getting soap in them. As my vision blurry a little, I said something to the teacher like, "Did I get all the paint out of my hair yet?" She let out a cruel laugh and got up from behind her desk, and walked over to me. I was SO worried that I would come in my pants at any moment, so I kept my crotch pressed very hard against the cabinets. "Yes, the paint, no the shampoo." I stood there frozen with embarrassment, my ridiculous lathered head on full display in front of her. "What are you going to do now?" she asked playfully..."do you need a dunking?" I think I probably DID moan out loud at that point, as she reached over, put her hand on the back of my head, and dunked my shampooed head underwater in the utility sink. As she leaned over she pressed her body against mine, pushing my hard dick even harder against the cabinets. As I came up gasping for air, my ridiculous slicked forward helmet hair soaked tight to my head, I heard her laughing at me as tears of shame and humiliation started forming in my eyes, still stinging and red from getting soap in them. "Do you want to go under again, silly boy? You want me to wash your hair for you, is that it?" I let out a sob and nodded as she pressed more of her weight against me and dunked my head underwater repeatedly, humiliating me to the maximum extent possible. Finally on my last head dunking, she pushed my head to the very bottom of the sink and held it there while she pressed her full body weight against me. I tried to come up, but she held me down firmly until i came in my pants with my head dunked underwater. She finally let me up and I emerged gasping and sobbing, so ashamed of coming in my pants with my head dunked underwater by a teacher at school. As i stood there crying, she told me to look over at her as she snapped a picture of my with my hair soaked ultra-tight to my head.
I don't know if she ever shoed the picture to anyone, but I could never look at her again in class without thinking of the hairwashing humiliation I had gone through with her.