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Title: Deterrence
Fandom/Characters: Sherlock Holmes- Holmes/Watson
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Corporal Punishment
Prompt: Holmes/Watson. After Watson loses it all again Holmes tries to come up with a new method to deter him from gambling. (Paddling, caning, spanking--some form of punishment!) Unfortunately, it turns out that maybe this isn't much of a deterrent...
(Sherlock Kink Meme)
Word Count: 2051
The first time Watson stumbled home drunk with empty pockets, Holmes was intrigued. He had certainly deduced Watson as the gambling type, but he also had never seen the usually straight-laced Doctor drunk before. It amused him as he watched his uppity roommate attempt to climb the stairs, hands gripped on the banister as if it were his tether to life itself. The first time, Holmes cheerfully offered his own body as a support, which served both the purpose of making sure the dear Doctor didn't fall back down the stairs and break something, as well as Holmes' personal inquiry to the physique of the man he generously wrapped his arms around.
The next morning Holmes jovially recounted the whole affair to Watson, who was deeply chagrined to learn of his exploits at home. When the conversation came around to the amount of money he had lost, however, Watson actually put his head in his hands in shame.
"Nearly five pounds in all, Holmes. It was a nightmare."
Holmes looked at his friend thoughtfully. "You've never had a deterrent from gambling."
Watson raised his head at the statement, waiting for Holmes to continue. After living with the man constantly scrutinize his life, Watson was far to used to Holmes' deductions to waste energy getting upset at the matter-of-fact way that his life was displayed to him.
Holmes leaned back in his chair across from his friend and tried his best to keep all notion of smugness out of his suggestion. "Perhaps, my dear friend, in order to keep you from gambling away your life-savings, you shall be punished in a manner of my choosing the next time you slip?"
Watson lowered his brow at his calculating friend. "What sort of punishment are you suggesting, Holmes?"
"If I were to tell you, dear Doctor, it would ruin the anticipation would it not? Suffice to keep you from acting up out of curiosity's sake alone, let me say that it shall be physical in nature and should leave a lasting reminder. Do you agree?"
"You're not honestly insinuating some sort of corporal punishment, are you? Why would I ever agree to that?"
"Because, Watson, you need someone to help you out of this vice and I'm just the man to do it. Besides, I am insinuating nothing. You'll just have to not do it."
"Very well, then." Watson concluded with a resigned sigh.
---
Months passed without Watson succumbing. His relationship with Holmes grew to something past mere roommates and, in fact, Watson had turned the idea of corporal punishment back on Holmes. The first time it had happened was after he found one of his own socks in Holmes' mess of a room, crusty with the old dried seed of a certain detective. Watson could think of nothing more fitting that a good trip across his knee, which he quickly learned got Holmes going like few other things.
They were busy enough with cases most of the time that the idea of going down to the gambling dens was too exhausting to even entertain. In the back of Watson's mind, however, stuck the threat of what were to happen if he did. The worst part was not knowing exactly what Holmes had in mind.
After a particularly difficult case, however, Watson decided to reward himself with only a couple of games. He figured if he could keep his betting to a minimum it wouldn't cause enough fuss for Holmes to carry through on his threat. Watson's downfall was forgetting to leave his cheque-book behind.
His nights always have their ups and downs, but more often then not once he's got a few drinks in him his downs become more frequent. Luckily for Watson, however, Holmes had followed him and succeeded in pulling him out before he had bet away everything.
---
The hansom ride home was spent with Watson sobering and Holmes quietly contemplating his plan. By the time they had arrived back to Baker Street, Watson's buzz was wearing thin and his nerves had perked. The final few minutes of the ride were spent with Watson's eyes flicking over to Holmes, who was sitting there with a small look of satisfaction on his face, but unable to read other than that.
They entered their shared home and Holmes calmly smiled as Watson closed the door behind him. "Well?"
"I think I'll have a small brandy. Would you like anything?"
"Holmes!"
Sherlock couldn't help the smile creep wider on his face. "Yes, Watson?"
"I know for a fact you're not ignorant to my anticipation right now, as evidenced by your smug grin as well as the fact that I've lived with you long enough to have learned you never miss anything. Could we please just get your mystery punishment out of the way and go back to our ordinary lives?"
"My dear Watson, you sound almost petulant."
"Soon it will not be me being the punished one, Holmes, if you keep this up..."
Holmes' insufferable grin following Watson's threat was more annoying than the tone of his voice. "Very well, Doctor. If you would be so kind to wait in your room, I'll be along presently."
Watson grumbled under his breath but obediently started climbing the stairs for his room. He couldn't help but be reminded of his childhood and yet powerfully turned on all at the same time. It was a curious feeling, and as he sat on his bed awaiting Holmes' entrance, he decided that he might as well prepare himself for what he anticipated. He hung his jacket up and took off his tie and collar as well, then took off his shoes. Just as he was sitting back down clad in his white shirt, suspenders, trousers, and socks, Holmes entered his room.
Holmes was still dressed, though he had also discarded his jacket and was carrying a small black crop under his arm. Watson immediately stood up in protest, but Holmes cut him off.
"Did you not agree to whatever punishment I saw fit, Watson?"
"But not that, Holmes!"
"Whatever I saw fit, remember? If I recall correctly, you said 'Very well' in agreement to the terms."
Watson scoffed and crossed his arms, looking every ounce the naughty boy Holmes was trying to make him out to be.
"Come now, Watson. Besides, what makes you think this is the punishment?"
The small smirk Holmes now had as part of his expression bewildered Watson nearly as much as the question. "I, err..."
But Holmes was done reasoning with the poor Doctor and grabbed him forcefully but gently by his bicep, using his strength to pull the man over to his immaculately clean desk. Watson did not struggle, but wasn't exactly helping any, either, and once he was being bent forward over the desktop, he gave up his stubbornness and obediently leaned over it, presenting his firm trouser-clad buttocks to Holmes.
Without pretense, Holmes quickly laid the first stripe on Watson, causing a sharp intake of breath from the man.
"Some warning, if you please, Holmes!"
Holmes' deep chuckle was all he got in response, along with two more stripes in quick succession. At first, all he could focus on was the frustration of having fallen into his vice again and of having the tables turned with Holmes being the one to discipline him. He quite enjoyed the feeling of having the shorter man naked and squirming over his knees instead of being laid across a desk underneath the stinging lash of Holmes' insufferable crop.
The next couple stripes were placed low on his buttocks and Watson's frustration was suddenly turned directly into lust. This... this was nothing like he remembered from his childhood. In fact, the stinging was so well spread across his entire backside that he was getting painfully hard. Was he really as deviant as Holmes was in this manner?
Immediately he felt the wicked pain spread across his upper thighs and bucked against the front of the desk. He heard Holmes actually chuckle at him after he settled back.
"Mmm... is it starting to hit you yet, Doctor?"
Two more pleasure inducing lines of stinging fire went across the lower part of his buttocks again, and Watson couldn't help the moan that escaped from his lips.
"Is... is what, Holmes?"
"Your punishment. Surely you have by now deduced the exact nature of your real punishment?"
Watson groaned at the following strikes, his brain so thickly coated with pleasure that any sort of deducing was fairly impossible for the moment. He squirmed against the desk, trying to get friction on his leaking hard on, but it was trapped in a too-small amount of fabric in a place where he could not squirm enough in the right manner to do anything about it.
And Holmes' words made immediate sense.
"Dear God, Holmes, no!"
Watson tried to push away from the desk to readjust himself, but Holmes had been waiting for the moment of realization. He placed a firm hand on the small of Watson's back, forcing him to stay in place and gave him a sharp painful stripe to the back of his thighs.
"I'm glad to see you've caught up with me. No rubbing, John. This is your punishment, remember?"
Watson cried out in frustration of a sexual nature. This was evil! Only his clever deviant Sherlock could come up with something so insidious. Holmes kept up with the whipping, keeping a perfect balance between pain and pleasure until Watson was nearly crying and pounding on the desk, desperate for release.
"Holmes... Holmes please!! I'll never gamble again! Please... please I'll do anything!"
Holmes nearly groaned aloud at the sound of Watson begging him. He honestly didn't know how much more he could keep this up, as his cock was protesting nearly as much as he knew Watson's must be. After two more teasingly light strokes, Holmes knew he had to finish soon.
"Will you remember this, Watson? Another night spent in the gambling dens and I promise you you'll end up right back here begging me for release."
"Yes! Yes, I understand! I won't!"
"All-right then."
Holmes set down the crop next to Watson's squirming body over the desk and quickly undid the suspender buttons keeping Watson's trousers up. He pulled back the squirming hips and managed to get Watson's trousers down enough to release the Doctor's aching cock, immediately putting a hand around the base of it to keep him from coming before he was ready himself.
Watson was past caring about much of anything. All he knew was his cock was deliciously free from its confines and Holmes’ hand was surrounding it. As soon as physically possible, Holmes had freed his own cock from his trousers and was spitting into his hand then crudely lubricating his dripping cock. He rubbed it against Watson’s cleft and the Doctor surprised them both by bucking hard back against him and impaling himself on Holmes.
The frantic fucking that commenced was nothing but quick and dirty. With the combined stimulation from Holmes’ hand on his member, Holmes’ cock driving into his ass, and Holmes’ firm abs and hips connecting with his reddened crop-teased flesh, Watson came violently hard after only three strokes from Holmes’ hand. The sheer intensity of Watson’s orgasm drove Holmes cascading over the edge as well, and within minutes Holmes was collapsed on top of Watson on the desk and they were simply letting their bodies rest from exertion.
Holmes was the first to recover and felt himself slide out of his partner. He wiped himself on the back of Watson’s trousers, then laughed loudly at the annoyed glare Watson sent him. He retaliated with a firm slap to Watson’s naked ass, causing the other man to hiss in pain and Holmes to smirk.
“I hope you realize that despite me fucking us both into completion that was meant as a deterrent?”
Holmes was pulling on his clothes while Watson stood up and rubbed his backside. “Yes, I understand. As much as it may have looked like I was enjoying myself, honestly I much prefer your writhing backside under my hand, Holmes.”
The detective smiled and watched his partner discard the soiled trousers and put new ones on. “That can be arranged, I’m sure.”
-fin-
Title: Deterrence
Fandom/Characters: Sherlock Holmes- Holmes/Watson
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Corporal Punishment
Prompt: Holmes/Watson. After Watson loses it all again Holmes tries to come up with a new method to deter him from gambling. (Paddling, caning, spanking--some form of punishment!) Unfortunately, it turns out that maybe this isn't much of a deterrent...
(Sherlock Kink Meme)
Word Count: 2051
The first time Watson stumbled home drunk with empty pockets, Holmes was intrigued. He had certainly deduced Watson as the gambling type, but he also had never seen the usually straight-laced Doctor drunk before. It amused him as he watched his uppity roommate attempt to climb the stairs, hands gripped on the banister as if it were his tether to life itself. The first time, Holmes cheerfully offered his own body as a support, which served both the purpose of making sure the dear Doctor didn't fall back down the stairs and break something, as well as Holmes' personal inquiry to the physique of the man he generously wrapped his arms around.
The next morning Holmes jovially recounted the whole affair to Watson, who was deeply chagrined to learn of his exploits at home. When the conversation came around to the amount of money he had lost, however, Watson actually put his head in his hands in shame.
"Nearly five pounds in all, Holmes. It was a nightmare."
Holmes looked at his friend thoughtfully. "You've never had a deterrent from gambling."
Watson raised his head at the statement, waiting for Holmes to continue. After living with the man constantly scrutinize his life, Watson was far to used to Holmes' deductions to waste energy getting upset at the matter-of-fact way that his life was displayed to him.
Holmes leaned back in his chair across from his friend and tried his best to keep all notion of smugness out of his suggestion. "Perhaps, my dear friend, in order to keep you from gambling away your life-savings, you shall be punished in a manner of my choosing the next time you slip?"
Watson lowered his brow at his calculating friend. "What sort of punishment are you suggesting, Holmes?"
"If I were to tell you, dear Doctor, it would ruin the anticipation would it not? Suffice to keep you from acting up out of curiosity's sake alone, let me say that it shall be physical in nature and should leave a lasting reminder. Do you agree?"
"You're not honestly insinuating some sort of corporal punishment, are you? Why would I ever agree to that?"
"Because, Watson, you need someone to help you out of this vice and I'm just the man to do it. Besides, I am insinuating nothing. You'll just have to not do it."
"Very well, then." Watson concluded with a resigned sigh.
---
Months passed without Watson succumbing. His relationship with Holmes grew to something past mere roommates and, in fact, Watson had turned the idea of corporal punishment back on Holmes. The first time it had happened was after he found one of his own socks in Holmes' mess of a room, crusty with the old dried seed of a certain detective. Watson could think of nothing more fitting that a good trip across his knee, which he quickly learned got Holmes going like few other things.
They were busy enough with cases most of the time that the idea of going down to the gambling dens was too exhausting to even entertain. In the back of Watson's mind, however, stuck the threat of what were to happen if he did. The worst part was not knowing exactly what Holmes had in mind.
After a particularly difficult case, however, Watson decided to reward himself with only a couple of games. He figured if he could keep his betting to a minimum it wouldn't cause enough fuss for Holmes to carry through on his threat. Watson's downfall was forgetting to leave his cheque-book behind.
His nights always have their ups and downs, but more often then not once he's got a few drinks in him his downs become more frequent. Luckily for Watson, however, Holmes had followed him and succeeded in pulling him out before he had bet away everything.
---
The hansom ride home was spent with Watson sobering and Holmes quietly contemplating his plan. By the time they had arrived back to Baker Street, Watson's buzz was wearing thin and his nerves had perked. The final few minutes of the ride were spent with Watson's eyes flicking over to Holmes, who was sitting there with a small look of satisfaction on his face, but unable to read other than that.
They entered their shared home and Holmes calmly smiled as Watson closed the door behind him. "Well?"
"I think I'll have a small brandy. Would you like anything?"
"Holmes!"
Sherlock couldn't help the smile creep wider on his face. "Yes, Watson?"
"I know for a fact you're not ignorant to my anticipation right now, as evidenced by your smug grin as well as the fact that I've lived with you long enough to have learned you never miss anything. Could we please just get your mystery punishment out of the way and go back to our ordinary lives?"
"My dear Watson, you sound almost petulant."
"Soon it will not be me being the punished one, Holmes, if you keep this up..."
Holmes' insufferable grin following Watson's threat was more annoying than the tone of his voice. "Very well, Doctor. If you would be so kind to wait in your room, I'll be along presently."
Watson grumbled under his breath but obediently started climbing the stairs for his room. He couldn't help but be reminded of his childhood and yet powerfully turned on all at the same time. It was a curious feeling, and as he sat on his bed awaiting Holmes' entrance, he decided that he might as well prepare himself for what he anticipated. He hung his jacket up and took off his tie and collar as well, then took off his shoes. Just as he was sitting back down clad in his white shirt, suspenders, trousers, and socks, Holmes entered his room.
Holmes was still dressed, though he had also discarded his jacket and was carrying a small black crop under his arm. Watson immediately stood up in protest, but Holmes cut him off.
"Did you not agree to whatever punishment I saw fit, Watson?"
"But not that, Holmes!"
"Whatever I saw fit, remember? If I recall correctly, you said 'Very well' in agreement to the terms."
Watson scoffed and crossed his arms, looking every ounce the naughty boy Holmes was trying to make him out to be.
"Come now, Watson. Besides, what makes you think this is the punishment?"
The small smirk Holmes now had as part of his expression bewildered Watson nearly as much as the question. "I, err..."
But Holmes was done reasoning with the poor Doctor and grabbed him forcefully but gently by his bicep, using his strength to pull the man over to his immaculately clean desk. Watson did not struggle, but wasn't exactly helping any, either, and once he was being bent forward over the desktop, he gave up his stubbornness and obediently leaned over it, presenting his firm trouser-clad buttocks to Holmes.
Without pretense, Holmes quickly laid the first stripe on Watson, causing a sharp intake of breath from the man.
"Some warning, if you please, Holmes!"
Holmes' deep chuckle was all he got in response, along with two more stripes in quick succession. At first, all he could focus on was the frustration of having fallen into his vice again and of having the tables turned with Holmes being the one to discipline him. He quite enjoyed the feeling of having the shorter man naked and squirming over his knees instead of being laid across a desk underneath the stinging lash of Holmes' insufferable crop.
The next couple stripes were placed low on his buttocks and Watson's frustration was suddenly turned directly into lust. This... this was nothing like he remembered from his childhood. In fact, the stinging was so well spread across his entire backside that he was getting painfully hard. Was he really as deviant as Holmes was in this manner?
Immediately he felt the wicked pain spread across his upper thighs and bucked against the front of the desk. He heard Holmes actually chuckle at him after he settled back.
"Mmm... is it starting to hit you yet, Doctor?"
Two more pleasure inducing lines of stinging fire went across the lower part of his buttocks again, and Watson couldn't help the moan that escaped from his lips.
"Is... is what, Holmes?"
"Your punishment. Surely you have by now deduced the exact nature of your real punishment?"
Watson groaned at the following strikes, his brain so thickly coated with pleasure that any sort of deducing was fairly impossible for the moment. He squirmed against the desk, trying to get friction on his leaking hard on, but it was trapped in a too-small amount of fabric in a place where he could not squirm enough in the right manner to do anything about it.
And Holmes' words made immediate sense.
"Dear God, Holmes, no!"
Watson tried to push away from the desk to readjust himself, but Holmes had been waiting for the moment of realization. He placed a firm hand on the small of Watson's back, forcing him to stay in place and gave him a sharp painful stripe to the back of his thighs.
"I'm glad to see you've caught up with me. No rubbing, John. This is your punishment, remember?"
Watson cried out in frustration of a sexual nature. This was evil! Only his clever deviant Sherlock could come up with something so insidious. Holmes kept up with the whipping, keeping a perfect balance between pain and pleasure until Watson was nearly crying and pounding on the desk, desperate for release.
"Holmes... Holmes please!! I'll never gamble again! Please... please I'll do anything!"
Holmes nearly groaned aloud at the sound of Watson begging him. He honestly didn't know how much more he could keep this up, as his cock was protesting nearly as much as he knew Watson's must be. After two more teasingly light strokes, Holmes knew he had to finish soon.
"Will you remember this, Watson? Another night spent in the gambling dens and I promise you you'll end up right back here begging me for release."
"Yes! Yes, I understand! I won't!"
"All-right then."
Holmes set down the crop next to Watson's squirming body over the desk and quickly undid the suspender buttons keeping Watson's trousers up. He pulled back the squirming hips and managed to get Watson's trousers down enough to release the Doctor's aching cock, immediately putting a hand around the base of it to keep him from coming before he was ready himself.
Watson was past caring about much of anything. All he knew was his cock was deliciously free from its confines and Holmes’ hand was surrounding it. As soon as physically possible, Holmes had freed his own cock from his trousers and was spitting into his hand then crudely lubricating his dripping cock. He rubbed it against Watson’s cleft and the Doctor surprised them both by bucking hard back against him and impaling himself on Holmes.
The frantic fucking that commenced was nothing but quick and dirty. With the combined stimulation from Holmes’ hand on his member, Holmes’ cock driving into his ass, and Holmes’ firm abs and hips connecting with his reddened crop-teased flesh, Watson came violently hard after only three strokes from Holmes’ hand. The sheer intensity of Watson’s orgasm drove Holmes cascading over the edge as well, and within minutes Holmes was collapsed on top of Watson on the desk and they were simply letting their bodies rest from exertion.
Holmes was the first to recover and felt himself slide out of his partner. He wiped himself on the back of Watson’s trousers, then laughed loudly at the annoyed glare Watson sent him. He retaliated with a firm slap to Watson’s naked ass, causing the other man to hiss in pain and Holmes to smirk.
“I hope you realize that despite me fucking us both into completion that was meant as a deterrent?”
Holmes was pulling on his clothes while Watson stood up and rubbed his backside. “Yes, I understand. As much as it may have looked like I was enjoying myself, honestly I much prefer your writhing backside under my hand, Holmes.”
The detective smiled and watched his partner discard the soiled trousers and put new ones on. “That can be arranged, I’m sure.”
-fin-