Sherlock gasped into the floorboards as he felt a fingertip brush against his puckered opening. He heard the pop and squelch of lube being squeezed out of a tube and rubbed all along John's meticulous hands. The finger returned, much damper, and began rubbing in firm circles over Sherlock's hole, causing him to squirm with anticipation. A sharp smack to his left buttock halted his movements, and Sherlock could only gasp as he felt the finger finally slid into the opening, making him arch his back in pleasure. The ring of muscles contracted and relaxed constantly for a few seconds, but the calm praise from John forced Sherlock to relax, and soon a second finger joined the first. Sherlock's cock was now throbbing desperately, needing just a little more to push him over the edge into orgasm.
John began working the fingers back and forth inside Sherlock, who was now moaning and whimpering with pleasure. John administered another sharp slap to Sherlock's gorgeous arse when the detective started trying to fuck himself on John's fingers.
The doctor leaned forward until his mouth was an inch from Sherlock's ear.
"Bad boy, Sherlock, this is a punishment". Sherlock whimpered and stilled his thrusting hips with a huge effort. John tutted and slid his fingers almost all the way out, before pushing them straight back in. Sherlock's breathing hitched and he emitted a low and guttural moan of pleasure which was mixed with the sore and sensitive burn of being stretched. Sherlock moaned louder as the two fingers separated from one another, scissoring inside his arse in an infuriating fashion that made Sherlock's hip buck.
John tutted again and spanked Sherlock for the third time. "No, Sherlock. Bad boys don't get to come." Sherlock's eyes shot open and the detective whimpered pathetically at the implication of John's words. Surely, surely John would let him come...wouldn't he?
Sherlock was so busy worrying that it came as a surprise when those fingers quickly slid out to be replaced by something much colder. The cold, wet pressure nudged against Sherlock's opening before slipping in slightly. The object then seemed to widen, and Sherlock had to force himself to relax his muscles in order to accommodate the stretch. It stretched him wider until it rounded off, and settled inside him. It was big enough to be vaguely uncomfortable, and gave Sherlock the feeling of being almost too full. The glass butt-plug was now settled snugly inside his arse, and John watched with satisfaction as Sherlock squirmed around it.
"It's not going anywhere, you know."
Sherlock huffed petulantly at this remark, but stopped moving. He didn't like this at all.
John smiled knowingly. "Turn around for me, Sherlock".
He did so very reluctantly, sitting upright onto his heels and then turning rather awkwardly so he was back in position, kneeling in front of the doctor. John cocked his head to one side curiously, watching how the conflicting emotions danced in Sherlock's eyes, and yet his face gave no signals of anything but neutrality. That would have to change, he mused, as he stared at the man in front of him. John could tell that Sherlock felt deeply embarrassed about the situation; his normally alabaster skin tinged with pink. His erection had withered considerably in such a short space of time, and those all-seeing eyes flickered across everything in the room apart from the man in front of him.
"Look at me, Sherlock". Those pale eyes continued to flicker for several seconds, before reluctantly landing on John.
"Have I got your attention now?" John said, a slight tease to his tone
Sherlock visibly bristled at this, and looked down at the floor, shifting his weight slightly.
"That was a question Sherlock" John said warningly.
Sherlock sighed audibly "Yes Sir, you have my attention". The edge to his voice was deliberately petulant; he was not a man to be made fun of.
"I don't like your tone, young man"
Sherlock rolled his eyes and lolled his head backwards, as if John's opinion on tone was really the most exasperatingly inconsequential thing in the world.
John couldn't escape the feeling that Sherlock was provoking him, which he was confused by. For someone who seemed to detest being dominated, the detective seemed to be going all out in order to provoke John into taking further action. So if he wants to provoke me, John thought resolutely, I'm more than willing to play along.
"You're acting pretty tough for someone with a butt plug up their arse..." the doctor remarked casually.
Sherlock's head shot back to stare in disbelief at the other man, before staring at the floor, the tips of his ears now a shade of violent pink.
"Are you embarrassed, Sherlock?" The detective squirmed, but nodded. John tutted.
"I didn't hear you."
"...Yes, Sir". John nodded slowly.
"Why are you embarrassed?" Sherlock looked at him for a second.
"Even with a brain like yours I would assume the answer to that question is obvious, Sir". The Sir was clearly sarcastic, and for someone who was naked and kneeling on the floor, Sherlock's voice carried off as if he was addressing a crowd of slow-witted peasants.
The doctor leaned forward until there were only a few inches between the end of his nose and the end of Sherlock's. His eyes were cloudy and when he spoke, his voice was dangerously low.
"And for someone with a brain like yours, you seem remarkably incapable of following a simple set of rules. In fact, for someone with a brain like yours, you seem surprisingly incapable of doing anything apart from landing yourself in even more trouble." Sherlock's smirk faded, and John could see an indication in his eyes of nervousness.
"There's a line between pretending you don't want to be dominated, and being impossible to dominate, Sherlock, and you've got your toes across that line. I've heard about you. I know about all the Doms that have restrained you, fucked you raw and then just left you, because they couldn't stand it. I know all about the Doms that have walked into this room, and been so confused by you that they've left before they even sat down. But I'm no fool, Sherlock. I may not intellectually equal to you, but I sure as hell know your game".
Sherlock swallowed, looking utterly blank as he stared at John. John was still gazing steadily at him, his voice low and measured, each word said clearly and slowly so that they seemed to float in the air before sinking into Sherlock's skin.
"Your problem is your inability to switch off. You need to be controlled in order to stop thinking about things. Being dominated also satisfies your desire to be the centre of attention, to be the only thing that someone is concentrating on. But your exasperation for other people makes you incredibly frustrated, and so you act out against them. And this is where people get confused, because they start to doubt whether you actually desire punishment, or if it's all some part of an experiment, or if you're just deliberately trying to piss them off." John smirked at this point.
"Basically, Sherlock, they give you far too much credit". Sherlock frowned up at the doctor, who had now leaned back into the sofa, and was looking at him with deep satisfaction.
"..T-too much credit?..."
"Do not speak unless spoken to Sherlock" John snapped. "But yes, too much credit. See, they believe that this is all you trying to provoke them as some kind of psychological investigation. When really.." John leaned forward again for emphasis. "When really, you're just a little brat".
Sherlock opened his mouth indignantly to reply, but John raised his hand to indicate silence.
"Do you know what happens to naughty brats, Sherlock?"
"N-no, Sir?"
John smiled. "Oh I think you do. Guess"
Sherlock swallowed thickly. "Do they get..umm. Do they get punished, Sir?"
John's smile widened. "Correct. So, let's see... You deliberately provoked me, you didn't answer my question properly, you were rude to me and you spoke without being addressed. That's four. So, you're going to have four punishments, and you're going to ask for each of them. Understand?"
Sherlock felt horrible, but quickly replied "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy. You can ask to be punished whenever you choose, but I suggest that you don't ask for more than one in the same day, bearing in mind your reactions to today's punishments"
Sherlock looked very worried, so John took his head in his hands.
"Sherlock. I don't want you to be scared. I know you've never had to do anything like this before, but I think you're going to be much better at it than you think. I want to help you, to make things right for you after so many years of wrong. But you have to trust that I know what I'm doing."
Sherlock was looking at him with such intensity, his eyes glowing. "...Sir?"
John smiled slightly "Sherlock?"
The detective closed his eyes briefly "I... I think I'd like one of my punishments today?"
John nodded. "You have to ask for it, Sherlock."
The kneeling man squirmed slightly, then took a deep breath.
"Please will you punish me, Sir?"
John smiled again. "Yes, Sherlock, I will."
Note: I know, it seems like we're going round in circles! But don't you think that's what it would be like? I just felt like Sherlock wouldn't be able to help himself, but sorry if it's boring you
Also, Sherlock has 3 punishments to go after this one. If you have anything in mind that you'd really like to see, then please send me a Private Message. I'll be sure to mention that it was your idea! Thanks
