A fitting punishment | By : MicroGremlin Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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-- He locked you in that damn lab. You actually thought that monster was in there. You were scared out of your mind. He needs to be shown he can't do that to you. He needs to be shown you are not his play thing. Next time it could be more serous. Someone could get hurt. Those thoughts had been swimming around his head since Sherlock had told him he locked him that lab. At first he was willing to let it go. After all this was Sherlock he was thinking about. Sherlock didn't behave like a normal person. John knew he couldn't expect that of him. He couldn't let it go though. Sherlock needed to be punished. Of course he didn't know what do. He had never done this kind of thing before. He could always go to Mycroft. He could tell him Sherlock needed to be punished and let him take it from there. That wouldn't do though. John wanted to be the one to choose the punishment and dish it out. He wanted Sherlock to know John was punishing him. John sat on the bed they were sharing at the bed and breakfast thinking. They had decided to spent another night before heading back to London. Sherlock was in the bathroom taking a shower. John lay back on the bed looking at the bathroom door. Maybe he would make Sherlock chose. That would be a good idea. The bathroom door opened and out walked Sherlock wearing in a robe. He didn't seem to notice John on the bed. He picked up his mobile and sent a quick text. "You're in trouble," John said narrowing his eyes at him. "You can't get away with what you did." "What are you going to do?" Sherlock asked with a chuckle. "Are you going to tell my brother?" "I want you to decide what I do," John said. John had never looked at Sherlock in a sexual way. This 'punishment' was not meant to be sexual and he didn't want it to be. But part of his brain was getting turned on by the thought. "Very funny," Sherlock said tossing his phone onto one of the chairs in the room. "What are you going to do? Beat me with your belt? Come on John. This isn't your kind of thing. I would know if it was." John stood up and pulled off his belt. He tossed it on the bed. Sherlock looked at the belt with a small smile. It was clear John was trying to play a game with him. He wanted to punish him for scaring him. He knew he did deserve it in a way. It had been wicked. But this? This wasn't John's style. He'd never done anything like this before but he was always willing to try something new. "So is that choice?" John asked folding his arms over his chest. Sherlock wasn't going to back down. He was going to John that he shouldn't play with fire. He slipped off his robe and hung it on the back of the chair in the room. John took a deep breath. He hadn't been prepared for how he reacted. Sherlock was pretty sexy looking without his clothes. John tore his eyes away from him before he could take in what he saw. "Bend over the bed," John said picking his belt. Sherlock bent over the bed and grabbed hold of the blankets. He had no idea how rough John would be. If he was really angry he might be a bit rough. "I am not your toy," John said hitting Sherlock hard. Sherlock gasp and squeezed the blankets in his hands. Damn! It burnt like hell. He really hadn't expected it to hurt like that. He made a move to get up from the bed and was hit again. He cried out and fell back down on the bed. “Don't even think about it,” John said. “You aren't going anywhere. Lie out right on the bed and stay.” Sherlock pulled his whole body out on the bed and rested his head on the pillow. John walked over to their suitcase and pulled out some of their ties. He quickly tied Sherlock to the headboard. The bindings were just tight enough to remind Sherlock that he wasn't going anywhere. Damn. Maybe he had really misjudged John. "I am not for you to play with," the doctor said bringing the belt down again. "John!" Sherlock cried as his body tensed. The pain of the blows was intense. It was nothing like Sherlock had ever felt before. He thanked god that John didn't hit him again right away. The pain faded and Sherlock relaxed into the bed. "You will learn," John said after a moment of silence. John brought the belt down again. There was a loud smack as it come into contact with his skin. The detective's body shook with the pain. He tried not to show he was in pain. Dammit! He really had got in over his head. It hurt more than he expected. "You can handle this," John said hitting him again. "I know it hurts. It's supposed to hurt. Maybe you'll learn. Five more Sherlock. I want you to count them. I want to know you are here and not in your mind palace." "Fine," Sherlock growled into the blanket. He would get John back for this. He'd put a virus on his computer as soon as they got home. That would get him. He was caught up his thoughts he almost forgot John was there. He cried out when he felt the belt hit him again. "One," Sherlock moaned out. "Good boy," John said before dishing out another thumping. "You bastard!" Sherlock cried unable to get the number out. "Come on," John said running the belt along his back. "What was the number?" "Two!" Sherlock cried out pulling on the restraints. "Are you ever going to do this kind of thing again?" John questioned before hitting him again. "NO!" Sherlock yelled. "Three! Please John. Enough." "Two more," John said not holding back as he hit him again. "Almost done. You're doing great." "Four," he whimpered into the blankets. "One more," John said before bringing the belt down on the red skin. "Say five and we're done." "Five!" Sherlock cried relaxing into the bed. “Untie me!” John tossed his belt onto the bed. Sherlock pulled against the bindings that held him to the bed. “I don't think that's a good idea,” John said with a smirk. “I bet you are very angry with me right now.” He left Sherlock on the bed and wondered into the bathroom. 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