Art - Teacher around her mom's age

Its time for my art class. I know word is spreading at lightning speed that not only am I being punished by my mom at school, but that she's got me here completely naked. I know everyone knows, but I still come in covering myself, looking at the floor as I head to my seat located conveniently at the back of the classroom. I try to ignore everyone staring at me, and my mom trailing behind me, soaking up all of our attention.

I usually hardly pay attention in this class, unsurprisingly. Everyone knows art classes are your easy A's. My teacher for this class is the only one that I feel pretty neutral toward. She's close to my mom's age, I think. Kind of on the hippie side. I don't know, she's kind of weird but she usually leaves me alone. She doesn't normally seem to mind that I spend the majority of her class on my phone. I wonder what she'll think about my punishment for being "generally disrespectful" or whatever this is for. God, why couldn't my mom just ground me or something...

The metal chair I'm seated in is cold against my thighs. My whole body is honestly a little cold. I never realized how drafty the school building was. I'm covered in goosebumps and my nipples are hard, even with my sad attempt to shield them with my arms. On my shoulders I feel my mom's warm hands, I feel her standing behind me.

"Let's make sure we ask your teacher for something to wipe your seat down with before we leave for your next class, Love." my mom practically whisper-yells.

"Mom I know!" I hiss back, "You don't have to say it so loud!"

She rolls her eyes and squeezes my shoulders, "I just want to make sure we're being sanitary, Dear"

Before I can respond, my teacher finally notices my mom and I quarreling at the back of the classroom.

"Cici, Darling, is that your mother? Are you naked, Honey? What is all this?" she inquires, totally confused, with a hint of intrigue.

Once again, my mother responds for both of us. "Yes, I'm Mrs. West, Cici's mother. Please don't mind us, Cici is on punishment right now, but no need to not carry on with class as normal."

"And may I ask why we're naked, today, Darling?" my teacher asked, with a little grin in my direction. I didn't know what to make of her expression.

I almost expected my mother to answer for me - I mean, its what she'd been doing all day - so when she didn't, I was floored.

"Go on, you want to explain to your teacher?" my mom urged me, smirking.

All eyes were on our conversation now. I thought I was safe at the back of the classroom but I was kidding myself. I'm a well known bitch at my school, here with my mom, completely naked. Of course the kids who would normally be asleep in this class are fully tuned into this train wreck of a day I'm having.

"Well, come on now, fill me in, is this some kind of statement Cici? I'm genuinely curious." my teacher prodded, paying no mind to the fact that the whole class was zeroed in on this conversation - at least 3 students filming the whole thing.

"I'm not wearing any clothes because my mom wouldn't let me," I mumbled, pouting.

"Okay, but why would your mother not let you wear clothes? There has to be some kind of reason. This is a pretty severe punishment. Surely its not coming out of nowhere, is it?" my art teacher asked, blatantly playing into the embarrassment this punishment was meant to cause me.

"I'm not allowed to wear clothes right now because my mom thinks it'll help me to appreciate my privileges more... and because she wants to embarrass me..." I whimpered. Tears welled in my eyes and I felt my voice wobble at the end of my sentence.

I can hear some assholes giggling. They're acting like I can't see them live streaming me.

"Well, props to you, Mom! I think this is very innovative parenting, Ms. West. Your daughter is lovely, and I hope this helps her reconsider her behavior." my teacher praised my mom. "And Cici, Honey, honestly, you're a beautiful girl, and you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I know having your mommy following you to class is a bit embarrassing, but being naked is completely normal and natural."

My whole class is failing to cover their snickering. This teacher thinks she's making things better, but she's really making them much much worse. I already know this whole class session is about to circulate social media like wildfire.

She continues, "You know, a lot of the time when you're learning to draw or paint, you use live nude models as a reference. The human body is a very important subject to understand. Cici, I almost felt like asking if you'd want to try modeling for us today, but I actually think I have a better idea," my teacher carried on, clearly some insane, most likely humiliating idea coming to her mind.

"Cici, would you mind just coming to the front of the class, I just want to try something," my teacher half asked, half commanded. I already knew there was no sense in pleading with my mother to back me up if I protested. Covering my breasts and crotch with each arm, I stomped up to the front of the room with my teacher, indignantly.

"What I'd actually like to explore today is painting on different kinds of surfaces," My teacher began addressing the whole class at this point. Oh God, what does that mean, "different surfaces"?

"If you all take out your paper and get out your paint supplies, go ahead and start by using some of the techniques we've covered in class, just anything, don't worry too much about it looking nice. Now, I'll demonstrate on my paper.." She expertly created a little flower in a few seconds and showed the class who were following along with her. "Now paper is a surface we're fairly familiar with, but sometimes artists learn body painting, which is a more specialized skill set. As the name suggests, instead of using paper, the artist paints right onto someone's skin. I'd like to demonstrate a little bit on our bare skinned classmate today. What do you think, Cici?" she asked me eagerly. I knew no matter how I responded, my mother would ensure the most humiliating result occurred anyway, so I replied simply, "Whatever." And dropped my hands revealing my my full frontal body. My mother is in the back smiling serenely. She seems happy that I'm catching on.

"Lovely, I'm actually going to have you turn around, and I'm going to put your hair up in a bun so it's not in the way" my teacher says, gathering up my long brown locks into a scrunchy. She's up so close, and touching my hair, my head, I can feel her breath. Instinctively, I cover my breasts, not wanting to reveal how erect my nipples are becoming despite my best efforts.

"Honey, just about everyone's probably seen your birthday suit today, there's really no need to cover up," she says, trying to reassure me, but naturally just embarrassing me all the same.

"Now I'm going to start on her back.." my teacher proceeded to demonstrate how one would paint a sky on a person should they ever need to. It was obviously embarrassing having my butt out for everyone to see, but the brush strokes and paint on my back relaxed me somehow. Maybe I was dissociating, I don't know.

I felt the paintbrush stroking lower and lower down my back - reaching the top of my ass crack - surely this means the body painting lesson is wrapping up?

No such luck. "Now, Cici, don't freak out on me, but I need you to spread your buttocks so I can get in the middle of your cheeks so we don't have any patchyness." My teacher requested, with one of her hands placed gently on my hip.

She seriously wants me to spread my butt cheeks in front of the whole class?!?! My mother already knows I'm about to argue, "Cici, don't make the lesson difficult, spread your bottom, Dear."

Everyone in my class is laughing raucously at this point. I can't honestly blame them. I probably would too if one of them were in my shoes.

I couldn't believe the kind of out-of-body experience I had, parting my ass cheeks to let my whole class, my teacher, and my mother see my butt hole. No one would every let me live this down.

My teacher continued painting in toward my asshole, down the inside of each cheek until I was sufficiently covered in blue. Each cheek got its own special attention after, with my teacher opting to trade her paintbrush in for a stippling sponge, dotting color all over my butt in layers and working down the backs of my thighs.

At long last, I'm saved by the bell. While my classmates are rushing out the door, I'm having to make my way to the back of the room to get my backpack, paint drying in my ass crack.

"Don't worry, Dear, I'll carry this for you for the rest of the day," my mom said, noting my wet condition.

"Mom I look like a freak," I pouted. "I swear, I've learned my lesson, can I please just go home and shower and just start wearing clothes again???"

"Love, your teacher painted a beautiful sky on you, and you look lovely. I know you're embarrassed, but the counselor and I agreed together that we need to stick this out for at least a week to make sure you fully understand. I'd be willing to bet one day you'll thank me for your nudey-week, as a matter of fact!" she jibed, playfully squeezing my breast. "Come on now, let's get to your next class so I can embarrass you some more in front of your friends!" she half-joked, winking and pinching my side.

I know parents are there to embarrass you, but this was a whole new level.

Groaning, I covered my frontal body and began marching toward my next class.