"Kaminari and Kirishima. Gentlemen." Aizawa began. "This is your final paddling for the semester. If I see you back here for so much as a swat with my hand, I am recommending you for expulsion. Am I understood?"
The boys nodded.
"Kirishima first. Strip down and fold your clothes. You may place them on the table in front of the couch. Kaminari, go find a corner and stick your nose in it."
Without hesitation, the boys followed their instructions; Eijirio pulling down his gym shorts, and Denki stumbling over his feet to rush to a corner by the door.
"Sign here." Aizawa instructed, leaving a pen, before walking to where Kaminari stood to unlock the paddle. When he returned, Kirishima was in position, head down, grabbing the couch, and presenting his bent-over bottom. "Ten swats. I will not stop. If you attempt to rub out your bottom or kick your legs, I will simply add more. Spread your legs. I won't have you falling over. Good."
THWACK! Eijirio thought that he was ready for the sting, but no one could possibly be ready for the thousands of bee stings that was a paddle swat.
"Ah!" He cried out.
THWACK! Another fell. Denki was scared, in the corner.
THWACK! The lecture began. THWACK! It continued for another six
"I'm sorry." Kirirshima eventually said, swapping places with Kamianri, who was shaking.
Denki pulled down his shorts and blushed. Of course he was wearing briefs today. Like a damn kid. He hooked his thumbs in his briefs and pulled them down before folding them and placing them on the table in front of the couch. He came back around, hands covering his genitals and faced the back of the couch before placing his hands on said couch and weakly standing. He bent at the knees- the nerves were so bad.
"Can you stand for the next thirty seconds?" Aizawa asked, no inflection in his voice.
Denki looked over his shoulder. "I think I'm just nervous." He nodded after thought. "Yes, Sensei."
THWACK! Kaminari bit his lip and hummed what would have been a shout. THWACK! Came the second. His knees bent. "I'm sorry!" He shouted.
Aizawa didn't miss a beat. He turned the boy to the side and wrapped an arm across the boy's chest, under the armpits, and leaned Denki across his thigh, delivering the final eight swats in rapid succession, while Kaminari, unprepared for the speed and severity, shouted out and stamped his feet. Aizawa tossed the paddle onto the couch and stood Denki up, who looked at the ceiling and cried.
Kirishima didn't dare look away from the corner.
"Get dressed, gentlemen."
Monday arrived and some students sat in their seats better than others. One student seeming to wiggle was none other than Izuku Midoriya.
"You're dismissed for lunch. Midoriya, stay back."
The class got up and packed their bags before leaving them, safely at their seats for their return from the cafeteria. Uraraka waited by her friend. "Want me to wait for you?" She asked.
"Yeah, that'd be great." Izuku said.
Aizawa was thumbing through some paperwork in his bag. Mic handed over the discipline reports last night. If Midoriya got a spanking from anyone, he should see it there.
Ochaco waited patiently by the door. Aizawa turned. "It'll be a while, Uraraka. Please go to lunch. You can always save him a seat."
Ok. So Mr. Aizawa wants to talk to me but it's not quick... what could I have done? Izuku thought.
"Midoriya." Aizawa said, looking to the boy. "I've noticed you're not sitting well. Have you been disciplined?"
Izuku blushed and looked away. "No, sir."
"You were sleeping in class, too. Unacceptable." The teacher continued. "Do I need to talk with All Might about suspending such demanding training?" He asked.
"No! No!" Midoriya panicked before controlling himself. "It's nighttime. I still have nightmares."
"Are you wearing your diapers?" Mr. Aizawa inquired, already knowing the problem- the boy wasn't wearing them. He knew because a week ago came the delivery notification to the student clinic that Midoriya's tabbed briefs arrived. He must not have picked them up. If he was still having nightmares, he was wetting his mattress and up at night doing laundry: he had diaper rash from laying in urine.
"Well-" Izuku began.
"Lunch. Now. Then English is after lunch. It is the only time I can discipline you. You will go straight from the Discipline Room to the nurses office. I want you tested for any bacterial infection and you need to pick up your diapers. If this happens one more time, I am switching your room with Shinso Hitoshi's."
Midoriya looked like he was about to cry. "But I've NEVER had a spanking."
"Well consider yourself lucky you've had a run this long. I expect you in the R&C after lunch."
And with that, Izuku disappeared to eat lunch with a stomach full of nerves.
He met up with Tenya Iida and Ochaco Uraraka but didn't have the heart to tell them what was wrong. He lied, instead. "Yeah, I have some paperwork to do."
That seemed to get the group off his back.
As soon as lunch was finished, Midoriya made his way to the dormitory and signed in at the front desk. He knocked on the door to the Discipline Room and was let in. Mr. Aizawa was in a grumpy mood, but not angry, which Izuku took as a good sign.
While Aizawa Sensei detailed the paddling, Midoriya began to panic. "But I don't even let people see me shirtless!"
"Well that's something you have two minutes to get over with." The instructor said, all while doing paperwork. He gave the sheet for Izuku to sign and then expected the boy to be undressed by the time he turned around. Midoriya stood frozen.
"Can't I just take extra with my clothes on?" Izuku stammered. He tried to sound like a trained diplomat, navigating a crisis with an extremist, but in reality, he was just a student facing a spanking.
"You take them off, or I take them off for you. Understood?" Aizawa asked, voice lowered. "And that's an extra five for insolence."
"Yessir!" Midoriya gulped, fidgeting with his fly. He shucked off his pants and then his boxers and folded them. He held them in his hands like a tray. "Where do I-"
"On the table and then brace on the back of the couch. You will receive fifteen strokes. It will be unpleasant. It will hurt. You may cry. I will not stop. However, you may be dismissed after we see Recovery Girl. Am I understood?" Aizawa instructed.
Izuku swallowed and braced against the couch, widening his stance. The first smack landed. THWACK! And then the second THWACK! Midoriya gripped the leather couch until he could feel his fingernails begin to bend. THWACK! He cried out but did not let go. THWACK! The burning began to set in. THWACK! Like hot lava thrown against his backside. THWACK! He identified what made it hurt so badly: It was a mixture of stinging and burning.
Through it all, the worst part was absolutely the tops of the thighs and the sit-spots. He cried and when the spanking was over, he rubbed at his eyes. His teacher put a hand on his upper back, between his shoulder blades, and that simple touch comforted him, greatly. He stood up straight and fetched his clothes, putting on his boxers and then his uniform pants.
"Let's go." Aizawa directed, opening the door to the Discipline Room and shutting off the lights.
Moments later, Izuku was once again bright red in humiliation. Aizawa was on the other side of a curtain, but he could still hear everything.
"Go ahead and undress and put a gown on, sweetie. I know it's a lot." Recovery Girl soothed. Midoriya nodded and took off his tie before unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his pants. He put on the gown and then pulled off his boxers. She appeared back in the room, shortly after.
"Go ahead and bend over the edge of the bed." She said.
"I'm not getting another, am I?" Izuku feared.
The nurse laughed, lightly. "Misbehaved, now did you? No, no. I am checking you for a bacterial infection. It happens when you don't wear your diapers."
"I can just start wearing them aga-" Midoriya argued, trying not to expose the itchy rash AGAIN.
"Behave, Midoriya." Aizawa said, sternly, making Izuku sigh and bend over the edge of the bed.
Recovery Girl slipped on latex gloves and moved the gown before inspecting his front and back. "Do you have a fever?" She asked.
"Not a high one." Izuku admitted. "But I get really sweaty at night and I get kind of chilly in class."
"Yes, you have an infection." Recovery Girl admitted. "It's very red."
"Well I got my bottom smacked pretty good-" Midoriya tried.
"I'll give you an antibiotics gummy. Take one at night and one every morning for a week." Recovery Girl said. She moved the curtain back, where Mr. Aizawa was standing with his arms crossed. He looked to the other adult in the room.
"I'll see to it that he does. And could I trouble you for his package?"
Midoriya returned with his teacher and a small tube of antibiotic ointment. Aizawa placed the box down on Izuku's bed, when they returned to the dorm.
"I will be back at 8pm to watch you take the medication and ensure you are diapered. Am I understood?" He asked.
Izuku nodded.
"Good." Aizawa said. "Go take a nap. Your emotions are too high."
Izuku nodded... again.