Dear Lord, the POUTING was driving Aizawa insane. There were few things that annoyed the man to the edge, but pouting teens before deserved punishment was one of them. He was not about to let this kid manipulate him into feeling like he was the bully here.
"Have a seat." Was all Aizawa said. It was eerily quiet in the room as Aizawa unlocked the top drawer of his desk that contained the disciplinary object of dread: The paddle. He opened the drawer and placed the oakwood paddle on the top of the desk before closing the drawer. Bakugo squirmed as little as possible but having diaper rash was truly miserable.
"Katsuki Bakugo." Shota Aizawa began. "You have not been taking care of yourself, and you have done nothing to support those around you. By that, your bullying has become worse, your temper shorter, as you alone have made the decision to bottle up your feelings. As repercussions for refusing to talk, and for throwing attitude with me and refusing to take care of your physical needs, you will be receiving a spanking. Do you understand me?"
Bakugo stared blankly forwards, trying not to wiggle. He straightened up. "Yes, Sensei."
At the invitation to stand, Katsuki did so and followed through picking up the paddle and bringing it to Aizawa, who was sitting on the couch now, receiving and then placing the paddle on the couchside table.
"I believe Yamada-Sensei has straightened you out before?" Aizawa asked.
Bakugo nodded after a second of scowling. It was a month before the training camp. The teen set fire to a notebook of Midoriya's and threw it out the window. He had received a VERY long spanking and by the end babbled like a baby. Katsuki refused to talk about it and Hizashi Yamada was very polite and protective of the boy's discipline-receiving-behavior; instead telling Shota Aizawa that the boy was 'openly remorseful'.
"THAT will feel like a gentle pat to your rear when I am done." Aizawa promised.
Ah, yes, that did it. Finally, the steely resolve of the teen flickered for a second as he winced, thinking about the demise of his bottom, soon-to-be.
I'm sorry.
It was all that he had to say to lessen the blow but he just could not will himself to say it. He looked like he was going to throw up but instead he narrowed his eyes. Do your worst. He almost said, holding words back only so that he didn't start shouting.
Aizawa explained the procedure and his expectations. Bakugo nodded. But when the time came for Bakugo to pull his pants down, the boy froze in fear.
"It was like he was stuck as a little boy again." Hizashi told Shota as they sat and drank tea in the teacher's lounge. Yamada wanted to fill-in Aizawa on how Bakugo took the punishments. "He acts up in English class- too big for his britches so-to-say, and then when he has to face a spanking, he just freezes up. I think his parents stopped disciplining him when he got his quirk. Around seven years of age or so."
The memory came back to Aizawa who decided his patience was spent with young teenagers that decided to act like little children- picking on the others, refusing to listen, and throwing angry tantrums.
"Come here." Aizawa said. He hooked the end of his index and middle fingers into the waistband of the boy's pants and yanked them down. Bakugo sprung back to life.
"I can do it myself!" He shouted, but he inadvertently grabbed the waistband and pulled them back up. He realized his mistake and recognized that he was screwed. Everything was about to hurt. Submitted, he pulled down his sweatpants and stepped out of them before folding them and placing them on the desk. He was so mad. He wanted to just run away and scream at the pier, a mile away. He thought about bolting but he had just surrendered his pants. FUCK THIS! He was going to be a fucking hero. Then he could do anything.
It became apparent that Katsuki Bakugo could not do one thing, however. He could not pull his underwear down. He hadn't checked to see what the rash looked like. He didn't have a mirror in his room, and he tried not to look down in the gym showers. He slowly kicked off his sandals. It was really going to happen…
"Just come here." Aizawa took pity. "Yes, hands to your sides, please." He yanked the boy's orange and green plaid boxers down to his ankles. "Go put them with your pants." He ordered.
The rash itself was exactly where you'd expect a diaper rash to be and it stayed mostly between the boy's legs, making him walk, uncomfortably. He let himself be pulled across Aizawa's lap.
Bakugo bit his index knuckle to pacify himself. He was ready for the harsh blow. When it came, he still jumped. And that was where Aizawa Sensei was STARTING?!
"You need to take better care of yourself." The instructor lectured as his hand came down with such power, Bakugo thought he'd break down already. He tried to focus on the words and not the pain, but it was hard. He was also really irritated between his legs and thought hard and long on how unfair it was to have his cheeks burn so badly to match everything else that hurt. Everything was going to be red and sore in his diaper tonight. The knot in his throat formed with the first tears.
Soon after he had lost himself in thought, he heard his name. Aizawa had paused.
"Bakugo? Are you listening?"
The teen nodded.
Aizawa picked back up. "Repeat everything I just said." His swats fell with force. "You can't can you? Stand up."
Bakugo caught another hard sob in his throat and sniffed as he stood up. He really needed to move around to satisfy the annoying burn and itch that plagued him. He was ordered to place his hands on the desk and spread his legs apart.
"Bend over." Came the order from his teacher, with a hand pushing between his shoulder blades of his tank top- his sole article of clothing on. "I told you to spread your legs, now, didn't I? Hm." Aizawa repeated, annoyed.
THWACK!
"Agh!" Bakugo cried out. "Fuck! Not so hard! I'm sorry!"
THWACK!
"Silence." Shota ordered. Katsuki whimpered. "If you responded to my instructions earlier, you wouldn't be here. Now."
THWACK!
Katsuki jumped.
"Every night, after you complete your homework and are preparing for bed, you will do as appropriate."
THWACK!
"That means the prescription cream and powder. If people have a solution that works and have offered it to you, you had best considered it."
THWACK!
"You will keep yourself maintained to your room each and every night. I'm not coming out to find you and Todoroki fighting in the lawn again, understood."
"Yeah—"
THWACK!
"—FUCK!" Katsuki shouted.
"Silence."
THWACK!
"And if you are having unsafe thoughts, you will come directly to me or Mic or All Might, do you understand?"
Aizawa paused. He wanted the teen to not just be agreeing for any reason- to ensure that the boy truly knew to come to a staff member if his mental health was declining.
"Yes." Bakugo replied, quietly, unable to do anything other than cry.
THWACK!
"Good. Now go get dressed. It's time for bed."
Katsuki wanted to mention that it was still just dusk outside, but he was miserable.
Aizawa locked the paddle away in the drawer and pulled the key out. Katsuki was now sobbing on his knees. He had just pulled up his boxers. He scrubbed away the tears on his face with his fists.
"Stand up." Aizawa said, softly. He gave the boy a hug. "Are you going to take care of yourself?"
"Yes, Sensei." Bakugo agreed. Though admittedly, he'd have agreed to anything at that point. He was so sore.
The instructor helped by handing over the sweatpants to Katsuki and straightening out the coffee table that stood in front of the couch in his office.
"Then let's get you to you room and changed. Your classmates are at dinner. Would you like to go there or have something brought to your room?"
Bakugo thought. Well, he was so sore he wasn't… anything else. Hungry? Thirsty? Even itchy. He was at a terrible kind of peace. He responded. "No, I have protein bars and power drinks in my room. That's what I usually eat in place of breakfast."
They walked out into the empty school hallway. "Remember. No gym until you are healed." Aizawa reminded. "You can eat a full breakfast now."
"Great." Bakugo griped. Slowly but surely, they made their way to the dorms.
"Now- about getting changed for bed-"
