DING!
The elevator opened and Denki walked out, sore as ever. He limped ever so slightly and decided to go straight to his room. Eijirio was standing outside his friend's door in the common area, assuming that he had finsihed up earlier, but was left waiting for a few minutes. By now, Kirishima accepted that it was, in fact, his turn. He was the second of Mic's pupils to be punished. Katsuki had just gotten back from Aizawa, whom had a mean arm, leaving Izuku, Katsuki, and now Denki (from Mic) laying in bed on their stomachs. Denki unlocked his room.
"Was it..." Eijirio began to ask.
"Painful, long, and humiliating. See you on the flip side." The regularly excited Kaminari said, defeated.
Kirishima looked to Shoto, whom had been staring from the couches with some other students. He gulped in nerves and his friend nodded in a yeah-it's-gonna-hurt-but-you'll-live kind of manner. With nothing else to do, Kirishima followed Hizashi's beckoning wave and stepped into the elevator.
The metal doors closed and Eijirio took a deep breath. In comparison to Bakugo, Kirishima was level-headed, and in comparison to Kamianri, Kirishima was a fucking genius. That was why he used his full level of intellect to calmly and collectedly follow to Mic's office before stopping outside the door, hardening a fist into a point and aiming it at his pressure point on his temple.
"STOP." Came a voice, catching both Eijirio and Hizashi Yamada off guard. Yamda Sensei pushed open the door with his shirttail (thank Denki for the previous 500,000 volts) and Eijirio's full fleshy fist punched himself in the side of the head at the same instant.
"Ah, Shota. The handle is still hot." Yamada said, stopping the door with his foot, ignoring the hard THUNK he just heard of bony fist-to-temple contact
"Kirishima." Aizawa said, annoyed. "WHAT did you think would happen if you knocked yourself out?" His teacher advanced, hands clasped behind his back in a somehow threatening manner. "That you would avoid the punishment? Hm? That you would get to wake up in the infirmary and all would be well again?"
Eijirio rubbed the side of his face. Damn. That woulda hurt REALLY badly if just his bones could do this... imagine his fist as a rock... He looked back to Aizawa and was silent for a second in complemplation. He scratched the back of his head. "You know, Sensei... I don't think... I was thinking..."
"Imagine that." Aizawa said, deadpanned, but cold. His husband, Hizashi, however, was trying not to laugh at the boy's brutal honesty-turned-revelation. Shota caught the look on his lover's face, but ignored it. "Go take your punsihemnt and add a week to your grounding."
"Yes, sir." Kirishima nearly sighed.
Inside, Yamada Sensei prepared for the second bout of spanking discipline- the final event of the day before he could take off to the teacher's dorms and collapse into his husband's arms.
Eijirio, much like Denki, looked around the room a lot.
"Briefs and pants off, please." Mic said as he locked the door. "You're lucky Aizawa Sensei was making rounds. You could have been seriously injured."
"Yeah, I'll be sure to thank him, personally." Kirishima muttered, massaging out his fist. He pulled down his pants and folded them before stripping off his boxers and pulling down his shirt. Mic called him over and explained the process before making the first swat, right on the left cheek. Kirishima gasped and then angrily asked if that was where they were starting. Hizashi confirmed by continuing.
"Why the hell are you hitting me THERE so much?!" Eijirio yelped in pain and annoyance.
"The paddle will even it out." Yamada explained. "You see, the force of the paddle falls mostly on your right cheek and thighs, so fret not, my little listener. You will be sated soon."
"Yeah, great." Kirishima grumbled. "Ah!" His breath hitched when Mic Sensei moved to his thighs. He suddenly could not keep still.
With the threat of getting a ruler across the bottom of his feet if he kept on kicking, Eijirio tried to remain still. Finally, the clock marked fifteen minutes, and the teen boy got up, no longer caring about hiding himself, he rubbed the fire out of his cheeks and thighs.
"Forearms on the couch." Mic ordered.
"Can I have a minute?!" Eijirio whined, rubbing and trying to stay grounded on both feet instead of the small bouncing motion that he worried made him look like a little kid.
"You may but I worry you'll find the intensity only grows." Hizashi warned, sliding the wooden paddle off of the desk.
A heavy sigh of commitment and shame came from Kirishima and he bent over the couch, presenting the pro with an unwilling target. He was popped fifteen times from the top of his bottom to mid-thigh and back up. The sit-spots were the worst.
Yet, as promised, he was allowed up and clothes before he walked back to his dorm. He accepted the cup of rice and box of juice left on a tray outside of his room from Aizawa and brought it in to lay on his stomach. They had all been spanked now, and simlarly turned from hero wannabes to regular mortals with merely a hand, a paddle, and some humiliating circumstances.
"It's time for bed now." Yamada said, finally.
Eijirio turned to look at his window. "The sun's out still. Come on, man!"
"You have school tomorrow. Sleep well." Present Mic said with finality. He closed the door and left to check the halls.
Where'd Aizawa go?- Katsuki
I saw him leave for the school-Denki
When?- Katsuki
a few minutes after I got back.-Denki
Did Eijirio go yet?-Izuku
Yes.- Shoto
- no unread messages -
Kirishima looked at his phone.
I'm backkk.- Eijirio
Sore?- Denki
I vote next time we just get crucified.- Katsuki
Yeah.- Eijirio
Yeah, I'm sore. Not yeah I'm wanting to get crucified.- Eijirio
Ow.-Izuku
Ow.-Denki
Ow.-Shoto
Ow.- Eijirio
Pussies. -Katsuki