Thread: The Art in Punishment    { Fish & VenomousLips }

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.