An Art Class

I'm on the edge of a small, pure white stage, elevated about two feet off the floor. I see a classroom of people in front of me, but this isn't anywhere I recognize. A few have tripod easels, but most are seated in front of tables, drawing pads at the ready. I see people with palletes of paint, pencils, pens, and chalks. There are about two dozen artists there, mostly female. There aren't any windows, but the room is brightly lit. I stifle the urge to look around the room some more, and turn to Sarah - standing off the stage - for instructions.

"Listen closely, slut," she says crisply and professionally. "This is what I want you to do next."

I lean forward to listen and she slaps me, HARD, across the face. Surprised, I fall to the side, to about the middle of the stage. I hear her step onto it as I get my bearings. Bracing myself up with one arm, I put my other hand against my cheek and look up at her fearfully, my front facing the class. What was she doing!?

"Stop! Hold that! Perfect!" I hear a woman's voice call out. I instinctively freeze, following orders. "That's perfect. Hurt, naked, and ****. Keep your face and body just like that. You can blink as much as you like, but keep your eyes looking that way.

"Class, you may begin."

My cheek stings and I could feel it getting warmer as blood rushes to it. I hear pencils and other instruments immortalizing that **** moment. Slowly, I begin to get used to that position, but I'm nervous about Sarah. Was she going to strike me again? She had moved out of my line of sight, so I stay looking up at the ceiling, listening to the class around me.

I still haven't even seen what the instructor looks like and I don't dare look around to check. I hear her talking.

"Sarah, she's perfect, absolutely perfect. Such beautiful dark hair, it contrasts her body and breasts perfectly. Thank you SO much for acting on short notice like this, you are a lifesaver; I don't know what I would have done otherwise."

"It was my pleasure, Janice. Uh, my fee...?"

"Of course... here you go... you don't mind if I take a few pictures for later reference, do you?"

"Go right ahead; I don't care."

I lose track of Mistress Sarah's position, but Janice is easy to place as she walks around in front of me, making appreciative remarks and taking pictures. She must like what she sees, because she uses up at least a full roll of film. I wish I could relax more fully, but I don't know what's going to happen next and I'm afraid of asking.

I hear a couple students talking, but can't make out who or where.

"Psst. Hey! I know that girl."

"No shit. Really?"

"Yeah. Her name's Amanda, and she..."

I'm not able to make out any more of their conversation as I lie there. Time passes and my cheek stops hurting and starts feeling warm. I know that Sarah is going to do something, but when? When will this end and when will I be able to go home?

To my surprise, I realize that my pussy is starting to get wet. I'm starting to get excited just lying there naked. I hope to God, nobody notices.