Sherlock FIC - It's All Fine
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verucasalt123Title: It’s All Fine
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing(s) or/and Main Characters: John/Sherlock
Summary: John takes care of Sherlock’s inappropriate comments at the Christmas party.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1220 words
Notes & Warnings: birthday fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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spanking_world community. Please check out this comm if you haven't been there yet. Also, this is my first spanking-related story in this fandom, but it's a birthday present, so there ya go.
They’d only had to go through this twice before, and it wasn’t particularly pleasant for either man.
Sure, they’d gotten up to some spanking and smacking around in bed, but the occasions when John had to actually punish Sherlock for something were not fun sexytimes, not by a longshot.
This was a necessity, though, and Sherlock had long ago agreed to submit when John determined that punishment was in order. It was just part of the dynamic of their relationship. There was, of course, a discussion, but no argument on Sherlock’s part as they spoke. He was already bent over the back of the armchair, nude from the waist down. He’d had plenty of time to think about the situation as he’d had his nose in the corner of their sitting room for the past half an hour.
“Sherlock, you understand why I have to spank you tonight, yeah? You know I’m not getting my jollies from this.”
“Yes, John, I do, and I apologize, again.”
“And what is it, exactly, that you are apologizing for?”
“I was…unkind…to Lestrade.”
“Unkind?” John responded, incredulously. “You informed him in front of a room full of other people that his wife was sleeping with someone else. He’s our friend, and you humiliated him in public. I thought you’d learned better manners than that lately. At least I hoped you had.”
Sherlock honestly did feel regret at what he’d said, and not only because he was about to have a thrashing from this lover as a result. The minute the words came out of his mouth, he wished he could take them back. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I should never have said that.”
“You don’t owe me an apology. You owe an apology to Greg, and honestly, to everyone else there who had to endure the consequences of what you said. I am going to punish you now, but your punishment doesn’t negate that. Tomorrow, you will speak to Greg, and to Molly and Mrs Hudson and whoever else you need to, and you will tell them that it was in incredibly poor taste for you to say such a thing, and ask for them to forgive you for being so crass. Understand?”
“Yes, of course, I’ll do it, whatever you say. I know I deserve to be punished, John, but please…”
Please? Sherlock didn’t say ‘please’, not even when he was bent over for a spanking.
“Please what?”
Swallowing his pride, Sherlock responded, “Not the cane, John.” His voice was shaking. “Anything but that, just – not the cane.” Only one brief encounter with that particular implement in the past was enough for him to fear it even when he knew he might deserve it.
Giving in to a moment of sympathy, John relented. “All right. You don’t want the cane, you’ll have my belt, and you’ll damn well appreciate my leniency this time.”
“Thank you, yes, I will, I do, I appreciate it, honestly…”
“What is it that you appreciate? Say it. And mean it.”
Sherlock took in a shaky breath and responded, “I appreciate that you’re going to whip me with your belt and not cane me. Thank you.”
With that, John set the cane to the side and went about removing his belt. Sherlock heard every sound, the buckle coming undone, the slide of the belt through John’s trouser loops, he even thought he might have heard the implement being folded in two so that it could be used for John’s intended purpose.
“All right, you would have only got six with the cane but you’ll have twelve with the belt. And there will be no negotiations regarding that. Hold on and keep your position. You know how this goes. If you move, I start over. You’ll count, and if you miss one, I start over. If I’ve got to restrain you, tell me now before we get started.”
“No, you don’t have to. I’ll be still, I swear.” Sherlock secretly wished to be restrained, but wanted badly to keep his promise and be strong enough to take his punishment without any undignified squirming or moving about. Being bent bare-assed over the back of a chair and belted was enough indignity for one evening.
There was no more warning or discussion before the belt struck him right across the middle of his ass. Sherlock stayed silent except for a whisper of the word “one”, before the next blow caught him in the exact same spot.
“Two”, he breathed, gritting his teeth.
The blows continued, and Sherlock counted without more than choked-back grunts until John’s belt connected with the spot where the back of his thighs met his buttocks. At that point, he couldn’t help but cry out as he blurted, “Eight!”
Two more strikes caught him at the very sensitive spot at the bottom of his, well, of his bottom. He still managed to count them out, but by this point, tears had gathered in his eyes and he had no way to hold them back.
“It’s all right, darling, two more and we’re finished, just hold on and don’t make me have to start over again.”
The belt landed in the middle of his thighs this time, and a sob escaped his throat as he forced himself to cry out “Eleven” through his tears. The last blow almost broke him, striking in the exact same spot. He sagged against the back of the chair and almost let go before he realized that was the end of it. Through his tears, he managed to weakly call out the count of twelve.
Immediately, John was at his side, lifting him up, holding him close. “You did so well, love, I’m proud of you. I know it wasn’t easy.”
Sherlock found himself in the distinctly uncomfortable position of crying on John’s shoulder, babbling apologies and promises of better behavior in the future.
“I know, darling. I know. Tomorrow you’ll see everyone you need to see to make this right, and it’ll all be over.”
That word, ‘see’, caught Sherlock’s attention and he raised his head just slightly. Still sniffling, he asked, “Couldn’t I just send them a text, or-”
“Stop it this instant, you know better. If you can make other people embarrassed and uncomfortable face to face, you can subject yourself to the same thing. You haven’t got to tell them you’ve been spanked. Just that you regret having been insensitive tonight. You can do that.” Everyone knew they were together, but no one needed to know about this. Unless Mrs Hudson had heard…neither of them wanted to consider that possibility.
Looking up finally into the eyes of his lover, Sherlock gained the confidence that he needed. John had already forgiven him for what he’d done, so any reaction he got from speaking to their friends was inconsequential.
“Take me to bed?”
“Of course, Sherlock. Go on and wash your face, calm down a little and come get in bed with me. It’s fine, sweetheart, it’s all fine.”
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing(s) or/and Main Characters: John/Sherlock
Summary: John takes care of Sherlock’s inappropriate comments at the Christmas party.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1220 words
Notes & Warnings: birthday fic for
selana1505 at the new spanking_world community. Please check out this comm if you haven't been there yet. Also, this is my first spanking-related story in this fandom, but it's a birthday present, so there ya go.They’d only had to go through this twice before, and it wasn’t particularly pleasant for either man.
Sure, they’d gotten up to some spanking and smacking around in bed, but the occasions when John had to actually punish Sherlock for something were not fun sexytimes, not by a longshot.
This was a necessity, though, and Sherlock had long ago agreed to submit when John determined that punishment was in order. It was just part of the dynamic of their relationship. There was, of course, a discussion, but no argument on Sherlock’s part as they spoke. He was already bent over the back of the armchair, nude from the waist down. He’d had plenty of time to think about the situation as he’d had his nose in the corner of their sitting room for the past half an hour.
“Sherlock, you understand why I have to spank you tonight, yeah? You know I’m not getting my jollies from this.”
“Yes, John, I do, and I apologize, again.”
“And what is it, exactly, that you are apologizing for?”
“I was…unkind…to Lestrade.”
“Unkind?” John responded, incredulously. “You informed him in front of a room full of other people that his wife was sleeping with someone else. He’s our friend, and you humiliated him in public. I thought you’d learned better manners than that lately. At least I hoped you had.”
Sherlock honestly did feel regret at what he’d said, and not only because he was about to have a thrashing from this lover as a result. The minute the words came out of his mouth, he wished he could take them back. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I should never have said that.”
“You don’t owe me an apology. You owe an apology to Greg, and honestly, to everyone else there who had to endure the consequences of what you said. I am going to punish you now, but your punishment doesn’t negate that. Tomorrow, you will speak to Greg, and to Molly and Mrs Hudson and whoever else you need to, and you will tell them that it was in incredibly poor taste for you to say such a thing, and ask for them to forgive you for being so crass. Understand?”
“Yes, of course, I’ll do it, whatever you say. I know I deserve to be punished, John, but please…”
Please? Sherlock didn’t say ‘please’, not even when he was bent over for a spanking.
“Please what?”
Swallowing his pride, Sherlock responded, “Not the cane, John.” His voice was shaking. “Anything but that, just – not the cane.” Only one brief encounter with that particular implement in the past was enough for him to fear it even when he knew he might deserve it.
Giving in to a moment of sympathy, John relented. “All right. You don’t want the cane, you’ll have my belt, and you’ll damn well appreciate my leniency this time.”
“Thank you, yes, I will, I do, I appreciate it, honestly…”
“What is it that you appreciate? Say it. And mean it.”
Sherlock took in a shaky breath and responded, “I appreciate that you’re going to whip me with your belt and not cane me. Thank you.”
With that, John set the cane to the side and went about removing his belt. Sherlock heard every sound, the buckle coming undone, the slide of the belt through John’s trouser loops, he even thought he might have heard the implement being folded in two so that it could be used for John’s intended purpose.
“All right, you would have only got six with the cane but you’ll have twelve with the belt. And there will be no negotiations regarding that. Hold on and keep your position. You know how this goes. If you move, I start over. You’ll count, and if you miss one, I start over. If I’ve got to restrain you, tell me now before we get started.”
“No, you don’t have to. I’ll be still, I swear.” Sherlock secretly wished to be restrained, but wanted badly to keep his promise and be strong enough to take his punishment without any undignified squirming or moving about. Being bent bare-assed over the back of a chair and belted was enough indignity for one evening.
There was no more warning or discussion before the belt struck him right across the middle of his ass. Sherlock stayed silent except for a whisper of the word “one”, before the next blow caught him in the exact same spot.
“Two”, he breathed, gritting his teeth.
The blows continued, and Sherlock counted without more than choked-back grunts until John’s belt connected with the spot where the back of his thighs met his buttocks. At that point, he couldn’t help but cry out as he blurted, “Eight!”
Two more strikes caught him at the very sensitive spot at the bottom of his, well, of his bottom. He still managed to count them out, but by this point, tears had gathered in his eyes and he had no way to hold them back.
“It’s all right, darling, two more and we’re finished, just hold on and don’t make me have to start over again.”
The belt landed in the middle of his thighs this time, and a sob escaped his throat as he forced himself to cry out “Eleven” through his tears. The last blow almost broke him, striking in the exact same spot. He sagged against the back of the chair and almost let go before he realized that was the end of it. Through his tears, he managed to weakly call out the count of twelve.
Immediately, John was at his side, lifting him up, holding him close. “You did so well, love, I’m proud of you. I know it wasn’t easy.”
Sherlock found himself in the distinctly uncomfortable position of crying on John’s shoulder, babbling apologies and promises of better behavior in the future.
“I know, darling. I know. Tomorrow you’ll see everyone you need to see to make this right, and it’ll all be over.”
That word, ‘see’, caught Sherlock’s attention and he raised his head just slightly. Still sniffling, he asked, “Couldn’t I just send them a text, or-”
“Stop it this instant, you know better. If you can make other people embarrassed and uncomfortable face to face, you can subject yourself to the same thing. You haven’t got to tell them you’ve been spanked. Just that you regret having been insensitive tonight. You can do that.” Everyone knew they were together, but no one needed to know about this. Unless Mrs Hudson had heard…neither of them wanted to consider that possibility.
Looking up finally into the eyes of his lover, Sherlock gained the confidence that he needed. John had already forgiven him for what he’d done, so any reaction he got from speaking to their friends was inconsequential.
“Take me to bed?”
“Of course, Sherlock. Go on and wash your face, calm down a little and come get in bed with me. It’s fine, sweetheart, it’s all fine.”
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Date: 2012-05-12 12:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-12 09:17 am (UTC)I can actually see this happening, Sherlock really needs a reminder sometimes on how to behave
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Date: 2012-05-12 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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