smallhobbit | Unexpected

Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Characters: John Watson, Greg Lestrade
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 740
Warning: Written for The Spanksgiving Fest on

archea2's journal. So spanking.

The first time John Watson had the idea was when he’d slapped Greg Lestrade’s backside to get him to move out of the way of the cupboard when he wanted to get to the teabags. The afore-mentioned backside had merely wiggled and remained where it was until he’d slapped it again.

However, later, when he’d casually mentioned the idea of some ‘recreational scolding’ Greg had backed off, saying that he’d seen too many cases where one partner’s idea of discipline had resulted in the other partner being hospitalized and the police being called to an unpleasant situation where neither side wanted to see them.

Even though John had spoken of safe words and Greg had made it clear that he trusted him (quite passionately clear in fact) it was obvious that Greg found the suggestion of even mild spanking upsetting and so John did not pursue the idea.

ntil the day they had both been invited out to dinner with Mycroft. They had known for a few weeks that Mycroft was seeing someone, but no-one knew the identity of whoever it was. Of course, it was possible that Sherlock could have deduced it, but, as was to be expected, he couldn’t be bothered. All that was known was that they had been invited to dinner at a smart restaurant, which meant being smartly dressed. And Greg was late back.

When Greg finally made it home, John glared at him. “Don’t say anything, just get in the shower.”

Greg looked hurt, but John was unsympathetic. He knew the DI had been involved in a difficult case involving a teenage girl, but the suspect had been arrested the previous day. There remained a mound of paperwork to process, and John was aware that Greg was keen to get through it as quickly as possible. At the same time some of it would keep to the following day and when he’d spoken to Greg at lunchtime he’d promised to be home on time and that he wouldn’t mention the case that evening.

Then, when Greg returned to their bedroom freshly showered, in clean boxers, but looking as if he was still bearing all the cares of the world, John knew he had to do something. Glancing down he spotted his leather gloves lying underneath the bottom of the bed. (He’d shoved them in his trouser pockets when he’d been on a different case with Sherlock a few days before and had thrown them on the floor when he’d got changed.) He sat down on the bed and reached underneath for the gloves. Casually he put one on.

“Come here,” he said quietly.

Greg came towards him, expecting a kiss, so was unprepared to be pulled across John’s knees and for his boxers to be pulled down. John smacked his arse half a dozen times

“That’s for being late,” he said.

Greg wriggled. “I had to get on with the case.”

“And these,” John administered a few more firm blows, “are for talking about work when you’re not supposed to.”

By now Greg’s arse was looking quite pink and he was squirming in John’s lap.

“And finally, these” the pinkness was more a redness now “are to help you concentrate on Mycroft this evening. Sherlock will be there and we don’t want him to deduce what has just happened because you are incapable of sitting still.”

He helped Greg to his feet. “If you behave tonight,” John added, “I promise to rub you better later.”

The evening went very well. Peter, Mycroft’s new friend, was a rugby playing chemist, so conversation flowed. And whenever Greg looked as if his mind was wandering back to work John would nudge him slightly, causing him to shift in his chair and bring his full attention back to the others. Sherlock threw them a few curious glances, but was unable to get to the bottom of their behaviour.

As promised, because Greg had been good that evening, John rubbed his poor arse better later. In fact it was more than his arse that was rubbed, but that is another story

Sherlock noticed that, following the dinner, on occasions when Greg had had a particularly bad day he would phone John up and tell him he would be home in thirty minutes and then deliberately find more work for an hour before leaving. When he’d asked Greg why he did this, the only answer he got was “John understands.”