Spanking One shots (bnha NSFW)

First Steps To Discipline (part 1?)

Spanker: Aizawa         Spankee: Hitoshi Shinso

     Aizawa was a considerably strict man, he was this way with his students and everyone was aware. Yet this man also had a laid back persona and let things slip from time to time. This was very apparent in his early days of being a parent. A new one with an adopted 14 year old boy- teenager..

     He was originally just supposed to foster Hitoshi for a few months once he was taken from his abusive and neglectful household but.. the insomniac got attached along with his husband Hizashi. 

     Shinso also got attached but mostly because he craved praise and attention from the older pro hero's whom he looked up too. He adored the times the trio went out together and had a grand time. So he was eager to agree to being adopted by the couple and was met with hugs, smiles and some tears mostly from Hizashi.

     But what Aizawa would soon regret was the lack of structure he gave Shinso in the beginning. There weren't really many rules and Shinso was pretty much free to do as he wished so long as he didn't make a mess or get in trouble with the law. He'd let a few bad grades slip here and there, some back talking was annoying but surely it was never toooo bad, and staying out late wasn't a huge issue... right? 

     The couple would soon realize that Shinso was just 14 no matter how "old" He acted. He was just a kid. Barely a teenager in fact. None of this was acceptable and Aizawa knew he was just hurting his sons future by letting him continue like this. 

     So Shinso was sat down, sorta lectured, and told the new rules of the household. Mic even printed out the list with cute colorful font and stickers before using a magnet to stick it too the fridge. And anytime a rule was broken it would lead too a grounding or a spanking. This was something Shinso simply couldn't agree with. One, he's never gotten a spanking before and two, he's 14! 14 year olds don't get spankings! 

     But for the mean time he begrudgingly complied and went on with his life. But maybe 2 weeks went past before he was denied by his father's over a party he wanted to go too. He knew a vast majority of his classmates were going and he wanted to join, though his parents being responsible adults said no. Shinso wasn't having it.

     Though... Aizawa wasn't surprised when he saw his son enter the apartment, which was pitch black. The pro hero heard his son enter and he just turned on the lamp, blank eyes staring over at the now frozen teenager a few feet from him at the door.

Aizawa could smell weed from his spot on the couch, making him hold back an angry sigh as he stood up. Shinso wanted so desperately to run, but something told him that would make his situation 10 times worse as his bicep a grabbed and he was led too his room.

"Take a shower and change. I'm dealing with you tonight, boy." Aizawa said in a low tone, sending uncomfortable shivers down Shinsos back before the door was shut. His shower was long, just trying to avoid the absolute ass beating he was gonna receive. But once the water turned cold he'd slip out, noticing the fresh pajamas waiting for him. 

Aizawa was currently sitting on the edge of the young teens bed, paddle resting beside him. Once Shinso stepped out of his bathroom he could see the color drain from the students-.. his sons face. His whole body seemed too pause and stay clear of moving towards Aizawa. 

"Hitoshi Shinso-Aizawa, come here now." He said sharply, noticing how it was almost amusing how quickly the teenager bolted over to him. Aizawa would grab his sons hips and place him between his knees, noticing just how scared and pitiful he looked. 

"Son, Hizashi and I told you after school that you were not permitted to go to that party. And what did you do?" He hums.

"I... I went too the party.." He murmurs gently, looking away but Aizawa was quick to grab the boys chin.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you.. why would you disobey us like that?" The teacher would question.

"Because I wanted to go and make friends in a different environment that wasn't just.. ya know- school." He mumbles, knowing how stupid it sounded. Aizawa seemed to contemplate this, mulling it over in his head.

"A party full of drunks, weed and careless individuals was the place you wanted to make friends at.. hm." He said simply, hands moving from the teens hips to rest on his lap. Shinso had cringed at his father's words, shifting in embarassment.

"I'm sorry dad I really am-"

"Did you smoke? Drink?" 

"N-no sir! Other people were but I didn't, promise-" 

"Kind of hard to believe your words considering you've broken months of trust." 

Hitoshi went quiet at that, the feeling of guilt suddenly slamming into him and putting a sinking feeling into his gut. 

"For sneaking out you'll endure 20 swats with my hand and however many paddle swats I see fit. You're lucky Hizashi isn't here. He would have made you go get one of your belts. Now over my lap." The insomniac said spreading his legs and helped Shinso over one of his thighs while his free leg locked itself over Shinso's.

The teen trembled as his dad pulled down his bottoms and even his underwear to expose his toned ass. Then he wasted no time in slamming his hand down over the purple haired boys ass. He didn't scold him or say anything. His focus was on the boys ass, landing hard slaps against his cheeks and turning them a pink color.

Shinso would shift and whimper uncomfortably. The hand swats were more of a warm up, you know something to get his ass pink so the paddle swats would hurt more but not last as long to get the desired color. Though Hitoshi didn't know that all he knew was that it fuckin' hurt. 

Though as soon as the swats started they ended and a new pain painted itself across his ass.

"AHHH!" Hitoshi cried out as Aizawa started beating his sons naughty ass which was a solid pink color. Each swat from the dreaded paddle earned cries from the boy and his body jolt forwards from the impact. He wasn't prepared for the sting sinking into his ass cheeks and the burning that followed.

"When your father and I say no, it means no-" He calmly scolded as he beat the naughty boys ass, watching as it slowly turned red. "You are not permitted to leave this apartment at certain hours and you sure as hell aren't allowed to go to sleazy parties full of undesirables. You could've gotten hurt, raped, killed- just like that!" Aizawa raised his voice, ear evident in his tone as he paddled his son harder and aimed for his sit spots.

Hitoshi was practically bawling now, hiding his face in his arms as he yelped, hiccuped and sobbed from his father's words and the beating he was receiving.

"D-dad I'm so s-sorry!" He cried out, tears soaked his face as he shifted to look up at his dad.

Aizawa almost choked from the pitiful expression on his face, having to just nod.

"I know you're sorry,but I'm afraid you've earned a proper punishment. I'm going to make you remember this for a long time." He said simply. The swats would continue on Hitoshis thighs, the boy trying to kick and squirm as he wailed. Aizawa steeled himself, painting the boys ass an angry red color before he finally stopped.

He gave the boy a minute, rubbing his back before he'd help the other stand. Once he stood he was shocked to feel his son hug onto him suddenly. Though his own arms firmly hugged in return, hand rubbing along his back.

"I'm sorry dad.."

"I'm know you are, but you're forgiven." He hums, combing back his messy hair.

"...does this mean I'm not grounded?.." He say in a slightly cheeky tone despite having just got his ass beat.

Aizawa chuckled.

"Of course you are-"