Sherlock spent the next week trying to cater to Johns every whim. He was good for his dominant. He spent that week in bliss, enjoying the doctors gentle coos of affection and praise.
Of course it was only so long until Sherlock would get annoyed at something or rather. Only so long until he would become detached because of the lack of a case, or maybe because he had missed something when deducing somebody life. Something was bound to cause the detective to unravel.
It was Tuesday when John came downstairs from his bedroom to find Sherlock face down on the sofa. One arm was dangling off the edge and he feet where tightly curled together. Sherlock wasn't really aware of Johns presence until he rushed to his side and gently placed his hand on the detectives shoulder.
"Sherlock!" John said, trying not to sound urgent but it cascading out his voice in ways that not only the great consulting detective could have realized.
Sherlock only stiffened in response; half annoyance, half surprise.
"Sherlock..." John repeated, with slightly less urgency in his voice. He had expected this at some point. As good as the detective was, he had a brilliant mind. Brilliant minds get bored and being bored lead to misbehavior. It hadn't escalated that far yet, but John could see it coming.
The doctor sighed after a few more minutes of trying to coax Sherlock out of his self involved cocoon and got up, walking to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. At some point during the last week, he had helped Sherlock clean up and arrange everything in the kitchen. Unfortunately, at some point during the last half an hour Sherlock had decided to mess everything up again. There was, for some reason, a bowel of cooling water sitting in the middle of the table with an assortment of unknown liquids sitting around it. The table was actually the cleanest part. The worktops where clustered with clean cups that, for some reason, Sherlock had decided to take out from the cupboards and placed them back onto the worktop.
John just sighed, accepting the fact that he was going to have to punish Sherlock for messing up the kitchen when he heard a rumble from the lounge. It was the detective, groaning as he got up from the sofa and headed from the living room to his bedroom.
"Sherlock?" John asked, sounding only slightly mad. He couldn't blame the taller man from getting bored, and he wouldn't punish him for being grumpy. They would, however have to discuss the kitchen, and how they would proceed would be determined by Sherlocks attitude.
Apparently, this was going to be difficult. The detective just kept on walking ignoring Johns word of warning.
"I asked you a question Sherlock" The doctor said.
"I heard it, sir" Sherlock answered before continuing "Actually, I heard it, understood it, realised the tone in which you said it and the speed your words came out your mouth. I understand more of what you just said than you can even fathom"
Sherlock walked back to his room leaving John to mull over what he just said. He sat on his bed, and seethed for a few minutes before it sank in what was going to happen now. A punishment. The last time John had punished him he had left him in tears, and he guessed the doctor could do a lot worse if the thought struck his mind.
John had smiled when Sherlock had walked away. He had known this was coming, it was only a matter of time until the detective exploded.
John poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat down on Sherlocks favorite chair, crossing his legs, he put the glass down, and folded his hands over his chests staring at the door of the detectives bedroom and waited for him to come outside.
It took two hours for Sherlock to emerge from his bedroom, head down looking at his hands which where picking at his own fingers. He walked over to John and stood in front of him. By this time, John was looking down at his drink and took a while to acknowledge the submissive standing before him.
"Sherlock" John smiled, looking up at the detective, a false smile plastered across his face, betrayed by his eyes that where dancing in anger, and disappointment.
The curled man waiting for his dominant to continue.
"Show some respect" John chastised, ignoring his need to reward Sherlock when he knelt down in front of him.
The doctor just stared down at his submissive for a while. He had already considered and made up his mind as to what he would do to punish his pet, he didn't really need to goad the detective like this but he really wanted to teach him a lesson. He also really really enjoyed the look of Sherlock submissively knelt in front of him like this. Completely at his disposal.
The detective shuffled a little in place and opened his mouth to say something. He had only reached the first syllable of his apologetic sentence before John held up his finger.
"Shush" The doctor chastised before placing his hand over Sherlocks head, running his hands through his black curls before tightening his fist and slowly pulling his head back to look him in the eye. "Tell me what you did Sherlock" John ordered.
The detective took a deep breath before clearing his through "I-i was ru-" Sherlock grunted as the grip around his hair tightened slightly.
"Carry on Sherlock"
"Iwasrudesir-" Another grunt "-and I.. I uh walked away when you were talking" the last word was raised in pitch like he was asking a question.
"What else?" John asked, smirking at his submissives obvious discomfort.
"I dont know sir" Sherlock answered. His eyes where already filling with tears and the punishment hadn't really even begun yet.
John stood up, his hand still fisting Sherlocks hair and dragged him into the kitchen making sure to not hurt him too much. He didnt want to cause any unneeded discomfort. Sherlock was going to get enough of that in due time.
"What about all these Sherlock, ey? What about this mess?" John asked, sounding genuinely questioning.
"I'm sorry sir... I was bored sir. I didn't mean too. I didnt kno-"
"You didnt know? Is that what your going to say? You'll know soon enough, Sherlock. I swear"
The detective visibly swallowed with nervousness
"Soon enough" John repeated, before releasing his grip and walking back into the lounge. "Strip down, fold your clothes and come back into the living room"
Sherlock didnt answer, thinking it best to avoid anything that could possibly be wrong at this point. He was terrified.
When the detective had finished undressing he folded his clothes and put them carefully on the table, being careful of the water and other liquids sitting on top. He walked slowly into the living room to find John sat on his chair. He went over and quickly knelt, putting his head down respectfully and waited for John to make the next move.
"Anything to say before we start, Sherlock?"
"Just that im sorry, sir" came the shaky response.
"Good"
John stood up, walking around Sherlock and up the stairs to his own room. The detective could hear him rummaging around in what he guessed where drawers, before closing them and coming back downstairs. Sherlock didnt dare look around to see what John was carrying. He didn't even stiffen when he felt his arms being pulling back behind him and leather cuffs being placed and locked around his small wrists. He kept his his head down throughout, and only lifted it when he felt John pull back his and place a thick collar around his neck. This isnt ownership Sherlock thought to himself. This was something to hold when he was getting out of control. This was really going to hurt.
John sensed Sherlocks trepidation and soothed him by slowly running his fingers through his curls, this time gently. He didn't want to cause too much emotional trauma at this point.
"Its okay Sherlock" The doctor cooed as he sat back down.
John picked up a piece of cloth from next to him that he must have placed down as he sat, along with something else and wrapped it around Sherlocks eyes. He lifted it up slightly so that Sherlock could momentarily see.
"Right" John said, sitting back and clapping quietly "I want you in the middle of the room. Face down, arse up"
"Sherlock crawled on his knees to the centre of the room and assumed the position John had ordered. This was so revealing. He trusted John, he did but this was just embarrassing.
Thats why he was doing it was Sherlocks last thought before he felt the leather of a flogger with mean tips brush over his exposed flesh.
Oh. god.