Notes: Contains punishment (giggidy) and other yummy stuff. Sherlock being sad (Poor baby) and other things of such nature. I feel like this chapter is short Im not 100% sure. Ill try and write more ^.^
Chapter 4
Sherlock's eyes where open when John came in to wake him up for breakfast. It was half seven in the morning. Usually the detective would have been up and doing things hours before hand, but he had promised himself after a night of careful analyzing and thinking that he would try -really try- to be a good sub for John, and that involved listening to him and trying to obey certain rules. He hadn't exactly told Sherlock not to get up in the morning, but Sherlock had thought it expected off him and decided to not test boundaries this early on.
"Morning" John said, slightly surprised that the detective had been awake.
"Morning, Sir" Sherlock replied, sitting up. Despite the fact that he hadn't slept all night, his eyes where clear and alert, expecting anything and everything at the same time.
John smiled at the taller man before walking out, odors of bacon and eggs wafting into to the bedroom behind him turning Sherlocks stomach in knots. He hadn't eaten properly in weeks, substituting most meals with Ritz Biscuits and tap water. A full meal would kill him.
The detective left his room just as John called his name and turned around, almost bumping into Sherlock with the frying pan.
"Oh- Uh sorry" the black haired man said awkwardly.
"No harm done" John replied, dishing out the fatty bacon and eggs onto a place for Sherlock, along with toast. "I hope you like bacon" John said eagerly. A sharp remark was on the edge of Sherlocks lips before he bit his cheek, keeping it in. He smiled in response instead and started to cut up his bacon into small parts.
Sherlock got about half way through his piece of egg, eating a little in between cutting it up into small parts and discarding it into a pile in the corner before John decided to speak up.
"Not a fan then?" The smaller man asked, genuine concern in his voice.
"Just full" Sherlock answered wincing a little at the forgotten address at the end. He didn't add anything on, however. He was a little upset at the sudden question from John. Was it not obvious it was a sensitive topic?
"I'll have to keep that in mind" The blonde man said cautiously. Sherlock calmed down a little when John didn't mention the forgotten address. He had said yesterday it would result in punishment, but he must have not noticed. Phew.
The two 'ate' in silence for another ten minutes before John got up and put his plate in the sink. Sherlock took that as his cue and stood up too.
"Sit" John said, just as he heard the chair move under Sherlock. The detective slowly slid back down into his chair. "What did you do, Sherlock?" John asked.
"I- I umm.. Don't no sir" Sherlock lied, looking down to his twiddling thumbs.
Suddenly, John was behind Sherlocks head, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. "What did I say would happen if you didnt address me properly, Sherlock?"
"You said you would punish me, sir" came the reply.
"And did you address me properly, Sherlock?"
"No, sir" The detective replied reluctantly.
"You lied to me, as well didn't you" John stated. Receiving no answer, he tightened his grip in Sherlocks hair who let out a whimper in response.
"Yes sir!" The curled man whined. A tense silence followed before John released Sherlocks hair and walked to stand in front of him with crossed arms.
"I want you to go into the lounge" John said calmly "-and kneel with your front half on one of the chairs. Understand?"
"Yes sir" came the quick but strained answer from Sherlock who was obviously having a difficult time not falling and groveling at his feet to ask for mercy.
"But first I want you to strip"
Sherlock waited for a nod from John to begin taking his clothes off and putting them on the table.
"Fold them, Sherlock" John chastised.
"Sorry, sir" The curled man said with a glum look on his face. He folded his clothes and placed them carefully on the table before going out to the lounge and kneeling with his front half on his favorite chair.
Sherlock stopped counting the minutes that passed while he waited for John when he reached half an hour. He must have been letting Sherlock stew for a while. Making him really think about what had happened.
Even though it had only been a slight slip of the tongue that had led the detective into this mess, he had lied which he really shouldn't have.
John finally entered the room, not looking at Sherlock as he went up the stairs to his room to collect supplies leaving Sherlock to stew for even longer.
Coming down the stairs, John made sure he went slowly. He could tell that Sherlock had hated staying in bed, like he had hoped that he would. It showed respect for ones dom, and although he had only been in his life for a short time he still expected that.
He came behind Sherlock, running something thin and wooden up his back.
"Do you know what this is, Sherlock?" John asked.
"A cane sir" Sherlock answered with no trouble.
"Thats right. Are you ready to begin your punishment?"
"Yes sir"
"Do you have a safeword, Sherlock?"
"Yes sir. Just red, sir"
"Good boy. I want you to count each one" John purred, running the cane inside of Sherlocks thighs. "Are you ready Sherlock?"
"... Yes sir" came the belated response.
Sherlock heard the cane whistling through the air before feeling the hot white pain on his bare behind.
He cried out, but his words caught in his throat as he tried to speak his pain.
After a short period of time trying to hold his tears in Sherlock remembered his orders.
"One, sir" he cried through gritted teach.
Another whistle, another thwack as it landed once again on his bare behind, just below his other welt.
This number came out in his begs. John paid no regards.
THWACK THWACK THWACK.
Another three strokes brought Sherlock to tears.
"O-ONE, TWO THREE. P-p-please sir no more" The detective said through tears, his hair falling into his eyes and sticking to his temples.
"Sherlock, what did you do wrong?" John asked while admiring the welts he had just caused.
"I didn't call you sir and I lied to you when you asked, sir" Sherlock answered, gripping the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white.
"Yes you did" John agreed, with a slightly gentler tone. "I gave you five strokes today Sherlock. The amount will go up every time you disobey me, depending on the gravity of your naughtiness. You need more than a heavy hand, Sherlock. That's what i'm going to give you, but when you misbehave I have no choice. Your overcoming an addiction and too do that you need discipline."
Sherlock didn't answer, thinking it would be the wrong thing to do.
"Come here, Sherlock" John said, stepping away and sitting on the freshly made bed in the center of the room. Sherlock crawled between his legs and looked up at him with puppy-eyes. "There there Sherlock" John soothed, running his hand through the detectives hair and stroking his forehead with his thumb.
"You where a good boy Sherlock. I'm proud of you"
"Thank you sir"
Sherlock was beginning to like John. He hadn't thought their relationship would progress this fast but John had seemed to take something from inside him. He wanted to delve into John and for him to reciprocate. He wanted to love, and to be loved but at the same time the strong willed detective wanted to tell John to get lost. To get out of his house and to not come back. He wanted to insult him. He just couldn't.
Even if Sherlock was rude or dismissive. Even if he did tell John he didn't want him to be his dominant anymore he would still have to live with him. As long as Mrs. Hudson was paying him he wasn't going anywhere. He wanted John to be his dominant, and not just his companion. It was just hard to accept.
Sherlock rested his head against Johns leg, enjoying the praise and Johns soft coos of affection as submissive waves passed through him making him shiver.
"Thank you sir" Sherlock murmured
"You're welcome pet" John answered, and Sherlock shuddered at his new name.
I think i'm going to like this the great Sherlock Holmes thought, before closing his eyes and coming the closest to sleep he had in a while.
Note: This is all happening quite quickly. Too quickly? I kind of think so. I may edit this chapter but I kind of like the relationship forming. I know its mushy guys. Ill make it up to you I promise.
