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We really are alike. Toshinori thought as he stared down at his protege. However, instead of the usual amusement and fondness he felt at the usual revelation, all that coursed through his veins was worry, disappointment and anger.
Izuku squirmed in place, face flushed a bright red from shame and exertion as Toshinori continued to drill holes in his successor's head with his gaze, pleased to see the boy had the decency to at least look guilty.
“Young Midoriya.” Toshinori said, sternly. Izuku flinched but refused to lift his gaze, like he hadn't the entire time Toshinori showed up. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“I, um, I-I..” Izuku shifted slightly, he knew he should be sorry but it was hard to be when he was just doing what he thought was right. He knew All Might meant well but he doesn’t have time to sit around and heal!
Yesterday, Izuku had a slight mishap while carrying the trash, and ended up tripping over himself and spraining his ankle. The injury wasn’t too bad, all things considered, yet Izuku shed a few tears and Toshinori hovered and fussed over the boy all the way to the hospital as if his student was dying. They had spent two hours in the emergency room, Izuku apologized profusely for being so clumsy and for being so much trouble. Toshinori had insisted, multiple times, that he was no trouble at all, and he wasn’t mad, simply advising the boy to be more careful.
It had been going well until after he was seen and patched up by a doctor, he was explicitly told to stay off his feet for a couple of days. He still remembers, quite vividly, the sting of betrayal when All Might agreed wholeheartedly and made it an order.
(He also remembers the sting in his backside when he tried to argue with All Might on the matter.)
Needless to say, Izuku didn’t sit well being forced to take a break from training and snuck- left his house early this morning to get a little exercise in. He wasn’t going to do anything excessive, just move a few small things around. Just for a couple of hours, no one would be none the wiser!
How was he supposed to know All Might went to his house to personally check on him and catch him in the act?!
“Young Midoriya, I asked you a question.” Toshinori said, sharply, his patience running thin.
Izuku winced, inwardly cursing his luck. He swallowed thickly and, not knowing what else to say, blurted out, “I- I was fine! It’s not like I wasn’t carrying anything heavy !”
“...So you're not sorry.” Toshinori said, more to himself than anything. Izuku fidgeted in place, guilt and shame piling on as he could the rays of disappointment coming off his hero. Despite this he refused to utter a single apology.
“I see.” Toshinori sighed, running his hand through his hair, looking quite tired. A few seconds of silence passed, Izuku watched in trepidation seeing his mentor stare silently at him, clearly thinking of something.
“Let’s go, Young Midoriya.” Before Izuku could utter a single word, Toshinori gently grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the stairs leading out of the beach. Izuku pouted as he hobbled behind.
Great. All Might is going to send me home. Well, at least it’s still pretty early in the day and mom is still at work, I’d be dead right now if she knew about this. Izuku cringed at the thought, his mom would never let him leave the house.
In just a few minutes they arrived at All Mights truck, and Izuku's wrist gained freedom. He shoved his hands in his pockets and trudged sulkily towards the passenger seat.
“Not yet.”
“Hm?” Izuku said, turning around and saw, to his confusion, All Might pulled down the door of the back of the truck and heaved himself up on it. For some reason he felt his throat suddenly go dry. “A-all Might? W-what’s going on?”
“You and I are going to have a little chat about your actions this morning.” Toshinori said, his voice steely and Izuku couldn’t help but shiver. “Let’s get this over with my boy.” Toshinori patted his knee and motioned Izuku to come over to him.
Izuku's eyes widened to a rather comical size as a lightbulb went off in his head. “N-no..no way!”
“ Yes way.” Toshinori said, eyes narrowed. “Your recklessness and penchant for overdoing it has become a pattern, and now you're going against my orders and lying to me. I’m afraid you’ve left me no choice.”
“B-but! You c-can’t!”
“Oh I very much can, or has last night escaped your memory?”
Izuku went red at that, sure he had gotten those few swats and that had been bad enough but to go over his hero's knee?! T-there’s no way Izuku would comply with that!
Especially not when-not when-!
“W-were outside! Someone could see this!”
Toshinori rolled his eyes at that. “Young Midoriya you know as well as I do, hardly anyone comes by this beach anymore.”
“Y-you don’t know that! Someone could walk by and, and-!” Izuku wailed, face positively burning . He was beyond mortified that he was having this conversation with his favorite hero, of all people. “ Besides, I’m w-way too old for a, a-!”
“ Young Midoriya! ” Izuku let out a startled cry hearing his idol yell. “ Don’t prolong this. I’m going to count to three and if you're not by my side before then, I will collect you myself.”
Izuku gaped at his hero, eyes wide and rapidly filling with tears. Maybe if he prayed hard enough this would turn out to be a nightmare.
Toshinori stared back, face stony. He sighed and held up a finger. “One.”
Izuku shook his head rapidly, took several sets back, body shaking uncontrollably. “No, please no! A-All Might-!”
“Two.” Another finger went up, and Izuku’s stomach continued to drop down.
“P-please just listen! W-we can t-talk this out! T-there’s no need for you to--punish me!”
“Three.” The third and final finger joined the others, Izuku’s heart leapt up to his throat blocking off air and other flimsy pleas and excuses. Not knowing what else to do he placed his hands protectively on his butt and went still.
Toshinori stared at his frozen pupil and sighed, disappointed. “Very well, you’ve made your decision.” Toshinori hopped off the truck, eyes blazing and before Izuku could yell, run or plead his case one last time, he was gently but firmly being cradled in All Mights arms.
Izuku shrieked in surprise and embarrassment, he tried to detangle himself from All Might’s grip but even his weakened form, he was strong enough to subdue the injured middle schooler.
Nonono! This can’t be real! All Might’s going to-! Going to-! Izuku's anxiety spiked when he saw they reached the truck. Toshinori gently set the boy down, taking great care not to aggravate the sprain, and made Izuku stand in front of him, hands firmly placed on his hips.
“A-All M-Might.” The tears Izuku had been holding back this entire time, made their way down his flushed cheeks. “D-don’t do this please! I-I’m sorry I got h-hurt and, and you had to take me to the doctors and-!”
“What? Izuku I’m not mad you got hurt.”
“H-huh? B-but?” Izuku garbled, face wet with tears.
“I told you yesterday that accidents happen and to be more careful in the future.” Toshinori said, his face was still stern but his eyes were a lot softer. “I’m mad that you didn’t listen when I told you to rest. I’m mad and frankly very hurt, you lied to me where you were when I called this morning to check on you. What if you injured yourself further and I didn’t know where you were?”
Izuku flushed slightly and winced, averting his gaze. “I-I didn’t lie , All Might. I j-just didn’t tell you where I was-OW!” Izuku yelped as stinging pain bloomed on his backside, and quickly covered the vulnerable area with his hands.
“An omission of truth is still a lie, Young Midoriya.” Toshinori scolded, causing Izuku to flush deeper and shrink in on himself, subconsciously rubbing the sting out of his bottom. “Fact of the matter is you lied and disobeyed, and you need to face the consequences. Surely, deep down, you know you deserved to be punished?”
Izuku twitched at that, eyes watering up once more. He hated to admit it but All Might was right. He had felt guilty ever since this morning but he pushed it down in favor of trying to continue his training. He didn’t listen, lied to not only his heroes face but to his mothers as well.
He definitely deserves some compuddence.
But...
“...I don’t want a spanking .” Izuku whined, sounding far much younger than fourteen.
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to give you one but lecturing and telling you ‘no’ isn’t cutting it anymore.” Toshinori said, sympathetically.
Izuku sniffed and wiped his eyes. “B-but..does it have to be here. Can’t we go someplace less...open.”
Toshinori smiled, sadly. “I’m afraid there’s nowhere else, my boy. I won’t know how to explain myself to your mother if she walked in, my place is too far away and there’s not really enough room inside the truck.”
Izuku whimpered, his cheeks a bright cherry red. Toshinori sighed for the upteenth time today. “Look. I won’t lie to you kid, this is going to suck and you’ll be sore for a day or so.” Izuku winced, trembling ever so slightly. “But I promise, it’s not the end of the world. There will be a clean slate between us and if you stop dragging your feet we can get this over with.”
Izuku frowned, contemplating his next move but his brain came up empty on ways to get out of this. He groaned out loud when he realized he had no choice but to submit.
“O-okay.”
Toshinori nodded, pride blooming in his chest “Good boy.” Not wanting to waste anymore time he gently grabbed the boy's wrist and swiftly pulled him down to lay over his lap.
Izuku let out a yelp, his head spinning at the suddenness of it all, and flushed a deep shade of red when he realized his feet didn’t touch the ground, making him feel more vulnerable than he thought possible. A warm feeling pooled in his stomach from the praise, despite his position. Only for it to be replaced with pure terror, when he felt his mentor's finger dig in the waistbands of his pants and began to tug.
Izuku squawked and frantically reached back and gripped his sweats for dear life. He craned his neck to look at his mentor, a horrified look on his face. “T-that’s n-n-not n-necessary, All Might!”
“I’m afraid you don’t get to decide that, Young Midoriya.” Toshinori said sternly, his unyielding gaze meeting Izuku’s panicked filled one. “Besides it’s entirely necessary, I need to see what I’m doing.”
Izuku shook his head frantically, refusing to give in. “N-no you don’t! Please, please just let me keep my pants at least! ”
“You would’ve if you hadn’t tried to stall your punishment and make me come get you.” Toshinori retorted, “Now, no more games Young Midoriya. Remove your hands or I’ll move them for you.” Izuku gulped and shifted slightly, but his iron grip on his trousers still remained strong. Toshinori huffed in annoyance, time to nip this in the bud.
With no warning whatsoever, Toshinori adjusted the boy further over his lap, his bottom perched high in air, and brought his hand down sharply on each of his successors hands. Izuku yelped and quickly brought his hands to the front of his body, trying to shake the sting out.
He barely had a second to realize his big mistake before he felt his only source of protection being moved past his hips.
“Nooooo! All Might, please! Y-you don’t understand! Don’t do this! Please,please,please, please -!” Izuku begged shamelessly as he kicked his feet out. Toshinori ignored the pleads, and in less than a second he had the boys pants around his knees, revealing trembling thighs, and a small bottom that was scarcely covered by…
Ah.
Toshinori quickly covered his mouth, fighting the blood that was rising in his throat, as he found the source of his protege's embarrassment was in the form of a pair of red, blue and yellow briefs, with his name boldly stamped across the butt. The sudden pitious moaning coming from his successor doused any sort of amusement that was growing in him. The poor boy sounded close to tears already.
Not wanting to humiliate the kid anymore than he already was at this point, Toshinori cleared his throat and tactfully ignored the underoos and the teens bright red ears. “R-right.” Toshinori said, slightly thrown off. “So you’ll be receiving fifteen for lying to me and another fifteen for disobeying mine and the doctors orders. So you will be getting thirty.”
Izuku whimpered at the number, he wasn’t going to make it without crying!
Toshinori patted the small bottom before him, his heart aching when the boy went still, taking note how big his hands truly were, they covered the entire of Izuku’s backside!
“Are you ready my boy?”
No. “Y-yes.” Izuku squeaked, screwing his eyes shut in preparation for the first swat.
Toshinori nodded and, after counting to five in his head, lifted his hand up high and brought it down with a resounding crack on Izuku’s left cheek.
Izuku gasped, more startled by the sound more than anything, it took about half a second for his brain to catch up to the pain that bloomed on his backside. Toshinori waited a moment, giving them both some time to process the swat, before raising his hand up and landing another sharp smack on the middle of the teens bottom. Izuku somehow managed to swallow the yelp crawling up his throat but wasn’t so lucky when the third smack came down harder and faster than he was expecting. As well as the next one. And the next one. And the next one--
6..7..8..9..10 Toshinori counted in his head, his stony features unchanged, despite the rising guilt and worry. Much to Izuku’s horror, Toshinori quickly found a rhythm and peppered his vulnerable seat with sharp stinging slaps with no hesitation. The sounds of Izuku’s pained yips and Toshinori’s hand meeting his backside were the only noises breaking the silence. A lecture was not needed; both parties were well aware why they were here.
11..12..13.. Izuku tried, he really did, to hold still and take his punishment stoically, if only to preserve some form of dignity but before long he was squirming helplessly over his mentors knees, twisting his hips in a vain attempt to avoid the swats.
He was widely unsuccessful if the slow burn building in his backside was anything to go by.
“Ah!” Izuku yelped, his hero's palm connecting sharply on the lower part of his bottom, and his struggles increased tenfold. Toshinori said nothing and merely wrapped an arm around the boy's waist, pulling him flush against his stomach and sped up the smacks. His heart ached when his student thrashed about in his hold, yelping profusely.
15..16..17.. Izuku kicked, well, as much as could with his pants bunched around his knees and his sprained ankle, whimpering pitfully at the sting. An embarrassingly familiar pressure was building up behind his eyes, his vision blurred and he quickly blinked away the offending liquid. N-no! We're barely halfway done, I can’t be crying already!
“A-All Might!” Izuku pleaded, desperately. “ Ow! P-please stop-- ah! I--I get it! I won’t disobey you ever again! Ow,ow,ow!”
“Good. I’ll hold you to it.” Toshinori said, not once pausing the punishment. 18...19...20…
“Ow! P-Please! Can’t we stop-- ahowowow !” His whining was interrupted by a howl when his mentor's terrifyingly large, bony hand targeted his thighs. A lump formed in his throat and he held back a sob.
“We're almost finished.” Toshinori reassured gently, even though his hands were anything but ! “ Just a bit longer my boy.” With that, Toshinori adjusted the boy over his lap until the undercurve of his buttcheeks were visible. He took a deep breath and raised his hand up high, time to make these last ten swats memorable.
“ OWWWW! ” Izuku yowled as an almost blinding pain crashed down on the most sensitive part of his bottom, the sharp crack of flesh echoing in the empty beach. Another swat followed soon after and he could no longer contain the tears, and wriggled furiously. He watched, feeling utterly wretched, as the shameful liquid ran down his cheeks, splashing against the ground.
21..22..23..
“S-stooop~” Izuku wailed, face hot as his voice cracked. “N-no more! I-I can’t ta-take it! It hurts! ”
“It’s a punishment, my boy. It’s supposed to hurt.” Toshinori said, solemnly. He landed two sharp smacks where his cheek met the thigh, tears stinging his own eyes at the squeal that tore out of the kid's throat.
24..25..26...
“I’m sorry!” Izuku sobbed. He was no longer struggling by this point, all of his energy was focused on blubbering. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
Toshinori's heart shattered at hearing his pupil sound so distraught and he hated the fact he was the cause of it. Yet, he had to push through. If he let Izuku up now, he’ll think shedding a few tears will keep him from being punished.
Swallowing his inner turmoil he muttered softly, “Just four more, Young Midoriya and then were done.”
“ Please, no!” Izuku sobbed harder, if possible. “ I-I can’t...it hurts--!” He craned his neck and shot Toshinori the saddest, wettest puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen. “Please, no more!”
Toshinori's heart went out to all the parents who had to do this.
Be strong; he needs this!
Toshinori took a deep breath to steady his resolve. “Young Midoriya, it’s just four more and then it’ll all be over. I promise I’ll make this quick. Okay?”
Izuku continued to stare at him with the most pitiful look on his face; bottom lip trembling and eyes shiny with tears. Toshinori simply stared back, his eyes firm but a gentle and understanding smile on his lips. He wasn’t going to back down on this but he wasn’t going to be harsh with the boy either.
Eventually Izuku realized he wasn’t getting out of this and turned back around and took a deep, shuddery breath. “...O-okay.”
“Good let’s get this over with then.” Toshinori gave no other warning than that, hardened his heart and raised his hand up and brought it down four times in rapid session.
Izuku let out a long, dragged out sob and kicked feebly before slumping over his lap, completely drained. The fight and defiance soundly spanked out of him.
Toshinori didn’t waste a single second. He quickly redressed the boy and gently lifted him up and sat him on his knee, careful to not aggravate the sore bum. Once it registered in Izuku’s mind that he was no longer faced down over his idol's lap he quickly wrapped his arms around the skeletal man and buried his face in the crook of his neck, tears cascading down his cheeks like a sticky waterfall.
Toshinori went still, and choked on a mouthful of blood. In the short time he knew Izuku he never initiated any physical contact and for a split second he wasn’t sure what to do. His shock quickly evaporated hearing the guttural sobs coming from the boy and pulled his student for a hug with no hesitation.
“Let it all out, my boy. You took that so well, I’m proud of you.” Toshinori rubbed the teens back, hoping to sooth out the sobs that were racking the small frame. For the next several minutes the only sounds that penetrated the silence was the gentle crashing waves, Tohshinori’s shushing and Izuku’s cries which, slowly, dwindled down to sniffling.
“I’msorry. ” Izuku gurled, voice muffled against his neck.
“What was that, my boy?”
Izuku went quiet again, making Toshinori wonder if he had just imagined him talking. A few more seconds passed before Izuku slowly peeled away from. His face was flushed and eyes red rimmed and kept his gaze firmly on the ground. “I-I’m sorry.” Izuku hiccuped, struggling to form words. “F-for- -hic --not l-listening, and training while I was still injured, and f-for lying.”
Toshinori sighed in relief at the honest apology, happier than he should be about the kid understanding error of his ways. Toshinori put a finger under the boy’s chin and lifted his head up to meet his eyes. “You are forgiven, my boy. I want you to know I didn’t enjoy that. However I will not hesitate to put you over my knee again, should you endanger your health like you did today.”
Izuku cringed but nodded, wiping the remaining tears from his eyes. Toshinori ruffled the teens hair, a soft making his way on his lips when he noticed Izuku leaned into the touch.
“Okay.” He said suddenly, patting his students back. “Time to get you home and let you rest.” With that Toshinori was about to help boy off his knee when--
“U-um.”
“Yes?” He looked down and noticed Izuku's face flushed a deep red and was fidgeting in a way that had almost had nothing to do with having a sore butt.
“Well, um, it’s just uh--” Izuku stuttered, ears bright red once more. “Y-your not going to tell my mom, or anyone for that matter about what happened, are you?”
Several thoughts went through Tohsinori’s mind, the most prominent one being ‘of course not’ but what came out was-- “I don’t think there's any need to.” A large grin graced his face. “As your mother I’m sure she is well aware of your choice in undergarments.”
Izuku let out a squeak and blushed a bright tomato red from his neck to the roots of his hair, he flailed about so suddenly he nearly lost his balance, and waved his arms wildly in front of him. “T-that’s not what I was--! Oh god I forgot --! Th-th-those were the only kind I had for today! ” Izuku sputtered out finally, his embarrassed wails barely heard over Toshinori’s laughter.
“I-I’m sorry, my boy. I couldn’t resist!” Toshinori chuckled, his amusement spiking hearing the boy groan and try to hide his burning face. Izuku was briefly wondering how quickly he could make it across the beach on a sprained ankle to go and bury himself six feet under in the sand when his hero's voice snapped him out of thoughts. “Joking aside, unless absolutely necessary this will stay between us."
Izuku peeked out of his arms. "...Promise?"
"Promise."
That seemed to be enough to make Izuku come out of hiding, he still didn't meet his idols gaze but he smiled ever so slightly.
"Okay, I think you've suffered enough for one morning--"
More like a lifetime. Izuku thought, mortified by today's events.
"Let's get you home. Where you will stay and rest until your appointment with the doctor on Wednesday. Understood?"
Izuku gulped at the stern look on All Might's face, knowing the consequences of disobeying the number one hero. His poor bottom throbbed and reached back to rub it tentatively. "U-understood."
Toshinori nodded and with that placed one arm around the teens shoulder and another under the boy's legs and life's him up.
Izuku yelped and latched onto the Symbol of Peace but didn't protest the sudden movement, still eager to be close to his hero. Despite his face burning brighter than the sun he allowed the man to carry him.
(If he clung to his idol a little too tightly he was grateful he didn't say anything.)