" Get up off the floor, and come and stand by my right side".
Sherlock scrambled up from the floor, looking very nervous and clearly aware of what was going to happen next.
John untied the bonds around Sherlock's wrist, and took hold of his left hand. "Sherlock, you don't need to try and provoke me into punishing you to get my attention, and I hope this spanking teaches you that. Lay across my lap, please".
Sherlock lowered himself onto the doctors lap, putting both palms flat against the floorboards. He felt John shift underneath him to accommodate the weight, and then gentle fingertips rubbing soothing circles along his back. There was a pause where John seemed to be considering something. He swung one of his legs over the backs of Sherlock's, essentially pinning the detective in position.
A hand stroked Sherlock's arse gently, and then trailed in between his cheeks to push a little on the end of the butt plug. Sherlock gasped at the pressure, and moaned as the hand slowly began to twist at the plug. The slight burning mixed with Sherlock's arousal, and he whimpered slightly when the hand stopped and replaced itself on his left buttock.
John patted him gently. "You don't have to count." Sherlock gave a mental sigh of relief at this, so much so that the first slap came as a complete surprise. The sharp sting made him gasp, and he wriggled slightly in his position. This was the only reaction he had time to give before the next smack landed on his other cheek. John's hard hand rained down on Sherlock's arse with very little space between spanks, and very quickly Sherlock began to feel like his backside was on fire. He whimpered and wriggled as the spanks fell with stinging force, his body clenching around the buttplug that was still lodged firmly in his arse. John gave no lecture, his entire concentration focused on spanking every inch of Sherlock's arse. It was when he moved down to administer sharp slaps to the detective's creamy thighs that he really got a reaction. The man moaned loudly and flung his left arm behind him. But rather than using it to protect his stinging arse, he instead simply grasped onto the fabric of John's shirt, clenching it in his fists as he whimpered desperately. John could feel his cock throbbing at the sight of Sherlock's now gorgeously pink and squirming arse. He was incredibly hard and pretty desperate for release, but knew that he needed to teach the detective a lesson if they were ever going to get anywhere.
John took hold of Sherlock's hand and interlocked their fingers, before pinning his arm to the base of his back. Sherlock's other hand was now clinging to the doctor's ankle, and as John returned his spanks to the fleshy underside of Sherlock's arse, the submissive began bucking quite violently in John's lap.
"Please please please, ah! Fu-ow!"
John paused, shifting his legs slightly to accommodate Sherlock's incessant squirming, which had now turned into haphazard thrusting against his leg. John removed his hand from Sherlock's grasp and reached underneath to stroke the detective's hard cock. Sherlock whimpered and thrust instinctively into John's hand, desperate for friction. He moaned pathetically as he felt John's fingers slide down his length right to the base, where he began to squeeze.
John tutted "What did I tell you earlier Sherlock?"
Sherlock whimpered "You said bad boys don't get to come, Sir"
John traced patterns along the detective's abused flesh, amused at how such a light touch made Sherlock gasp and moan. He administered another spank, making him jump.
"That's right. But.." John paused to thread his fingers through Sherlock's unruly hair and stroked the back of his neck. "If you take these last twenty without any squirming or shouting, I'll let you come. If you move or speak without being spoken two, we'll start again. Understand?"
Sherlock nodded vigorously. "Yes, sir, please..."
The first slap landed without ceremony, and Sherlock gritted his teeth as the sting sunk into his flesh. It was going to be a lot harder than he anticipated keeping quiet. The next 9 landed in quick succession, and every muscle in Sherlock's body was tensed in the effort of not moving, and he could feel beads of sweat trickling off him. His arse was now horribly sore, and the constant throbbing pressure of his cock caused by John's squeezing meant that with each spank, Sherlock's mind screamed at him to try and wriggle free. As the next 5 landed, Sherlock sucked in his breath through his teeth, not trusting himself enough to open his mouth.
John's hand was aching, but he really needed to hammer his point home. His next spank landed much harder, and Sherlock did jump slightly, but John simply couldn't bring himself to make him start over. He could feel Sherlock tensing even further, waiting for John to tell him that he'd moved, and that they were beginning again.
But those words never came. Instead, another slap landed, just as hard as the last. Sherlock was close to drawing blood from his lower lip by biting it so hard. Only three more to go, he thought.
John spanked him again "What have you learnt from this punishment, Sherlock?"
Sherlock had to take a deep breath before replying. "T-that I shouldn't provoke you to get attention, Sir".
John landed another slap "Do you have anything to say to me?"
Sherlock was past embarrassment by this point, and hung his head as he sobbed
"I'm sorry, S-sir. I'll be good, I promise! Please..."
John landed the final spank quickly. "Well done Sherlock, good boy. Get up for me now"
Sherlock pushed himself off of John's lap and with a little help, ended up straddling the doctor again, his abused arse settling between the gap in his legs. Sherlock rested his head on John's chest, and mumbled a desperate "thank you" into the fabric. John pushed the hair out of the detective eyes and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. Sherlock looked up in surprise, only to have John grasp him under the chin and pull him into a deep kiss. He moaned as he felt John's hand travel down to the butt-plug and twist gently, before slowly and carefully removing it.
John halted the kiss and pushed two fingers in between Sherlock's bruised lips. The detective sucked them all the way down to the knuckle, his tongue swirling in circles around them, coating them in warm saliva. He never broke eye contact for a second as he eagerly took the doctor's fingers in his hot wet mouth, his hands grasping and rubbing at the fabric that covered John's thighs. John retrieved him fingers from Sherlock mouth and pushed them gently into the detective's gaping hole. Sherlock gave a shuddery breath as they slipped inside him, burning a little. His head lolled against John's shoulder and he moaned in delight as the doctor began fucking him with those meticulous fingers.
"Please please please, Sir! I-I need..."
"You want to come, Sherlock?"
Sherlock whimpered and jerked violently as those fingers brushed his prostate
"Please, fuck, let me come. I want to come so badly, please let me come". Sherlock was almost close to tears, desperate for release.
John leaned forward and whispered gently "Go on then, come for me". And with that, he released the base of Sherlock's cock and began pumping up and down the shaft, while his fingers pushed against the detective prostate. In a matter of seconds, Sherlock's body was wracked with the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced. A white blankness flashed over his eyes and for several seconds, he was entirely lost and encased in his own euphoria. The world around him was obliterated, and for the tiniest moment, not a single thought crossed the great man's mind.
Three punishments left for Sherlock! Please either send me a private message or leave a comment in the reviews as to what you would like to see John make Sherlock do.
ALSO: Apparently somewhere out there, there is fanart for this fic. I would love to link it here and credit the artist, so if anyone has any information, PM me