A few days passed. Eijirio and Denki were miraculously cured of bad behavior and Katsuki was grumpy but officially weaned off of cigarettes. Shinso was still wetting the bed, but so was Midoriya. Shota Aizawa felt that he had won some battles, but was ultimately losing the war against keeping his kids in line. It was a Wednesday. School had just begun.
"Everyone sit. Class began two minutes ago." Aizawa demanded. He sighed. "Where are Midoriya and Bakugo? Tell me now."
Tenya raised his hand. "They're in the infirmary, sir."
"Why?" Shota asked, directly.
Silence fell upon the teens.
"Yaoyurozu. Tell me."
She sighed. "They had a milk drinking contest at breakfast."
Confusion fell over Aizawa.
She continued. "They're lactose intolerant."
"Oh GOD." Aizawa said, grabbing his clipboard and packing it in his bag. "Iida. Begin reading from your textbook. Chapter 9. There will be a quiz when I'm back. Yaoyurozu- get All Might from the teacher's lounge and ask him to substitute."
He left, quickly, and stalked across the campus to the infirmary and punched in the code to the back door, which was the fastest way in and only used by staff.
Both boys were sitting on the same bed, with plastic buckets in front of them.
"I won." Bakugo said, before retching.
"Lovely." Aizawa muttered. He set down his bag. "What is the meaning of this?" He asked. "You have endangered yourselves over a contest to see who could POISON themselves the QUICKEST?!"
Izuku looked up. "Sorry, Mr. Aizawa."
"Yeah." Katsuki said, before spitting.
Recovery Girl was prepping an oral syringe of candy-flavored syrup and handed one to each boy before they squeezed the tube's piston and took the shot of medicine. Instant relief fell upon them.
Hurriedly, the old infirmary caretaker shuffled the boys out of her clinic and they dragged behind Aizawa. "Today, gentlemen."
"Are we going to the R&C or somethin'?" Bakugo asked, hands jammed in the pockets of his uniform pants. Midoriya was wringing out his hands and sidled up to Shota's pace.
Aizawa looked down to see Izuku. He ordered Katsuki to hurry up before adding a "Yes."
Midoriya shook his head out quickly. He panicked and was trying to remain calm. "But that just guarantees paperwork for discipline- not necessarily a spanking... right?" He asked.
Aizawa opened the door to the dorms with his ID card and held the door, ushering the boys into the ground floor lobby of the dorms and straight in to the Discipline Room.
"So what's the plan?" Katsuki skulked, spinning the pen around his thumb and leaning back in the chair.
"As always." Aizawa said, setting down two pages in front of the boys, who sat beside each other, looking guiltier than before (though not much for Bakugo). "Reflection and Correction."
Disciplinary Action Notice and Statement Report
Izuku swallowed. HE understood- but did Kacchan? It was a DANS Report. That almost ALWAYS meant a spanking.
"I-" Midoriya began. He held his tongue instead. He WAS going to argue, but Bakugo already was leaping into the metaphorical fire.
"You checked off "damage or endangerment to self or others," Sensei?! WE DRANK MILK!" Katsuki argued. "That's a spanking offense for NO reason."
"Watch yourself." Aizawa said, hair raised, pulling on his capture weapon. "I think you accurately read the reasoning. So you're done with your statement?"
Midoriya nodded. Bakugo shoved the paper away. "I'm not signing shit. I don't consent."
Aizawa said nothing, but collected the papers from the boys and read Izuku's statement. It was silent for a bit. He then looked at Katsuki's blank masterpiece.
"You need knocked down a few pegs, Young Bakugo. I'm afraid that you're getting a bit big for your britches. Midoriya-"
"Sir!" Izuku stood, at attention.
"Go find a corner and stick your nose in it. It will be a while." Aizawa said, handing back the statement. "Drop this off in the folder atop the filling cabinet."
"Yes sir." Midoriya said, scurrying off.
Bakugo was now shaking the slightest bit. "You can't spank me. I don't consent." He said, angrily.
"Which is why your parents signed- officially giving authorization."
Katsuki thought back to the spankings he regularly got at home from his father. A belt to a naughty bottom, leaving him sleeping on his stomach. He shivered and stood.
"Do your worst." Katsuki said, as Aizawa unlocked the paddle from a drawer.
Aizawa said nothing as he walked across the room. He was going to make Bakugo regret his behavior before the spanking even began.
Wordlessly, Aizawa sat on the couch and pointed. "Come here, Bakugo."
Katsuki obeyed. He was ordered to strip down and the objections started. "I- But- Stupid Deku's here, and-"
"Do you need me to do it for you?" Shota asked the boy.
Katsuki glared and unbuckled his belt before pulling the waistband down and then his underwear. He covered his genitals with his hands. Aizawa explained that they were permitted to give spankings without implement for up to a minute per year of life. That would be fifteen minutes of spanking by hand if Aizawa believed Bakugo needed it.
"Now tell me Bakugo- why are you getting this spanking?" Aizawa asked, pulling the teen off-balance and over his lap before landing the first swat.
"Ah! You didn't ask me questions last time!" Katsuki complained, loudly, while trying to silence himself at the same time. "I already told you. I DRANK MILK. There's no way that can be endangerment."
Swats were making their mark, repeatedly. It was making an impression, which was why Bakugo was getting angrier. Aizawa lifted his right knee, slightly, tipping the teen ever-so downward until the boy was having his thighs smacked and THAT hurts.
"I am missing giving instruction time to your fellow classmates, thereby hindering the progress of future heroes. Do you really think that you want them stalled?"
"I don't give a damn about the others!" Katsuki bellowed, getting swats to his sit-spots. "Ah! Ah! STOP!" He began.
Aizawa saw the boy's behind turning reddish-purple. He decided to stop. "Ok." He said. "Go get the paddle."
"Ow! I'm not some dog." Bakugo said, rubbing out the sting. "I don't GET things for people."
"Fear is only natural." Aizawa said, standing. He seized Bakugo's wrist that was rubbing out his bottom and advised against letting the skin rest too long.
Katsuki pulled it back and turned to get the paddle. "I'm. NOT. Scared." He said. "I'm angry."
Finally, he handed the paddle to Aizawa and prepared to bend over the couch.
"Nope. Stop right there." Aizawa said. "Severely entitled boys don't get to bend over the couch. They get to take it over my lap."
"I'm not entitled. Again- angry." Katsuki said, while being marched over to the front of the couch, now by the ear. He protested loudly.
"This next move is gonna hurt." Shota warned Bakugo, before he raked his fingernails moderately across Katsuki's bottom skin.
"Ah! Wha-" Bakugo exclaimed, confused.
"I'm waking the nerves." Aizawa explained. "Enjoy." He continued to smack the boy's naughty and entitled bottom until the final swats made tears fall out of the teen's eyes. "Get up. Go find yourself a corner and stick your nose in it and don't LET me catch you rubbing." Shota said, angrily, giving a final swat to send the boy off.
Midoriya, meanwhile fell over trying to take his shoes off and was ordered to sit down and do it. Obediently, he plopped onto the floor and pulled off his socks and pants before standing to pull his briefs down. He stepped out of them and awkwardly folded them before covering himself out of embarrassment. It wasn't long before Aizawa ordered Izuku to grab onto the couch and present the target that was his bottom. THWACK! He got the first smack.
"Ah!" Deku cried out. He took the next swat. "Mr.- Mr. Aizawa! I need to rub it!"
"You do not want to let the skin rest." Aizawa said. "Trust me, Midoriya."
"I'll never drink milk again." Izuku said after getting the final smack. He walked to the corner and leaned his whole body weight on his forehead, against a square inch piece of wall, before letting his arms hang loose.
"Straighten up, Midoriya." Aizawa said. "And Bakugo- get dressed."
Katsuki angrily snatched his clothes up. During his corner-time, he had gotten a random boner and was at half-mast down below. He didn't want anyone to see so he dressed VERY quickly before asking permission to go to class. Izuku followed after his fifteen minutes was up and he signed the final form to confirm no bruising occurred.
Mic found Eraserhead in the teacher's lounge after work that day.
"Long day, eh?" He asked, setting down his paperwork.
"Yup." Aizawa sighed, craning his neck back against the couch.
"Hold on for a little longer." Toshinori, All Might, said, with a sigh.
"Why's that?" Shota asked, now pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off a headache. He could not have sounded more annoyed.
"Kaminari's locked himself in the garbage bin out behind the dorms." All Might responded.
"Great." Aizawa said, standing.
"I got it, my favorite listener." Hizashi said, kissing Shota's forehead from behind the couch.
"Expel him." Aizawa said to a leaving Yamada.
Present Mic just laughed.