"Baby! Come eat, I made soup and if your good and eat up you can have a cookie after." John called from the kitchen into the living room. Sherlock was currently sitting on the floor watching a movie on John's laptop. The curly haired man perked up at this and crawled to the kitchen. He wiggled up into a chair and John smiled at him.
"Good boy! Now be careful, it's not hot but try not to spill okay?" John placed a small bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of Sherlock.
John sat down next to him and started to eat his serving too. He kept his eyes on the little smiling because Sherlock wasn't touching his spoon and had a big frown on his face.
"Eat Sherlock. Be a good boy and eat. Remember you get a cookie if you eat." John knew if Sherlock didn't eat he was going to have to punish him.
"No." Is all the brunette said. And to John's surprise, he proceeded to flip his bowl over. All over John's lap. John froze for a moment while Sherlock crossed his arms and pouted in his seat.
"Sherlock! Why did you do that? Bad boy!" John stood and tried to dry his pants but he would have to change them. Sherlock just looked down and blushed and teared up.
"sorry daddy" he said and then the flood gates opened he started sobbing.
"Imsorryimsorryimsoreyimsorry"
"You should be sorry! You did something very bad and you will get punished. Go sit on the bed and wait for me." John calmed himself down because being angry wouldn't help teach Sherlock a lesson. Sherlock continued to sob as he shakily walked to their bedroom. John followed and changed his pants and soup soaked underwear.
"Over my knee. You'll get ten. Then we're gonna talk about why you did what you did, why you shouldn't, and then you will go eat. Understood, little one?" John sat down at the edge of their bed and called a still sobbing Sherlock over.
"I'm-m sor-sor-y" Sherlock bend over his daddy's knees.
John pulled his boy's pants down and laid his hand on Sherlock's bottom.
"You don't have to count or be quiet but I want you to hold still. Ready?" Sherlock hummed and John gave him his first strike. Sherlock just sobbed harder and shoved his face into the blanket under him.
John hit him not too hard but hard enough to sting. He got through eight before he stopped and rubbed his hand over the pink flesh.
"Two more and we're done. These ones are gonna hurt more. Hold still." John said before he brought his hand down with almost all his strength right onto Sherlock's tender sit spots. Sherlock who had been sobbing and whimpering let out a small scream.
John picked up and brought Sherlock up to straddle him. He however was surprised again when something hard poked him in his hip.
"Sherlock- what- are you hard? Oh naughty boy. Did you spill your food because you wanted spankings?" John said as Sherlock shove his face in his daddy's neck and started to wiggle his hips.
"Answer me, Baby."
"I'm sorry I got you dirty daddy"
"Did you want spanks or not?" John started to kneaded Sherlock's bottom. Sherlock was whimpering and rocked his hips so his cock rubbed up on John's stomach.
"Just 'anna 'anna cum daddy! Please! Please!" Sherlock was holding onto John's shoulders tight and just moved his hips fast.
"You wouldn't play with me! Did-didn't know what tado!"
"Okay baby I'm sorry I neglected your needs. You can cum." John took a hold of Sherlock's length and started to pump him.
Sherlock let you a long moan and went limp against John.
"You still have to go eat. But you can have a nap."