Here is another chapter of 'The Uncommon Weekend!' with OOC Izuku x OOC Nemuri. Enjoy!

He was the first to wake up on this particular Sunday morning. At the Midoriya residence, Sunday was more of a reserved day when the family spends the day together. Fortunately, he told his parents in advance of the upcoming day. Although they were not happy about him missing out on their weekly ritual, they understood that it was for a good cause. He blushed how his mother finds him very responsible for doing a good deed. His father, as well, was approved by his son's responsibility. Although proud of the compliments, his feelings remained contrasted. Mostly because of the undercurrent of his return to Kayama-sensei.

As he got his bike from his garage to make the thirty-minute trek to Kayama-sensei's house, he tried his best to keep his intentions pure. He was going to help Kayama-sensei with the swimming pool and some additional help. There was no intention of catching her in compromising positions without her permission. There were no intentions of taking risque photos of his teacher in lieu of peer pressure and avoidance of future teasing. There was zero chance. He could fill a book of excuses and still wouldn't fill the volume of his ill intent.

Go to her house. Take care of her responsibilities. If the opportunity arises, take a picture of her. Just one, then I can give it to those boys and I can move on with my life. Yeah, one thing. Even Saints have committed sins at some point in their life.

As much he wanted to convince himself or find excuses of any wrongdoing, it was too late to further think as his bike made it to the driveway of her cottage. He decided upon himself to come over around eight in the morning. Although a bit early for some, he hoped that it was suitable enough to take care of his business. Also, with summer looming, temperatures began rising. He looked to the sky as if he waiting for a sign of divine intervention.

He didn't get that chance. He heard the front door opened.

"Izuku, I didn't expect you to come this early," answered Kayama-sensei.

His eyes widened when he saw his teacher wearing nothing but a bathrobe. It wasn't just the bathrobe that got his attention. It was how it hugged around her. It wrapped, rather enveloped tightly around areas where it counted the most. Once again, he was very fortunate of wearing the same clothes from yesterday; or else she would have seen something else stirring in the early morning.

"I am sorry," replied Izuku. "If you want me to, I can wait out here until you are ready."

She put her hand to her lip. "What do you think I am, a master mistreating her servant?" She extended her hand. "Come on in. I am in the middle of breakfast."

He nodded his head. He went to the side of the house where he dropped off his bike. As he was returning to the front door, he received a text. It was from Katsuki.

Good morning, bro. Just checking up on any updates of our debut gravure.

Izuku hit his head in frustration. He texted back.

Give me a few hours. I will let you know then.

He turned off his phone, ensuring that he wouldn't get any disturbance until the deed was done. In his back pocket, he had a camera that he borrowed from his classmate, Itsuka Kendou. The night before, she asked why he wanted to borrow her camera. His response was for research. She shrugged as she gave it to him, promising that he returned it when he came back to school.

He entered the cottage as he caught the scent of breakfast coming from the kitchen. A familiar scent of home as he entered the kitchen he had lunch the previous day. He saw her cooking on the stove.

"Have a seat," she told Izuku before turning around to the stove. The green-haired teen sat where he saw that she already had plates set. It was surprising because she said that she wasn't expecting him. Yet, she already had things ready for two people. He tried not to let it discern him.

"Were you expecting company," asked Izuku.

She turned. "What was that, dear?"

"I saw that you already had dishes set out. Just wondering is all."

She chuckled. "I always do that. It is just a habit of mine is all."

"Any particular reason?"

She put her finger to a lip with curiosity. "Nope, just because." She changed the subject. "Now, do you want your bacon with toast or English muffin?"

Knowing that she wasn't going any further with it, he shook it off. "English muffin."

After breakfast, he went to the bathroom where he washed his hands. He found it convenient that it was directly across from the kitchen. As he was washing his hands, he heard his sensei calling his name.

"When you are finished, can you help me in the other room," she asked. "It is about that favor I told you about yesterday, remember?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Izuku as he was finishing washing his hands. He reached for the towel to dry off. He was going to leave until something caught his eye. On the shower rod, he saw a pair of pantyhose hanging. It wasn't his first seeing pantyhose; living in a house of women accustomed him to it, but it was because it belonged to Kayama-sensei.

He gulped as he tiptoed to the hanging garment on the shower rod. He felt how soft it was. It reminded him of silk or petting a very soft animal. He held it for a moment, cradling it like it was a small child. The more he held, the more of the temptation that was occurring downstairs in his loins.

That itching feeling is returning, he thought with hesitation. He let out a small gasp, especially when smelling a faint scent coming from the undergarment. Without giving it a second thought, he inhaled the faint smell. He shuddered when smelling the faint scent that he believed had to be lilac or lavender. The itch in his loins continued, which left him with a confused feeling.

"Hey, what is taking so long," questioned Kayama-sensei.

"Sorry," replied Izuku as he returned back to reality. "Had to take a number one."

"Okay, be quick, will you," replied Kayama-sensei.

He quickly returned the pantyhose on the shower rod. He turned out the lights to the bathroom and headed for his sensei.

He went through the hallway where he was hearing Kayama-sensei.

"I am in here, Izuku," said Kayama-sensei. He went to the source where he found her. It didn't take much of a genius to realize that he was in her bedroom. It was very lavish, he thought.

Everything appeared antique, leaving him with a 19th-century feeling. He walked through the bedroom until he saw her in the closet.

"I am here," said Izuku.

"Good," replied Kayama-sensei. "I am going to need your help with this box in the closet." He stared as he saw her straining herself on what it looked to him like a soapbox. "This box is very heavy. Normally, I ask my neighbor to do it, but he is out of town."

"Yes, ma'am," he said. "What do I need to do?"

"I want you to stand behind me. I am going to reach for the box. When I grab the first side, grab the other," said Kayama-sensei. "It is not that bad. It will be a piece of kelp."

He shook his head as he went to assist her. He watched as she went and grab the box. However, his mouth became agape when seeing her bathrobe rising above her thighs. Her thighs looked smooth and creamy. It reminded him of white chocolate. He saw the robe continued rising until got a small slight of her panties. His hands were trembling. His mouth was quivering. His breath was labored. Most of all, his pants began itching again.

"I am also ready for you, Izuku," said Kayama-sensei while straining. "Be in contact when I give you the signal."

"Yes, ma'am," replied Izuku. As his eyes focused on her panties, it had hit him that this could be the opportunity to take a picture of Kayama-sensei. With his hands trembling, he fumbled for his camera. Hands, sweating and still shaking, was aiming for the perfect position.

"Izuku, I am about ready."

Here is the snapshot.

"On the count of three, get it."

"One"

One

"Two"

Two

"Three"

Three

He flashed the camera, which made his sensei lose her vision. She lunged the box on his chest, which made him lose his balance and land on the ground. The impact made him lose his breath. At the same time, Kayama-sensei fell from her soapbox and landed on top of him.

Upon her landing, he tried to sit up, but his face landed in front of her panties. They were white-and-blue polka dots and soft. He caught a whiff of her womanly aroma and a bolt of electricity occurred in his pants. He trembled throughout his body as the wave of this newfound feeling was occurring. Eventually, it stopped.

"Oh, my God," cried Kayama-sensei as she got off of him. "Are you okay?"

He stared as he saw her looking at him. He watched as her face turned from concerned to frustration when she walked beside him. She kneeled over and took the camera from his hand. He flushed as she looked at the camera, scanning the images of what he took.

She put the camera down and faced Izuku. Many things were going through his mind. But, he was focused on what he has done that tears were forming in his eyes.

"Izuku," she said with a hint of anger in her voice. "What is this?"

He remained quiet.

"If you were smart right now, then I suggest you start answering."

He kept silent.

She placed her hands on her hips. "Are you really going to test my patience!?"

He shook his head in disagreement.

"Then answer my question!"

The panicked teen wanted to explain, but he was very embarrassed by what he did.

"Ok, have it your way," she said as she got up and was leaving her bedroom. "I think I can get a better answer from your parents."

Izuku got up and ran to her direction. "Please, please, not my parents."

She continued walking to the living room where she had left her cell phone. "It is too late to talk. You had your chance. Now, it is time to tell your parents."

Izuku extended his hands, grabbing her bathrobe. "Please, please I will talk. I will talk."

She pushed him off of her and proceeded to her cell phone.

Izuku began wailing as he begged to her on his knees. "I will talk," he said in between sobs. "I will talk. It is a camera. I took a picture because of the other students. They told me if I took a picture, then they will leave alone. Please, don't call my mom. Please, don't. I don't want to get in trouble. I don't want you to hate me!" He continued as tears and snot were coming in all directions of his face.

Kayama-sensei stared at her cell phone before realizing a strong, audible sigh. She dropped her cell phone and kneeled toward him.

She sighed away. "Go to the bathroom and wash up. When you are finished, meet me in the living room. We are going to have a talk."

He shook his head as he went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned to the bathroom where she was waiting in the living room. However, she wasn't wearing her bathrobe. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt and blue capris. Her legs were crossed and she appeared disappointed.

"Sit," she said as she pointed her finger on the couch next to her.

He nodded his head as he sat next to Kayama-sensei. Many things were going on in his mind.

Is she going to tell my parents?

Will she bring this to the school?

What would my parents think of me being a pervert?

Will it spread to the others?

I will look like the bad guy.

She hates me. Sensei hates me. I don't want her to hate me. I am sorry. I am sorry.

Kayama-sensei continued to stare at the wall in front of her. It was silence for a few minutes. After a moment, she broke the silence.

"I can't quite say I am surprised that these things were going to happen to me," she said. "Kirishima? Maybe! Aoyama? Maybe! Mineta? Definitely!" She sighed, clicking her tongue in disappointment. "I just didn't expect it to come from you."

"Sensei, I can…," said Izuku before she gave him a look of silence. He followed suit.

"I know that school life is hard. Trust me, I see it myself being a teacher to you guys," she said before turning to him. "I am very disappointed to know that you of all people who sink this low."

Hearing that was making him swell in tears. "I am sorry," he mouthed.

"I know you are," she replied while looking away. "But, still you did what you did."

"Please, Sensei," he said. "I am sorry. Please don't feel that way. I don't want you to hate me."

"Sweetness!" She turned to him. "I never said that I hate you. I will never hate you, Izuku." She turned away. "However, I am unhappy with you and very disappointed."

He tilted his head down, trying his best to fight the tears. "I understand, Sensei. I am sorry. Look, I understand that you don't want to be around me. I think I should go."

"Where do you think you are going," asked Kayama-sensei with a serious tone. "You are not going anywhere."

He gave her a confused look. She placed her hands on her hips.

"Just because I decided not to inform your parents or the school doesn't mean you leave scot-free," she said. "You are still going to be punished."

Kayama-sensei stood up and faced Izuku. No longer did she had the appearance of a teacher or a family friend, but the appearance of her angry parent.

"Pull down your pants," she commanded Izuku.

"What," he asked with bewilderment. Not only it was because of her strange request, but knowing the risk he had urinated on himself in his pants.

"Are you testing me, again," said Kayama-sensei angrily.

"No, ma'am," replied Izuku.

"Okay," said Kayama-sensei. "Now pull them down."

The green-haired teen strained as he reached for his pants. He unzipped his pants. He turned away from her as he put down his pants.

"Everything," she said.

He swallowed nothing as he continued to pull down his boxers. Feeling the breeze of his penis, he struggled to cover himself with his shirt.

"Alright, now put your hands to the back of the couch," she told him.

He shook his hand and put it to the back of the couch.

"Good," she said. "Now, stand still. Don't you dare move? Understand?"

"Yes ma'am," he said.

"I don't like doing this, Izuku," she said with sincerity. "But, you did this charade and I can't let you run away with that. Despite that you were under peer pressure, it doesn't make it right. Hopefully, what I am about to give you will help you not to do it again."

Izuku heard the sound of a buckle touching the floor. He slightly turned around and saw that she had a belt.

"Because I am a lenient person, I am going to give your five lashing," she said. "This hurts me more than anything. I hope you will learn from this Izuku Midoriya!"

She made the first lash.

Izuku wailed when hearing the sound of the belt hitting his butt.

"That's one," she said. "That's it, let it out. Trust me that it hurts doing this as well."

She made the second lash.

He screamed so loudly that his voice began crackling. "I am sorry," he cried. "I am sorry."

"I am sorry, too, my dear," she said. "That makes two. You are doing an excellent job of your punishment. It is almost over. Just remain still."

She made the third lash.

"It's okay, Izuku," she said. "Let it out. It is okay to cry. You are on number three. We are over halfway. Just stay strong for me."

She made the fourth lash.

The green-haired teen was feeling heavy. He was lying on the couch. Tears continued dripping from his eyes.

"That makes four," she said. "Just one more and your punishment will be over." She got closer to him.

"Understand that you will have to learn your lesson. I don't like it when boys like you get influenced."

Izuku closed his eyes as she made the fifth and final lash at him.

He clenched his teeth in agony as the final lashing was stronger than the last one. He fell head first to the couch. The wave of pain coming from his butt was looming. No longer did he wanted to be there. He wanted to go home. Away from Sensei, away from his classmates, anywhere other than being with her.

She came and sat next to him. While his face was lying on the cushion, she rubbed through his hair. "I am sorry," she said. "I did not want this to happen, but you understand, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied weakly.

She sighed. "I have some medicine with me. Allow me to rub it on your wounds."

He felt her soft hands applying the medicine on his wounds. He felt her rubbing thoroughly. Throughout that time, feeling her hands on his butt was returning the feeling he was having in his loins.

"That is enough," she said. She kissed his cheek while helping him put on his clothes. "Pain, pain, fly away," she said. Izuku sniffled as she was putting on his pants.

"I am sorry," he replied quietly.

"I know you are," she said.

A few minutes later, he left her cottage through the patio and was going for his bike. As he was going to her driveway, Kayama-sensei called out to him.

"Izuku?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Come back next week," she said. "The pool still needs assistance. I don't mind paying you for some assistance around the house." She had the camera in her hand. "Also, you owe me."

He shook his head in agreement, but at the same time out of nothing more to say.

"Tell your buddies that if they want to face suspension, not to pull that stunt again," she said. "And the same goes for you."

She returned his camera. She left him without saying another word. He put the camera back into his pocket and headed back home.

That night, Izuku was lying in his bed reading a manga. He lied on his back without having to feel any pain from what happened earlier in the day. He was getting ready for bed until he received a text from his phone.

I hope it is not those fools again. I thought I told them that it failed.

He got out of his bed and reached for his cell phone. It came from Kayama-sensei.

Checking to make sure that your butt is feeling better. Since we did things we weren't supposed to do, let's call it even. I will see you around in school. Also, be sure to come and see me next weekend.

-Kayama-sensei!

He put the phone down and returned to his bed. Then, he had heard another text.

It was a picture of his sensei in her bathrobe, but she was exposing her red panties.

For your eyes only, said the text.

As he was looking, he received another text. It was an image of him getting spanked by Kayama-sensei.

For my eyes only, said the text. Now we are even. I think we should be smart on our next move, don't you ;)

He was feeling the itch in his pants again. Deciding to overlook it, he got ready for bed. As he lied in bed, he kind of smiled. Although the day he had wasn't the best. In a way, it gave him perspective on his teacher, Kayama-sensei.

"Nemuri," he said to himself as he called out the first name of Kayama-sensei.

He closed his eyes and prepared for the upcoming day at school. Of course, he knew to expect from his peers. Of course, he was going to feel strange when seeing his teacher. Regardless, he was excited more for the upcoming weekend.

Too bad it won't be for another six days.

To be continued….