The Art in Punishment { Fish & VenomousLips }

[VenomousLips]

Cassidy

Cassidy, or rather Cassy, had graduated high school a straight A student with all her advanced credits, yet she still chose the path of art. Despite her parent's disapointment, they still supported her financially in paying for her fifty thousand dollar private school. Although it was only college, being private and highclass it was manditory to wear uniforms. Most students refused to wear them, but Cassy didn't.

Cassy's course was art in general. Teaching her and other students of the program every form of art. From drawing to sculpturing, it was all fit into the program. Although it seemed like any ordinary art course, the course was different. It was taught by one of the most well-know art teachers in the country. Not only that, but the program deeply detailed art. Only the best of students could get in.

The semester had just begun, and already and I was getting tired of the course. That was my problem, I had already learnt everything there was to know about art. I had studied it all my life, yet I was still redoing everything I had already learnt. I was disapointed, that was, until we got news from Mr. Puntucho, the art teacher, that we were going to be painting a live-model. Finally, something interesting that I've never done. I was greatly relieved, until the 'model' that we had to paint ended up being one of the well-known students of the school. My eyes widdened, and the only thing that I could blurt out to myself was; "Oh.. my... god..." Of course, I was whispering, no one could hear me. To make it even worse, I do recall him saying something of the model being naked. How could he volunteeer for this? No. He didn't. That's defenitely not like him to strip naked in front of college art students. Unless he had an over-sized ego. Which he porbably did. But yet, sundenlly I wished I had stayed home.​

 

[Fish]

(Wow, very, very nice. I hope I can keep up with your expertise in posting. ^^)

Matthew walked to class just like every other day. He was a fairly carefree young man with a decent build and lean body, which was tall. In high school he's hit his growth spurt and passed most of his friends, without being the tallest kid around and being poked fun at. He was never the type for uniforms, so he generally just wore a t-shirt with the assigned jacket over it as he went from class to class. Teachers made him promise to wear it, but he never really did. Matthew had gotten into this prestigious college on a scholarship, actually. While he disliked most of what he created, other people ate it up. He arrived at his drawing class and sat down with his notebook, continuing his doodles from home.

You see, a few months prior he had been looking at some rather pornographic material on the internet in his dorm, and realized that he absolutely loved the human body. He loved to draw, to recreate it in art. He opened his notebook and page after page was simply filled with drawings of nude models (yet not the artsy kind) he had found online. He was finishing one of them as the silent teacher made her way around the classroom, just as she did on certain days to check on the students progress. Matthew caught her in the corner of his ice-blue eyes, but it was too late. She had already seen the material.

"MR. LUPER!" Mrs. Puntucho shouted. "What is that?!" Matt blushed, hiding his face, as the entire class looked over.
"Drawings of the human figure." He replied, trying to remain unmarred.
"And what are they doing?!" She shouted once more.
"Lots of things.." He coughed, looking down at the notebook. "Some of them are fu-"
"Aaaaah! No. Don't say it. See me in my office."

She had figured that since he loved looking at naked people online so much, that were selling their body, he would have to be a nude model for her husband's class, which was mostly comprised of women. Fast forward a few months, and here we are: The judgment day.

Matthew awoke and sighed, closing his eyes, wishing he could just go back to sleep, as his alarm turned on, blaring loud talk radio into his ears. He ran his fingers through his hair and decided to make his way to class. As he walked through the large, beautiful campus, his mind ran through what kind of people were in that class. Surely all of the guys would be judging the size of his cock, patting themselves on the back for having a larger one than he did, when in reality, they most likely didn't. You see, he was a grower, not a shower, which meant that when turned on, his cock got huge. Huge. Sometimes when he was alone, he was surprised by how large he was getting.

What about the women? Surely they would all be looking at it, trying to tell if he was worth hitting on or not. Word would travel around the school quickly about the man with the small cock. That is... unless he got an erection. "Oh fuck!" He said out loud as he walked the halls. He leaned against a wall, running his fingers through his hair. After a moment he regained his composure and continued. What if he got hard? What if he popped a boner right there in front of everyone? Surely all the guys would be envious, and the girls hopefully excited, but then whoever he was looking at would know that he was horny! Oh, woe is me...

He stood in front of the door and sighed. Who would be in the class? He hardly knew anyone... He opened the door, and every head turned to face him, his face turning a light shade of pink, when it hit him. They were all girls. A drip of sweat began to form on his head as the teacher explained what would be happening for the session. He stood there, holding his notebook in front of his crotch, trying not to get turned on already. Shit, I knew I should have rubbed one out before I came here... His eyes scanned the room, meeting the eyes of Cassy just as she saw him. His jaw opened slightly, closing soon after to hide embarrassment and he looked away. The teacher ushered him into another room, and gave him a robe to wear as he walked out, and then inbetween poses as the teacher and students critiqued their artwork. The room he was in had the kind of window from which you can make shapes and some colors out through, but nothing distinct. He looked into the classroom through these windows, and noticed many of the students faces were facing him. He sighed. "Well, they're gonna see anyway..."

He stripped out of his clothes and put on the robe, walking out and into the room, and sighing. The teacher began to lecture the class as he set up somewhere for Matt to pose, Matt looking down at the floor, hearing the murmurs from all of the women.

 

[VenomousLips]

( I wasn't sure of how much you wrote, so I kept it simple for the time being. )

I didn't bother paying attention to the fact I had to paint one of the students, naked. I tried my best to ignore it, but for some reason I couldn't help but lift my head the moment you entered the room. My deep green eyes to meet with yours. My eyes, were different then most, along with my hair, and just about everything else. My hair, out of all people, was the most odd color. It wasn't black, nor blue, nor green, or even regular gray. It seemed to be a dark grey, with a tint of foggy blue. My eyes, on the other hand, were the same color, but when reflected in the light, sparkling a deep green, like that of a porcelain doll. Of course, my facial differences never caught a man's attention, but breasts did. Althout it was college, there were girls extremely flat chested, who had little to practically no boobs. I, just so happened, to have one of the bustiest size in the grade, and in my class. The only one competing with them are Luna.

Luna had that glossy look to her lips, the glittering golden eyes and the blissful white hair to top it off. One of the most gorgeous girls in the school, with a huge breasts. The only difference between hers and mine, is that hers are snobby implants and mine are real. Luna was one of the most popular girls in the school. Even in college, she managed to spark up attention and become famous for her slutty poses. Yes, slutty. She had a knack for pretending she's innocent, but really she's far from it. You could tell just by her obnocious loud snobby laugh that she was far from real, and far for innocent.

"Bwahah! HAHA!" And there it is, the screeching irritatingness of her hollow voice. "Oh, my, god! We have to draw HIM. Oh this is going to be good." She pretended like she was talking to her little slaves, but really, she was screaming it to the entire class. Attention is what she got, which I can't understand. I watched as people turned around and actually listened. "How embarassing! Having to pose butt-naked in front off 30 women! I wouldn't want to be him!" My face dropped into a frown, she was making a huge deal out of it, and making it worse for you if anything. I shook my head lightly, rolling my eyes. Luckily my back was facing her so she couldn't see. "Too bad it's an ugly class of 30, no wait, 29." She giggled so loudly my ears practically bursted. That comment was just too much for me.

I turned around, my lower body still facing the stand, but my upper body twisting to see her. "Hey Luna! How about you shut your fucking mouth, and get back to work. No one wants to hear about how you think too highly of yourself. Jesus your screaming so loud I can feel the fucking floor shake! It's probably bad enough that he had to do this, he doesn't need your whinning attitude to embarass him anymore. So why don't you, and your plastic breasts turn around and face your canvas, and focus on our objectif, okay? Kay great thanks!" I looked at her with a nasty attitude before turning back to my own stand. I returned, only to find you completely naked before me. As I was speaking, you had walked in the room. Lucky for me, I had front row tickets for the show.

Luna had no time to respond to my counter-bitch, since the teacher had hushed everyone to work. This was alot more difficult than I had anticipated. It became almost impossible not to shift my eyes lower. I had to stare at it at some point, but I never would have guessed it would ever feel this awkward, and well, oddly arousing. I moved my eyes from your toned body, only to looked slightly downwards to my paints. I pulled out a long paint brush, and brushed it off lightly before I dipped it careful in a small cup of black paint. I had crossed my legs, right over left to be comfortable. My legs were slim and and more exposed than others. I never wore the wool socks that they provided. Not only were they extremely warm and brutally ugly, but they were itchy beyond belief. So, instead, I didn't wear them. I also didn't wear the uniform shoes. I wore my running shoes, my white ankle-high converses. It wasan't really allowed, but there was worse than what I was doing, so I didn't really get too many complaints.

I pushed the access paint off of the brush, before returning my eyes to yours. The eyes, were I always started. Most would start at the torso of the body, but not me. Always the eyes. They were almost my obsession. I peered into your eyes, with a serious face, but not close to angry. It was more concentrated than anything. I didn't seem to smile, despite the others cracking up. My expression seemed very professional and rather monotone. I could see in the structure of your body, and the look in your eyes, you were tense. "Relax." I said in a low voice. My words were just above a whisper, only some people could hear what I was saying. I flicked my head barely to the left, letting my eye-covering bangs to be tossed to the side so I could see better. "Don't think about what you're doing, or who you're in front of. Focus on yourself, rather than others." As I was speaking, I was painting you, I hadn't even made contact except for the occasional head-lift to paint you.​

 

[Fish]

(I surprised with how much I posted, and then you posted more. XD Oh jeez, well I'll try to do my best. Also, would you prefer I do first person or third? I haven't done first in awhile, but it would flow better if I tried to match you for that.)

As I walked into the room, hugging the large blue robe over my body, I heard you screaming at someone. I turned, the teacher letting it go. This kind of thing must happen daily... Mr. Puntucho turned back to me, his eyes, dark, they seemed as though they were a void. I could not summon any warmth from his gaze, to help comfort me. He spoke no words of kindness to help me relax in this situation of extreme tension. "Please go over there and pose." he said, before walking away. I bit my lip as you got another woman to shut up about how terrible this must be for me. At least you understood. At least you cared.

I sighed, looking out before all of the girls in the class. My mind was racing. I'd trimmed down below, but would it be too much? Would it not be enough? What did women like in that? Another sigh met my lips as Mr. Puntucho walked into the back of the room, folding his arms, telling me to hurry up with the gesture. I turned around, my back to the students; the crowd; the audience. I pulled the robe off of my shoulders, and let it fall off of my body, exposing my backside. I turned back to the class. To you, Cassy. My long, dark blond hair came down past my shoulders, my toned body exposed by the glaringly bright lamps presented before me. My long, tall physique was finally on display for everyone. I reached up and removed my glasses, setting them aside, as my ice-blue eyes looked out once more from the stage. They seemed magnetized... They met your eyes. I looked away.

I walked over to the chair and struck a pose; anything I could think of. I was facing sideways, my left knee elevated, my left leg coming up to a point. My left elbow rested on my left knee, my hand holding my chin up as I looked out to the class. My right side was closest to the class, exposing my member, which I was trying to keep control of.

Luna was right. This was mortifying. I took a deep breath and looked out to the students as Mr. Puntucho began to walk around, instructing them, after having sized me up, himself. She was attractive, though. I could tell the difference in real or fake breasts, but at this point, it didn't matter to me. I was a horny teenage boy, surrounded by amazingly attractive women day in and day out, without ever getting any. I would probably take anything that I could get, real or fake. I sighed again. "MR. LUPER!" Mr. Puntucho shouted. "Please try to keep still. Your incessant sighing is causing your stomach to move." I thought of retorting wittily, but it was best to not defy him, especially when I was naked.

I let my eyes wander the room; the only thing I was allowed to move. I looked out to all of the women in the classroom, looking at their eyes, seeing where they were focusing their concentration. I bit my lip harder and harder every time I saw them looking up at my body. My chest.. my shoulders.. my jawline.. my muscular arms and legs, and lastly, my cock... It was getting to be too much. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting out a light sigh, so that I wouldn't have Mr. Puntucho riding me. That would be absolutely terrible right now. I smirked, thinking about it, only to have the smirk fade quickly as Luna coughed.

My eyes traveled to her as she looked straight down at my cock, a smirk on her face. I couldn't make it out by sight, but she was making fun of me. I looked to you, my heart feeling heavy once more. Your words soothed me, as though you were wrapping those smooth warm arms of yours around my bare body, your slender fingers sliding up and down my chest. A smiled slightly, my eyes meeting yours as you looked up. My thanks to you. It meant so much right now.

 

[VenomousLips]

(Oh god, no. Third person is perfectly fine. I write first, but 95% of the time I'm roleplaying with third, so I have no problem at all. And as for writting, I try to keep up, but sometimes it's hard. Don't think you have to write as much. I'm perfectly fine with 2-4 paragraphs. )

"C-c-assy...." Isabella, the girl sitting next to me stuttered. "I can't d-do this..." As I went to look over at her, the paint brush in her hand was twitching and shaking violent. My eyes widened in confusion. Before I could say anything she spoke once again. "I can't do this... I've never seen a man na... naked before...." Her eyes, I could see it in her eyes. Fear, alot of it, and nervousness.

"Don't worry, Izzy, I'm sure you've seen seen something havn't you?" I was thinking, probably porn, pictures, or sex ed of course... But that was only the drawing and a video of cartoon characters.

"No..." She said lightly, shaking her head. Her face was turning a deep pink. Blush, obviously, but it only seemed to be getting worse. Soon her face look like a tomato, and she didn't seem to be looking at me anymore, but at someone else.

I made a confused frown, my eyes squinted as I wondered what she was doing. I peeredcarefully into her eyes, only to see the direction she was focussing on wasn't mine. I turned my head to see what she was looking at. There it was, your bear backside visible to all of the members. Also known as, Izzy's biggest fear. I could already hear her starting to hyperventilate. "Izzy, don't think of it as that. Think of it just as art. Just think of it of those flower pictures you always look at and paint. Nothing more, nothing less." I smiled warmly. She looked over at me, swallowing hard and giving a light nod. As I turned my head around again, another surprise, this time it was all of you, not just your pretty little ass.

Well, glad to have dealt with that one. I glanced over and Izzy as she started, she still looked pink, but she looked like she was dealing with it pretty well. I gave a sigh of relief. I looked over at you, you were tense. I gave you advice right as I started, hoping you'd take it and calm down a bit. That's what I seemed to be doing all today. Calming people down, or telling them off.

As you looked back down at me, I was not looking at you, but at my canvas. I sensed movement, even if it was your eyes, I had that gut feeling me telling me to look up. My eyes moved up, my head staying in place. As our eyes met, I could tell, just by the delicacy of your eyes you apreciated my advice. I exchanged a light smile. It was only half. More of a left corner-lip curling than anything. I started to dip my paint brush in a small cup of water I had prepared on the shelf of my art stand. I was running the brush over the cloth several times to clean it off. I was making sure it was perfect. Unlike almost all of the girls painting, I wasn't using acrylic paints or oil, but water paints.

I was just about to start, when someone started for me. A huge blotch of black paint splattered all over my canvas, even a few drops hitting you. I could feel the cold wetness of the paint, all over my backside and my hair. My mouth was wide open, not in shock, but in anger. Who was it? I knew already by the loud piglette snort, it was Luna. "Oops! Sorry Picasso! I must of missed while trying to get my own painting..." She giggled again. I stayed frozen there. My eyes filled with rage, almost evil. I was looking directly into your eyes, almost like I was about to kill you. But really, I was using you eyes as a mirror to see her.​

 

[Fish]

(Well, honestly... I've never written this much, but I really, really like it. I might dip down in my length though; I'm not sure.)

You were calming down your friend before you even looked to me. Your voice so gentle, your tone so reassuring. It helped to bring me down before you even spoke directly to me. As our eyes met, my gaze fell to your lips, so full and warm looking... How I began to long to kiss them, to let them meet upon mine again and again, to let drag along my body, to watch them say my name. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to get the images out of my head, but it was hard... I mean... It was difficult.

My eyes fell onto Izzy to distract me. She looked up at me and would blush. How would she remember seeing her first man naked? Would she hold the standard of my body up to men she would meet in the future? I tried not to think about it, but smirked slightly, hoping she at least admired my body, if nothing else.

Quickly, my eyes darted to Luna, seeing a glimmer in her eye as she deliberately splashed paint at you, it hit you on the back, my eyes widening, my mouth opening slightly in awe. The cold, cold paint hit my nude body, leaving tiny droplets on my leg and chest; nothing all that noticeable. My eyes moved to you, gauging your reaction. My eyebrows raised from the shock of it all; how someone could be such a heathen and get away with it. I bit my lip slightly, looking into your eyes, hoping you would look into mine, rather than off of them, trying to get you to calm down in some way, in any manner. I didn't want to lose you; you were my rock for the moment. The only thing that was helping to keep me calm.

My chest was heaving as I began to breathe deeply, feeling your anger for the bitch in the back row. Mr. Puntucho wasn't saying anything about it though. How was he going to react to it all? Did this kind of thing happen often?

 

[VenomousLips]

(That's fine )

Izzy's mouth dropped open as she witnessed the traumatizing event. As if the room wasn't quiet enough, it seemed to go quieter. Izzy head started to lightly, and slowly, shake from side to side as she starred at me. It looked like she was trying so hard to calm me down, but it wasn't working. She didn't know what else to do, speaking would probably blow me over.

I seemed gentle when I wasn't pissed off. A simple tick-off, had me over the edge. I looked like I had crossed over to the darkside. Everyones eyes opened and looked at me. They all seemed to fear not what happened to them, but what would happen to Luna. Almost everyone had stopped and turned around to look at me, keeping most of the attention and awkwardness off of you. They looked like they were waiting for my outburst. Not one single student took their eyes off of me, it was as if they were zebras, cautious for the awakening of the lioness. They all seemed sucked in to the drama that had just taken place.

My eyes didn't seem to part from yours. Your light blue eyes, your beautiful bright blue eyes seemed to somehow calm me down from exploding. I licked my lips slowly before I took a deep breath. I let the deep breath out, seeming to sundenlly have my eyes drained from anger. All I had to do was keep myself focused on you. Keep my eyes locked heavily on yours. It wasn't moments before Luna got up from her stool, with a paper towel and hand, and smeered the paint all over the canvas. "Let's just clean this up, now shall we?" She smiled almost evily. A painting didn't look so bad with spots and splatters, but the moment you smear it, it's ruined, and Luna knew that. That was it. My breaking point. Where I cross the fine line from calm, to furious.

I swiftly grabbed the hand-sized can of black paint, and tossed it towards her. The paint flew from the can, onto to her. Almost seemed like one of those bitch slow-mo fights taken right out of a movie. The think oil paint, which I had grabbed off of Izzy's table, splashed against Luna like a tsunami. Luna let out a scream of shock, throwing her hands up, fingers tense as her mouth was wide open. I didn't get it on her face, but all over her expensive clothing. "Oops! I must've slipped! Here, let me clean that up for you." I grabbed the paper towel out of her hand, wipped up a glob of black oil paint, and twisted it in her face before I pushed off her face and sat back down. She stood there for a moment, before taking the paper off of her face and wipping the paint off. She was about to blow.

There teacher, while this whole thing happened, regreted not interfering to begin with. He starred at us in shock,twitching lightly before Luna was about to once again snap back. "CASSIDY!" He screamed, "You will stay after school to clean up this mess!!!" Of course, I got the shit. "AND LUNA, go home and clean yourself up, you get a zero on your assignment!" Or not...​

 

[Fish]

Your deep eyes looked into mine, and I felt the tension and anger leave both of our bodies, I smiled, letting out an audible sigh of relief. Apparently, this resolution carried to Luna's ears, as she stood up, my mouth opened again, seeing her smear your canvas. I shifted out of position, about to walk over and do something about it, but remembered I was nude, so remained seated, watching the train-wreck that was sure to ensue.

You got her good, and I laughed slightly, although I felt the worry in the pit of my stomach from the retaliation she might give, and then the sure punishment that was coming your way. If only I could have stopped you... I wished I could have been your knight in this situation. To have your eyes open halfway as they looked into mine, lovingly, caringly, warmly. Ah... My body warmed from the mere thought.

You finished it off with an attack to her ceramic face. How I cheered for you, yet at the same time knew that you were walking into more disaster. Mr. Puntucho finally did something about it. I listened to his firm tone, sighing a breath of relief as you got to stay. I would take my time getting dressed when all was said and done, to listen to what happened to you. At least Luna was also punished, hopefully worse than you were. The girl covered in black left, walking past me, I couldn't help but mutter "Bitch." to her. She looked at me, opened her mouth and closed it, rather than getting into more trouble.

(Short, again. x_x)