An alarm beeped over the doorway. It was five a.m. Someone was trying to get out. It woke Aizawa before his husband, but Nemuri was already on the scene.
"No, Bakugo. You can't go to the gym until seven a.m. and it's only five." Kayama said, exhausted. She was doing the paperwork for Shinso moving to the 1-A auxiliary dorm on the first floor. The spiky-headed hero trainee started to complain, loudly. She shook her head and repeated what she just said.
"Bakugo. Please lower your voice. We have a student sleeping." Aizawa said. "And mind your attitude. You're talking to a pro."
"It's not like they can hear me." Katsuki griped. "Unless that mind control freak moved in and-"
Mic had heard enough. "Watch your mouth. NOW. You're excused to your room. The gym is off-limits today."
Bakugo scoffed "Says who? It's Saturday. The gym is open all day."
"Not to you." Aizawa piped up, defending his husband's decision. "And I believe you were dismissed."
Katsuki stretched his neck and scratched the back of his head. "Respectfully, Senseis, I'm off nicotine and I'm suffering. I am going to the gym."
Kayama looked sideways at her co-teachers and unzipped her sleeve as she grabbed Bakugo's wrist.
"Wha-?!"
"Sleep." She ordered.
Quickly, Yamada held his breath and caught the teen by the back of his neck before picking up the sleeping body and carrying him to the R&C. Aizawa held the door and sighed. He looked over to see Shinso's shadow move from the bottom of the door frame to his room.
After being set on the couch, Katsuki was FAR too acquainted with, Aizawa exchanged an inside joke to Mic, wherein he would mimic rock-paper-scissors in a "loser has to deal with this." kind of manner.
Hizashi patted his chest and nodded. "I got this." he signed. Aizawa pulled his phone out of his pocket and sat in an armchair, babysitting Bakugo, switching places with Mic.
The voice hero rapped on Shinso's door. "Hitoshi. Open up." Silence. "Hitoshi, I know you're up. Come to the door and let me in. We need to talk."
"Sorry. I was asleep." Shinso said.
"Shinso Hitoshi, don't you ever lie to me." Yamada warned, pointing a finger in warning, before coming in. "Go sit on your bed."
The teenager sat, glumly, and tired.
"Did you or did you not go to sleep last night?" Hizashi asked. He didn't like being the "bad cop" or the "strict one", but Aizawa never got to be "good cop", so here goes nothing. He raised an eyebrow. "I need a response."
"I didn't sleep last night." Shinso admitted. "But I did sleep a little, but then I woke up when Bakugo was upset. I went to the door to listen and-"
"Where is your diaper?" Hizashi sighed.
"I took it off when I decided I wasn't going to sleep." Hitoshi admitted, head hung low. "I don't wanna wear one." He sighed, heavily.
Hizashi grabbed Shinso's desk chair and placed it in the center of the room. "And I don't want to spank you, Hitoshi, but you leave me no choice."
"I- no! Please no!" Shinso cried. "I'll do anything!"
"Up, come and pull down your pants and underwear to the the bare and don't make me count." Yamada ordered.
The waterworks began and oh, did they hurt Hizashi's heart. Shinso cried. "It's not my fault I have nightmares!" He wailed.
The instructor stood and towed the boy over. He covered his face with the sleeves of his hoodie and Mic sighed and took a seat after yanking down the sweatpants and undergarments and bending the boy over his lap. He rubbed a small circle on Hitoshi's back before announcing he was about to start. He received a small nod and a sniff.
THWACK!
"Ah!" Shinso cried out. He took a few more before he started trying to cover his bottom with his hand, which penalized him by having his wrist pinned back.
"Shinso Hitoshi, you lied to us and endangered yourself. You have earned this spanking, all on your own." Mic said. He lectured on several places that needed improvements before he allowed the boy to stand, pull up his pants and briefs, and lay down on his bed.
"You're grounded today. You can come out for breakfast in an hour, lunch at noon, and dinner at six. Other than that, you will be in your room, diaper on,because you will be sleeping to make up for last night and this morning."
Shinso thought about not wearing a diaper, but he knew that if he was checked on, he would receive the paddle and that seemed WORSE somehow than the humiliating hand spanking. He changed and Mic Sensei left.
At seven, it was time for Bakugo to wake up. He got a paddling and a talking to before being sent to his room for a day-long grounding, he was to forego an assembly, even. What a shame- after having had freedom since only Tuesday.
Speaking of free-from-groundings, Shoto Todoroki's father was finally able to come in to collect his older son's ID card and Enji was intent to see his son.
The number you have dialed has a voice mailbox
that has not been set up yet. Please dial back later or
press pound to leave a callback number BEEP
Enji groaned and pocketed his phone. Shoto had disconnected his voicemail. He pressed # and waited for a call back before giving up and pocketing his cellular device. Aizawa passed through the front doors of the dormitory for 1-A.
"Eraserhead." Enji greeted.
"Endeavor." Aizawa replied.
"I have called ahead. I would like a moment with my son, Shoto, and to restore my elder son's ID card."
Shota snapped. "The students have just finished an assembly. I was on my way to fetch them. I will nab Shoto for you. If you don't mind, the Discipline Room should be open for you to meet with him. Parents are not permitted in the students rooms unless it is visiting hours, I'm afraid."
Enji nodded. "The Discipline Room sounds more along the lines of what I need anyways. Thank you." The Number One Hero thanked, as he was let in by Aizawa.
Shoto looked at his phone. Izuku was looking over at his friend. "What's wrong?"
"My father called... again." Todoroki said, sadly. "He's here to collect Natsuo's ID card."
"Oh, if that's all-" Midoriya trailed off. "Oh. That's not all."
"Yeah, I think I'm in for a spanking." He sighed.
"Todoroki!" Came a call. It was Aizawa.
"Aizawa Sensei- yes?"
"Come." The pro hero gestured. "Your father is here." He announced when Shoto broke formation to join his instructor. "Go straight to the R&C."
"Yessir." Shoto bowed. He left quickly.
The door opened to the Reflection and Correction room and Enji looked up from his phone.
"You were SELLING CIGARETTES?!" Enji boomed.
Present Mic had stopped by and handed over the necessary paperwork and ID card. Enji had been so angry reading the paper, the edges of the report were singed.
He set it down and grabbed Todoroki by the upper arm, practically picking up his youngest, and dragging him on the balls of his feet as he shuffled to keep up, over to the couch.
"Undress. Now." Enji demanded.
"DaaaaAaaaAd." Shoto whined.
He received a hard swat to his rear, nearly knocking him over. Shoto switched gears.
"Act your age and explain yourself!" Enji shouted.
"It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It was supposed to be a one-time gig." Shoto explained.
Spankings from Endeavor were the worst for many reasons- one of the was because the pro hero's hand was big enough to cover more than half of Shoto's naughty bottom. In one hit.
The teen was rubbing his bottom, thinking he might get out of it if he just said the right thing. "I learned my lesson. It won't happen again."
"No." Enji said. "You WILL learn your lesson. Come here."
Shoto was fifteen and he was still spanked at home. Most of the kids, except for Bakugo, didn't get spankings at home anymore, only the very judicial spankings at school and they were rare so essentially, most kids stopped getting spankings when they were kids. Shoto HATED his home spankings the most, however, because they were practically designed to humiliate. He was not allowed to rub his spanked bottom in front of his father, he had to stand in the corner, and worst of all, his father was always the one to unzip and pull down his pants.
Finally, it was time to face the repercussions of his actions. This. Sucks. Shoto thought, as his eyes burned with un-cried tears of humiliation. He balled up his fists to his sides as his father puled the waistband and unzipped the fly, yanked down Todoroki's pants to his ankles, and then his boxer briefs.
"Step out and fold them." Enji ordered.
"I know, Father!" Shoto snapped.
Endeavor slapped the boy's bare bottom and pulled the teen over his lap. "Don't get fresh with me, boy."
For fifteen minutes, a minute per year of life, Enji Todoroki wailed on Shoto's bottom before standing up his son and sending him to stick his nose in a corner.
Before too long, Enji received a call for trouble in Tokyo Bay that he had to attend to. He lectured Shoto once more and then left.
Aizawa came in and Shoto was still standing in the corner.
"Todoroki. You're dismissed. Please put your pants on and go to your room."
Silence... and then a sniffle and a nod. Shoto pulled on his clothes and exited the room. He prayed that he could cry on his own and not be bothered.