"Sherlock, it's supposed to hurt. This your punishment," Mycroft sighed as he brought his hand down again, "Be grateful you're not getting your mouth washed."

Mycroft's eyes widened, "You insolent little boy! You do NOT swear in this house!" He reached over to the desk draw, swiftly pulling out a hairbrush and bringing it down with a crack against the boy's blushing skin, "this is a punishment and you will take it because you deserve it!"

The boy was only small and Mycroft held him down easily, bringing another hard crack on his brothers pinking skin. He soon got Into a steady rhythm, watching as the shade of pink his little brother's bottom was taking became deeper and deeper.

Mycroft began to lecture, the hairbrush coming down hard, "Wil you ever *SMACK* go into the laboratory *SMACK**SMACK* again without my *SMACK* permission?"

"Will you ever *SMACK**SMACK* disobey me again *SMACK* especially when it concerns *SMACK* your well being *SMACK* and safety?" *SMACK**SMACK* Mycroft asked, his voice stern, holding no sign of forgiveness yet.

Mycroft shook his head; he would only stop when the tears fell, "I will decide when the spanking Is over, brother," he murmured.

"I will not lose the last member of my family because of some mere folly," Mycroft said sternly, over the loud smacks which punctuated his words, "I love you very much and I will not stand to see you get hurt!"

Mycroft rested the hairbrush on his glowing bottom, "Are you going to disobey me again?" He asked Sherlock evenly.

Mycroft laid the the hairbrush down on the desk and slowly pulled up Sherlock's clothes, pulling him into a tight embrace, "There you are, my boy. It's all right, you're forgiven."

"Not right now," Mycroft purred, running a hand up and down Sherlock's back, "Lets calm you down, hm? It's all right, Sherlock. Shh, it's all right."