Kirishima and Todoroki waited for Bakugo to stand and only after he did, did they. Shota found a problem with that- they idolized Katsuki and he was probably the "ring-leader" of the group.
Kaminari was left sitting in his spot. He finally stood when the others were gone and pushed in his chair with the hand that did not have the written statement.
Once the room was cleared, Aizawa ordered the boy to place his forearms on the couch after pulling down his pants and boxers. He gulped and nodded, facing the couch and fiddled with the buckle on his belt. He had ditched his jacket some time before smoking and loosened his tie.
Shota was in no rush, reading through the student's report. Todoroki had bought the cigarettes- Kaminari didn't know how- and it was Bakugo's idea to smoke. Denki and Eijirio had caught him with the pack and decided to try. It had been two weeks.
The part about it having been morning and night for two weeks pissed Aizawa off. How did he not know? Hm. Everything else he had been right on, however. The great Eraserhead set down the paper atop a filing cabinet in a folder that Mic would have to go through, and he took the key off of his lanyard that unlocked the drawer with the oak wood paddle.
"Denki Kaminari, this is not your first meeting with the paddle, but it's been some time. I will remind you of three things: I will not be unfair, I will not bruise you, and I will not stop until I am done. Should you try to intervene, I will add to the number of strokes. You and the other boys will accept 20 swats. It will sting, it will hurt, and you may cry, but I reiterate: you can not stop this now. The decision to partake as a minor in smoking tobacco products on school property for weeks has come to an end. Spread your legs to a shoulder-width apart."
The boy did so and took a deep breath. Aizawa wasted no time. He took a breath, before he swung the paddle and popped across the center of Denki's backside.A satisfying CRACK! Was heard. Kaminari bent at the knees.
"Ow! Fuck!" He cried out, a hand flying backwards to cover his bottom, but he remembered and quickly assumed his position once more. Two and three came over the left and right cheeks. Four was at the bottom of his cheeks. Five hit his thighs and Kaminari howled. He was doing that thing that the boys always did, where they hopped from foot to foot, but kept the balls of their feet planted.
The instructor wondered if he had a stronger arm than his teachers. He, himself, was paddled, too, back in the day, but they hardly had the nice flashy dorms with private "reflection and correction" rooms. Back in Aizawa's day, it was a paddling up in front of the class or in an office. He had one of each- once he got a couple swats with Mic up front for disrupting (which was still Hizashi's fault) and once in an office with a math teacher. He was pretty sure he didn't cry either time, but he knew that to be rare in itself.
When the final blow landed, Kaminari's bottom was red-turning-purple. That was typical for about twenty smacks. He got a swat on his hands with a ruler for rubbing his bottom.
Worth it. Denki thought, having assuaged his burn the smallest bit with the rub-out that he was able to sneak by. He looked behind to inspect his bottom before tenderly pulling the fabric of his boxers over his bottom. That made it sting like a thousand bees.
"Can I just go upstairs in my boxers?" He asked, sheepishly.
"No." Aizawa replied, circling his finger to show that he wanted the boy to hurry up. Kaminari scrambled and left to go upstairs.
Hizashi Yamada stood outside the door, leaning casually against the wall, adjacent. He stood. "Ready to go to bed?" He asked.
"It's only seven!" Denki whined. "Do I have to?"
"Hey. You chose to act impulsively like a kid- now you get to go to bed like a kid." Mic shrugged.
Kaminari's shoulder's dropped and he followed, stiffly, up the elevator. When he arrived at his room, he punched in the combination, and walked in. Yamada pulled back the covers while Denki dropped his pants and boxers.
"Don't you want privacy?" Hizashi asked.
"I'm over it." Denki shrugged, laying on his stomach, and pulling out his phone.
"I'll take that." Mic said, holding out his hand.
Obediently, the teen handed over his phone and shoved his face in his pillow. "I'M SO BORED!" He screamed.
"Then study." Came a voice of a passing Eraserhead, whom was headed to get Kirishima, next door.
Kirishima fell off his bed when Aizawa knocked. He was hanging up a poster of Crimson Riot- his favorite hero- one he let down, in his own mind. He sighed. "Duty calls." He saluted to the static image. Eijirio opened the door and hung his head.
"Let's go." Shota said, beckoning the boy. Kirishima obeyed and followed down the elevator to the first floor and into the discipline room. He had his statement read and re-attested that it was true, before tripping down to his bare bottom. He had already changed into civilian clothes and smartly had put on basketball shorts with boxers, which would be looser and lighter than khaki uniform pants.
Eijirio took the first six smacks fine, but when Aizawa started from the top again and went over already raw skin, he lost it, bawling his eyes out.
"Stop! Please!" He begged.
This was no fun for Aizawa to begin with, disciplining his students. His heart hurt for the boy: an idiot that had potential to be a leader, but was so obsessed with following Bakugo and the "in-crowd" that he often lost sight.
"I warned you, same as Kaminari, and the same as I will with Todoroki and Bakugo: I'm not stopping until I'm finished and believe me... it's best not to let the skin rest."
Kirishima punched the couch in frustration, getting a harder pop from Aizawa in return.
"Control yourself, Eijrio." Shota warned, coldly.
"Aw, man. Crying ain't manly." Kirishima whined, wiping his eyes on his shirt sleeve and sniffing.
Aizawa reminded the teen that crying is healthy to an extent. He thought about All Might confronting him. Everything I do makes Young Midoriya cry-happy, sad, tired... how do I stop it?Is it me?
Shota focused back on giving the last five swats to the boy before letting him get dressed and heading out to be walked out by Hizashi. Eijirio walked, sorely, to the elevator.
That was it for the boys who just "threw in with it"- Kaminari and Kirishima had a habit of following into stupid shit. Aizawa hoped, for their sake, and maybe his, that they would pick better role models, or at least idolize the better parts of such people.
The Class 1-A Homeroom teacher was exhausted. Still two more. He frowned.
Todoroki's claim was honest, entirely. From having used his brother's college ID, how he got the cigarettes mailed, his disinterest in smoking them: all of it. Bakugo's was honest, mostly. He scribbled something out in pen and then wrote "two weeks only"... That was suspicious, seeing as Todoroki reportedly bought them a month ago and Kirishima and Kaminari had only found out and JOINED two weeks ago. Also, who adds "only".
"Two weeks only." Aizawa read, suspiciously. He sighed. A knock sounded before the door opened. It was Mic with Todoroki. Hm. Suspicions would have to wait.