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StarCourt mall had felt like a fever dream to Erica. The discovery of a supernatural world that existed under Hawkins was a little world shattering to her. She had been pissed that her brother had hid it for years. If she had been involved in earlier, she was certain that she would’ve been able to solve the whole thing without any losses. Still, it had been a fun little adventure but Erica was excited to be done with all that. She had been back in school for several months now and everything had been quite. Her brother and his friends had been worried that something new was going to happen, as it had for the past several years, but Erica didn’t think so. She had told them several times that they needed to focus on school if they wanted to be successful. That’s what she was focusing on.
She was back to being a force to be reconned with the rest of her classmates. There had been people that had wanted to mess with her, but she had quickly put them in her place. She was a verbal warrior that could find a minor flaw in a person’s personality and exploit that to gain control over the person.
“Come on Erica, please go out with me,” Jacob had been pestering her for weeks at this point and Erica was getting tired of rebuffing him. She considered telling Lucas to deal with him, she knew that he would gladly, but held off cause she didn’t want Jacob to get hurt for being a little annoying.
“How many times do I have to tell you Jacob, I don’t want to go out with you,” Erica put a hand on hips and gestured around.
“Why not?” The boy whined, his black hair bouncing as he shook his head.
“Because I don’t like you like that,” she was getting exasperated at his annoyance, “Now get out of my sight before I call my brother.”
The boy hung his head in defeat, knowing full well that edge of anger that was coming into her voice, and stalked away. He mumbled something about Lucas that Erica caught but dismissed. She didn’t need to deal with his nonsense right now. She didn’t notice that Mr. Clarke had been watching the entire interaction, something about her getting a rise out of him. Erica turned around and headed to find Tina, she needed to decompress after that terrible interaction.
The days continued to pass by in much the same way. She would be spending her time either studying or hanging out with friends. She was still her usually sassy self.
“What are you looking at? Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“Oh, you can take it and shove it.”
“Why don’t you just eat my ass!”
These moments were pretty common. She had a reputation as a brat and she didn’t really care what people thought about it. She was incredibly smart and would one day be super successful. It wouldn’t matter what the small minded people of Hawkins thought about her. She had dealt with her fair amount of racism and sexism herself.
But she was a strong girl that could handle herself. Nobody would ever get one over on Erica Sinclair. Or that’s what she thought. The first moment of strangeness had been when she had been changing after gym class. The locker room was fairly normal, with a connected bathroom. She had ducked into the bathroom and waited for the other girls to leave the room.
She had grown a lot over the summer and she wasn’t fully comfortable with her body at this point. She had seen other girls easily change in the presence of others. She wasn’t like that. Her hips and thighs had gotten much more curvy and strong, something that had drawn the eyes of a lot of different people. As much as Erica was confident about her personality and aura, the one thing she wasn’t too comfortable with yet was her body. She was slowly getting more comfortable with it, but it was still a work in progress. She waited in the bathroom until she was certain that all the other girls had left, before skulking out.
She moved towards her locker and opened it, pulling out her clothes and placing it on the bench. She took off her gym clothes, taking off her tight fitting t-shirt and wiggling out of her gym shorts. Her body was a little slick and sweaty. She grabbed a towel and patted herself dry. The door creaked open.
Erica spun towards the door, covering her body with the towel and looking for someone she may have missed. No one. The changing room was empty. She shrugged her shoulders and pulled on her normal clothing, a pair of pants and a loose fitting shirt with a jumper on top. The spring weather was a bit chilly and she needed the extra layers.
The rest of the week passed without any other strangeness, at least it did until the weekend. As the weather warmed up a little for the Saturday, Erica headed over to Steve’s house. They had bonded during StarCourt and he had said that they could come over and use his swimming pool at any time. The rest of the Party was busy playing with El’s powers at the junkyard, so Erica was on her own. She biked to his house and let herself inside.
Steve had said that he would be gone that weekend, travelling with Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan. She was happy for him, he needed some friends that cared about him. He had given her, Dustin, and Robin’s keys to his house so they could have a safe place if they needed it. Erica didn’t care about that, she just wanted to go for a little swim and the public pool wasn’t open yet.
She quickly changed into her bikini and stepped out into the backyard. Steve had had a fence built around his yard after the incident in 1983 and Erica was glad for that. It gave her the privacy to get more comfortable with her body. She was dressed in a blue two piece bikini that hugged her curves tightly. The top showed off her cleavage, her breasts having gotten bigger in the past few years, while the bottoms left her thick thighs exposed. The cut of the bikini bottoms left about half of each butt cheeks visible. She took a deep breathe and dived into the pool.
The water was cool and felt amazing against the spring heat. She swam and floated around, enjoying her alone time in the pool. She didn’t notice the little clicks from a crack in the fence as she floated around the pool. Nor did she notice that the clicks continued as she climbed out of the pool, the water running down her body and sticking the bikini fabric to her dark skin. She wringed the water out of her room and grabbed her towel, walking back into Steve’s house with a little sway of her hips.
Everything came to a head the following Monday when she was sitting in Mr. Clarke’s class and dutifully taking notes. This was her favourite class of the day, with Mr. Clarke as one of her favourite teachers. She understood why Lucas and his friends sang his praises when they had been in his class. The bell rang and everyone packed up to leave. As Erica was leaving Mr. Clarke called her name.
“Erica,” Mr. Clarke said, getting the girl’s attention. She stepped towards his desk and looked at him with a little smile. He rubbed his face for a moment, watching the last student leave before he spoke. “Could you come see me after school, I have something we need to discuss.”
“What? Am I doing something wrong?” Erica asked, gripping her backpack tightly. She tried to think about what he possibly could’ve been talking about. She let out a sigh of relief at the next thing he said.
“Oh no, you’re a wonderful student. This is about something completely different,” Mr. Clarke smiled at her, “We’ll discuss it later. You need to get to your next class.”
Erica spent the remainder of the day wondering what the hell Mr. Clarke could possibly wanted to talk to her about. She was doing well in class, in fact, she was doing amazing. Every single test had been either a perfect or a near perfect. She didn’t know what else could possibly be a problem.
She managed to get through the day and bid Tina goodbye before making her towards Mr. Clarke’s classroom as the school emptied. She knocked on his door and waited to be let in.
“Come in,” Mr. Clarke voice was muffled through the door. Erica opened the door and stepped into the classroom, gripping the straps of her backpacks tightly. She was a little nervous, stepping towards his desk and shuffling on her feet.
“What did you want to talk to me about?”
“I just have some concerns about your behaviour.”
Erica let go and raised her eyebrow, “My behaviour? What’s wrong with my behaviour?”
“I wasn’t going to say anything, but your behaviour has gotten much worse over the past few months. You’ve been acting like a little brat and I think that’s unacceptable.”
Erica cocked her hips, letting go of her backpack straps and looking indigently at the man, “Excuse me? I was just being honest.”
“Honesty doesn’t mean you get to be rude and abrasive, shrugging them off. There is a massive different between honesty and being disrespectful, and you’ve been very disrespectful to you fellow classmates. You should be more sociable with your fellow students,” Mr. Clarke said, “I’m going to punish you so that hopefully you’ll remember for next time.”
“Let me guess,” Erica waved her hand, “I’m going to be in detention for a week.” She huffed and looked at her nails. This was going to be a little problem, but nothing that she couldn’t overcome. Hiding from Russians under StarCourt was much worse than a week of detention. Maybe she could finally check out that book that Dustin had given her, A Wizard of Earthsea. It had been sitting at the bottom of her backpack since the term had started.
Mr. Clarke just tutted and shook his head, “Not this time. I have something more...educational in mind.”
“What?” Erica spat out, looking at Mr. Clarke with a little bit of distain. She tried to think about what he could possibly have her do. The science teacher was a nerd that had always seemed really nice. She thought he could reduce her grades, but she never (in a million years) guessed what he could’ve said.
“I’m going to spank you,” he said with a little smile, his mustache curling into a usual shape.
“What!?” She startled, taking a couple steps back and bumping against her desk.
“You heard me. Now be a good girl and come on over here.”
“Absolutely the fuck not!” She shouted. She had been spending too much time around Dustin, but she thought her cursing was warranted in this case.
“Yes, you’re going to obey me, or else I’m going to add a strike onto your permanent record, you know what’ll happen if you get three of those, right?” Mr. Clarke nodded.
Of course she knew what would happen to her. Three strikes and she’d be out. She would be expelled and unable to finish her schooling. She swallowed. She wanted to get a good education and get into a good College and get out of Hawkins. She knew that she had the capability do that.
And now Mr. Clarke was threatening that. She wanted to stomp out of the classroom and slam the door in his face, but she couldn’t. She needed to protect her future.
“I know what’ll happen,” she grumbled out, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. She wasn’t happy about this.
“Then why don’t you pull down your pants and get over here,” he pulled his chair away from his desk and patted his knee. She went to say something but he held up a hand and gestured towards a form that lay on his desk. The paperwork for a record alteration. From where she was standing she could make out that the details were already filled out, the only thing that was missing was his signature.
She sighed and slipped off her backpack. She placed it on his desk. Taking a deep breath, she stepped closer to him and unbuttoned her jeans. She pulled the zipper down and gripped the waistband, shuffling forward with her head hanging slightly. Slowly, moving like she was underwater, she pushed her pants down, revealing her pink cotton underwear and her thick thighs.
She hated him looking at her bare thighs. The discomfort that was the reason she always changed in private reared it’s head again. She squeezed her thighs together and tried to make herself seem more covered up than she was.
“Beautiful,” Mr. Clarke patted his knee, “Now bend over and we can get this started.”
Erica stepped forward and let out a shuddering breath, steadying her embarrassment a little bit. She sneered at the teacher once more, “Is this necessary?”
“Absolutely, it’s the only way that you’ll learn to be kind,” he patted his knee again. Erica stepped closer and got into position. She bent over his knee, her belly braced on his leg and her underwear clad bottom sticking up towards her science teacher. She was thankful that she was wearing some modest underwear, a pair of classical pink cotton panties that covered her butt completely.
“Now Erica, just keep in mind that I’m doing this to better you. I take no pleasure from this,” Mr. Clarke said, the smile evident in his voice. Erica just huffed. She didn’t even want to dignify that with a response. Mr. Clarke reared back a hand and took aim at the delightfully plump bottom that sat in his lap.
SLAP! Pain sprouted in Erica’s bottom as his heavy hand hit her backside. She bit her lip to keep herself from trying out. Mr. Clarke looked down at her plump bottom, watching it pleasantly jiggle from the hit.
“This is what you get for being a naughty girl,” he said, rearing back and hitting her again, another shock of pain shooting through Erica, her entire body jerking on his knee from the hit. She grunted from the pain. Ignoring the words that Mr. Clarke said, she didn’t want to consider that. She gritted her teeth and kept her mouth closed.
He hit her bottom again and again, alternating cheeks, each one stinging from the pain. She hissed at each subsequent slap, the stinging getting stronger and stronger as she tried to keep her legs tightly closed. The discomfort from her body being exposed to anyone was increased tenfold by the situation she was in. A minute passed as the spanking continued.
One of his slaps, Erica wasn’t sure how, clipped her underwear and dragged it with it as he pulled away. It was just for a moment, but the movement was enough to drag the crotch of her panties across her pussy. Pleasure jumped through her body, a sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her hips twitched a little and a moan escaped her lips.
Mr. Clarke stopped, his hand readied to slap her again, “What was that Erica?”
“N...nothing,” Erica’s head was swimming with something that she couldn’t describe, an indescribable itch blossoming between her legs. She braced herself for the next hit, but the next sensation wasn’t a slap. Mr. Clarke gently gripped her ass cheek, Erica hissed out as the stinging grew, and jiggled her.
“Are you sure about that? Cause it sounded like a moan. I can’t believe a girl like you could possibly have such a large ass, this feels almost unreal,” Mr. Clarke laughed to himself.
“I...I d-didn’t moan,” Erica shook her head, cheeks blazing as his grip on her ass was sending mixed signals. She was horrified that she had moaned, embarrassed that he was looking at her body, and afraid of what was happening to her. She swallowed all these feelings and pulled her voice back, regaining her usual personality. “A...are we d...done yet?”
“Almost,” Mr. Clarke said, “I just have one more punishment for you, get up.”
He let go of her ass and pushed her up. Erica carefully pushed herself off of his knee, hissing in pain as the muscles in her butt flexed and moved, her thighs straining to keep herself standing. She stumbled a little and stepped away from Mr. Clarke. He got up from his chair and gestured towards his desk, moving papers around to clear up some space.
“Hop on up.”
“Why?” Erica’s voice was steady again, her typical sass present in her voice. She reached down and went pull up her pants. She needed to get covered up again, the discomfort and unease flooding her body, along with the strange tingling in her crotch that she hadn’t felt before.
“Because I said so.”
Erica tugged her pants up, shaking her head, “Uh uh, I’m not doing that. My butt already hurts from the spanking.” Mr. Clarke gestured towards the record update form, but Erica barrelled through, “I don’t care about that, I’ve done enough and I am going home.”
“Ah, I thought you might say that, good thing I prepared some...encouragement before that,” he pulled out a drawer and pulled out a series of pictures, tossing them out onto his desk. Erica leaned forward and gasped. They were pictures of her. One set was taken through a crack in the door. She was standing in her black underwear, her thick legs on full display for the photographer. They had captured her stripping and patting herself dry with the towel. The other set of pictures were taken at Steve’s pools, through a crack in the fence. She was standing and swimming and drying herself off in her blue bikini, the water running down her almost naked body.
“What the fuck!” She shouted, making a grab for the pictures.
“Language. And I have other copies back home, you can have these. I think you look pretty good.”
“What?” Erica gasped out, unable to believe that he had pictures of her while barely dressed. She could barely look at her body as she did, her discomfort with her own body rearing its head again.
“Now, unless you want these getting out, you are going to take off your pants and hop onto my desk, understand?”
Erica wanted to tell him to take the pictures and shove it, but she couldn’t. The pictures hit on her insecurities in just the right way. They showed off her body too much to people, her brilliant brown skin almost entirely on display. She hated it. She didn’t want to be shown off to people. She was barely comfortable with herself, she knew that the judgement of others would only make it worse.
So she obeyed, pushing down her jeans, needing to remove her shoes to peel them off her legs completely. She shuffled over to the desk and carefully sat on the edge, hissing in pain her as bottom rested against the cold wood, her legs dangling over the edge.
“Spread your legs apart,” Mr. Clarke ordered, running his hands down her thighs as he pushed her thighs apart. His hands felt cold on her thighs, fingers sinking into the thickness and making Erica feel strange. She kept her mouth clamped shut, wanting to get through this punishment as quickly as she co-
SLAP! Erica gasped out as her thoughts were interrupted by that strange tingling rushing through her body. Her eyes crossed and another unwelcomed moan escaped her lips. Her hand shot up to her mouth, clamping it shut. She looked at Mr. Clarke and found him smiling.
“Here we go, the final part of your punishment,” he said, rearing back and slapping her crotch again.
Erica’s legs twitched as another shock of pleasure shot through her. Her mouth kept herself from crying out as more of that strange tingling shot through her. Her crotch burned with each hit and slap, her thighs wanting to close but he held them apart. She moan and groaned, fighting off the strange feeling that was growing stronger in her crotch. And then it finally released.
She moaned hard into her hand as her crotch exploded. Her thighs shook as something released from her crotch, wetness and slick soaking her crotch. Her hips jerked, pain shooting through her bottom as her stinging butt wiggled on the desk. It all mixed together, shocking the poor girl so much that she fell backwards onto the desk as her hand slipped off her mouth.
“Ooooh....” a loud moan escaped her lips, her head rolling back as she was left in bliss for a few moments. Those few moments would end up costing her so much. She finally came back to herself to the clicking of a camera, the flash at her face causing her to snap up, sitting back up and hopping off the desk.
Mr. Clarke looked at her and laughed, “It's funny how a brat could fall apart so quickly.”
She turned around and glared at him, all the sensation quickly draining out of her and her rage taking over. “What the hell was that?”
“Ah, still haven’t learned your lesson,” Mr. Clarke tutted, “Never mind, we’ll have time to work on your attitude problem.”
“Like hell we will,” Erica tugged on her pants and buttoned them back up, “I’m going home and if you try anything else I’m going to scream!”
“I know, that’s why we’ll do it tomorrow. I want you to come in wearing the tightest t-shirt that you have and a short skirt, with absolutely no underwear.”
“Why the absolute hell would I do that?” She grabbed her backpack and stomped towards the door.
“Because if you don’t, all these pictures come out,” he called after her as she reached the door. She sent a glare over her shoulder and left the classroom, rushing out of the school as quickly as possible. Her panties were soaked from the encounter, her thighs sticking together as she made her way back home. The entire situation played on her head for the rest of the day.
Mr. Clarke had pictures of her in an absolutely embarrassing state. The swimming and changing pictures were mortifying for her, but nothing that was too bad. The final picture that he had gotten of her laying across his desk with her face moaning and her panties soaked was damning. She didn’t want that picture getting out. Her parents would know what to do.
She thought about it for a moment, she could tell her parents and they could deal with Mr. Clarke. He would be sent to the slammer and she would be safe. But her hopes were quickly dashed as she realized that Mr. Clarke would be smart enough to deny it and turn the whole thing back onto her. Then he could just release the pictures anonymously and be outraged about what she was doing on his desk, getting her into further trouble. Erica was trapped.
She went to sleep that day with terror in her heart and trying to consider what had happened. She didn’t what she was going to do. As she drifted off to bed, trying to think of a way out, she found herself ideally wondering that had happened to her crotch that had made her feel so good.
She woke up the following day with a heavy heart. She hadn’t figured a way out, so she searched through her closet for the clothes that he had requested (no, ordered) her to wear. She groaned as she found a jean skirt that she hadn’t worn since she had gotten it and found a purple t-shirt that was tight enough. She went to the bathroom and discarded her underwear, shamefully avoiding the mirror as she tugged on the t-shirt and skirt. She still felt incredibly naked even though she was fully dressed.
She put on her socks and carefully headed to the kitchen, desperately hoping that her parents wouldn’t say anything. She sat at the breakfast table, quickly eating breakfast and trying to get out. Lucas just nodded at her before sitting down to eat himself. They quickly finished up and started heading out, Erica putting on her shoes and heading towards the door.
“Erica,” her mother called to her as Lucas stepped out the door. Erica turned around and awkwardly smiled, hoping that she wouldn’t say anything. “It’s good to see you branching out of your usual style.”
“Looking good sweetie,” her father said, peaking over his newspaper.
Erica just swallowed her concern, thankful that they didn’t notice her lack of underwear and spoke with all the confidence that she could muster. “Thank you. Just w-wanted to mix things up today.”
With that she hurried out of the door and walked with Lucas to school. He was ranting about something to do with Max, but honestly Erica couldn’t care less about that. It seemed like she had broken up with him again but she was busy thinking about what the day would hold.
“And then, she broke up me...”
Erica trudged towards school with heavy feet, forcing herself to move forward. She didn’t need Mr. Clarke to ruin something that had brought her such joy.
“...did you know that Eddie is hosting Hellfire again tonight...you should really come...”
Lucas had to talk to her multiple times before she finally heard, “What?”
“I’m just asking if you wanted to come to Hellfire tonight.”
“And join your little nerd club, absolutely not,” Erica huffed, thankful for the distraction and focusing on her sassiness. “I have better things to do.”
“Sure you do,” Lucas rolled his eyes as they reached the hills overlooking the schools. Erica bid him goodbye and hurried to class, walking carefully with her thighs pressed together. The skirt fell to mid-thigh, but it was tight enough to not rise up, so that was good. She focused on class and built up her confidence, she would need it for science class. The entire day passed quickly until she got to Mr. Clarke’s class.
She walked into his class with her head held high. She wasn’t going to bow down to Mr. Clarke so easily, even if she was listening to him she would still fight back. She took her seat at the front of her class, her usual seat, and pulled out her notebook.
Mr. Clarke looked her up and down before sending her a little smile. He got on with his lesson, teaching about atomic structure. Erica didn’t understand why he had wanted her to wear no underwear until he looked at her and spoke.
“Erica, would you like to help me to spread some knowledge?” He emphasized the word in a way that was obvious, but not out of the ordinary.
“Y-yes?” Erica asked, not understanding what he was implying. There was something that he wanted her to get across but she didn’t know.
“Then you need to open yourself up, and be ready for new experiences,” he made a gesture towards the side of his desk. The exact same place where she had been sitting yesterday. It took a moment for the true meaning to sink in.
Spread your legs apart, Mr. Clarke had said when she had been up on his desk. Erica subtly shook her head, not wanting to expose herself to him. He smiled and raised an eyebrow. His eyes flicked towards his desk. The drawer containing the pictures. The threat was obvious. He looked away to continue his lesson, gearing up to ask her a question. He sent the entire class, but more specifically her, a look over his shoulder before writing something on the blackboard.
Erica knew what she needed to do. She hesitantly spread her legs apart, thankful that nobody was sitting in front of her. A draft right at her crotch sent a shiver through her. Her most intimate area was exposed to her science teacher.
Mr. Clarke turned around, eyes passing over the entire class before flicking down to her open legs for a moment. A blazing smile crossed his lips and he asked her a question. Erica answered it without hesitation.
“Wonderful Erica,” he said, clearly not talking about her answer as his eyes flicked down between her legs again, taking in her dark vagina lips before returning back to teaching the class. She tried to close her legs but Mr. Clarke sent her a quick look, stopping her.
The rest of the class passed as she sat with her legs spread apart, the skirt pulled tightly against her thighs. Her vagina was visible to Mr. Clarke the entire time. She kept on shivering at every look. She felt so hot. She managed to get through the entire class without anyone finding out what she was doing, showing off her more private part to her science teacher.
It was relief when the bell rang, Erica snapping her legs closed and getting up. She was one of the first person out of the classroom, Mr. Clarke’s laughter echoing after her. As the entire class left, Mr. Clarke took a seat at his desk and thought about the wonderfully tight cunt that Erica had. She would feel amazing wrapped around his cock. That was certainly something that he would get to.
She would learn. He would fix her bratty attitude.