Thread: The Art in Punishment    { Fish & 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.