A girl turned to the teacher. To your surprise it's Isabella. "I volunteer my friend Jade!" she declares, pointing at you. Shakily you raise your hand "I'll do it," you say with more confidence then you actually have, while giving Isabella a quick glare. Miss Jameson almost collapses from relief but quickly composes herself "Thank you Jade! Now if you'd like stand on the pedestal and strip to your panties, then we can begin!" she motions to the pedestal and as you walk past she whispers "I owe you one," yep, you are most definitely getting an A. You jump up onto the pedestal which was shaped like a Greek pillar, and had a diameter of about a meter and was approximately 5 inches tall. You get ready to strip when you suddenly you notice that the whole class was female who would no doubt being eyeing your body for flaws, but, it was too late to turn back now.
Blushing deeply you kick off your shoes and remove your socks, placing them inside of the shoes which you then hand over to Miss Jameson. You wiggle your toes as the cool air brushes over them, reminding you of how sensitive they were. Next, you gracefully take off your blouse and shirt, folding them up before handing it over. You take a deep breath, then finally you move on to your skirt, letting it drop to the floor. You kicked them up with your foot and folding them before handing them over too. Miss Jameson puts your pile of clothes on a shelf leaving you to stand in your red bra and matching thongs, desperately trying not to make eye contact with any of the other students whilst they drink in the sight of your exposed body, already planning on what they are going to do with you.
"Now then," chirps Miss Jameson "Just one thing left. Can't have you moving around too much so I'm going to restrain you slightly," before you can protest she attaches thin leather cuffs to your wrists and ankles. You notice dried paint splatters on them from previous victims. Next she reaches up and pulls down 2 chains from the ceiling (where they there before?). She attaches each one to a wrist cuff. Then she reached down and opens a flap on one side of the pedestal and produces a chain, she adjusts the size and then moves your leg over until it is close enough to clip the chain onto your ankle cuff. She repeats this on the other side leaving your legs spread. To your great shame, your panties are soaked. She whispered to you “It’s a normal reaction!”
Finally, she walks over to one of the class room wall and opens up a section of the wall revealing a crank. She begins to crank it and with each turn the chains connecting to your wrists begin to tighten. 'CRANK CRANK CRANK' your wrist are pulled up and apart 'CRANK CRANK CRANK' they are above your head now 'CRANK CRANK CRANK' pulling so tight your now on your tip toes 'CRANK'. Your body is now taunt leaving you spread eagle and vulnerable, even your feet aren't safe as you are on tiptoes. For a while nothing happens, everyone just looks at you with lustful eyes. The girls and even Miss Jameson wants a piece of you! Usually you'd be flattered but exposed as you are it just adds to your nervousness.
"Right then!" Everyone jumps and looks to Miss Jameson "I'm going to draw different sections on her body and then each of you will have a spot to paint in," and with that she grabbed a black marker pen and started drawing on your body. You screamed as she makes contact. She drew around your ankle cuff showing that from your ankle down was a section the next section was from your ankle up to just above your knees and the section after that was from there to where your panties cut off. You find yourself wishing you had chosen something other than thongs because the section ends a little too close for comfort, more liquid leaving you, a noticeable female smell was in the air. Of course, you are howling so loud, tears are blinding you as your eyes become almost glued shut. She repeated sectioning off your other leg so there are now 6 sections. After that Miss Jameson draws around your stomach which tickles even worse, taking your voice aay. Next she draws around your sides making a section that's starts at the waist line of your panties goes up, circles your bra covered nipple then goes back before coming down to your waist line. This section is mirrored on the other side of your body. Next she circles both your armpits "My how lucky, you shaved your arm pits! That’s going to be much easier to paint!" she expressed. You just know she is smirking at you. You start to sweat as you try to shake, your taut body in racks of silent agony. Next she stands on a step ladder to reach up and circle your wrist indicating that the length of your arm is one section and your hand another. Finally she circles your neck just above your bare throat so that one section is your chest and neck, another is your head and finally the 18th section is your back: as there are 18 other students. “Hmmm…I think this bra might be a problem! It looks too expensive to risk getting paint on it!” Your voice returned as you tried to protest against that, but your chest is soon exposed to the hooting delight of Isabella and the others.
Miss Jameson turns her attention to the class and starts giving them different sections to paint "brushes and pots are on the surrounding tables" she says "paint as well. You've got your canvas now paint away!" With that the class pick up their chosen brush, choose their colours and close in on you. As you look around you begin to worry as you see the evil smirks on your classmates faces as the brushes close in on your body. The first one to reach you was a tall girl with black hair "can't wait to make you squirm," she whispers and dives straight into your right armpit with quick delicate strokes. You scream and immediately burst out laughing spurring on the other students get started. A brush got to work on your left ribs, tracing along each one in bright yellow, meanwhile a girl on your other ribs went for dabbing the spaces in between. Another brush touched down directly into your navel and started swishing around which really set you off. Brushes touched down on every part of your body and the tickling intensified with each passing moment. Your laugh and try to move but the restraints are too tight. Suddenly a girl double attacks your foot with one paint brush swirling about the arch whilst her other hand saws the brush between your toes, "Hey that's a good idea!" Says a blonde girl at your other foot and starts doing the same. Later on the black haired girl teams up with two girls painting your arm and hand to play around, around the garden. The girl stood and the step ladder and using one hand to keep yours open she swirled about your palm with her brush. Then the redhead sponged down your arm and the black haired girl went wild in your armpit singing "Tickly under there," You were mortified in addition to your thrashing.
The worst part of the tickling was that the brushes where very fine professional brushes which made them all the more ticklish and the cool paint was an odd sensation on your skin but also allowed the brushes to glide over nerves remaking havoc with your ticklishness. As this occurs to you, Isabella manages to find a space and starts painting your inner thigh with a huge brush she found somewhere, causing you went into silent laughter again. You had small sweet spots all over your body but your inner thighs where like huge ones. Isabella shot you an evil grin. She didn't let up and you start shaking your head wildly to try and block out the sensations: much to the annoyance of the girl trying to paint your face. She decides to punish your by getting two brushes and using one to tickle your ear and the other to tickle behind it which was a deadly combination.
Half an hour later and you were almost completely covered in paint. All that was a left was a girl painting around and over your left nipple, another girl finishing off the stem of a rose that went down along your spine making you shudder and an Asian girl finishing off her doodle behind your knee. You hung there, laughing weakly. Finally they finished and joined the rest of the class in inspecting you and admiring their work. You were panting and your hair clung to your scalp. You were ready to be let down when suddenly…
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