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Request by RR5677
There it was again. For the fifth time this week, dirty little foot prints scampered across the once clean floors of Mycrofts spotless mansion.
And he knew damn well it was you.
You had just came back from a barefoot walk in the neighbouring meadow, since it had rained previously the ground was a little muddy but you paid no mind.
All you wanted to do was have a morning walk in the nature.
Mycroft heard the constant tick of the clock on the wall and became irritated.
"Y/n!"
You were in the bathroom, rinsing your feet off in the porcelain bathtub when you heard your husband call for you.
And you cringed too, his tone was harsh which could only mean you had done something to piss him off.
After washing , you slipped on satin slippers and came down the steps with a pleasant smile on your face.
"What is it dearest?" You ask.
Mycroft beckons you to come closer with a flick of his hand.
So you stand beside him and look up at the man.
"So..?"
Mycroft grabs you by the chin, his eyebrows drawing down in slight anger while his face was painted with disapproval.
"Look at the mess you made."
He turns your head forcefully so you have to look at the mud you tracked it.
You shrug a bit "The maids can clean it."
Mycroft jerks your face back so your looking at each other and he sneers "Have you forgotten? The staff has the weekend off."
You sigh a bit in response.
Mycroft forces you to your knees in front of the mess "Your going to clean it. Now." He snaps watching you.
You whine "But...that's not fair."
Mycroft rolled his eyes at your pathetic excuse.
You knew it was hopeless to argue with him.
Sighing you get up but Mycrofts strong hand shoved you back down.
"With your mouth." He said sternly.
Your heart thuds in your chest "What are talking about....?"
Mycroft watches you, his anger expression remained.
"Clean it with your mouth. I want you to know how dirt tastes. Maybe this will teach you a lesson. And to stop treating the maids like little slaves." He huffed.
There was no way in hell you were doing this.
No.
Way.
Mycroft tapped his foot.
You swallowed and bent your face down towards the muddy foot print, deciding there was no way out of this.
Mycroft could be mean.
But this mean?
You bite back the urge to puke as your tongue makes contact with the floor.
There's silence until a few moments later Mycroft hears you crying, soft little hiccups escape your trembling lips.
He realizes he treated you like a commoner even though you weren't.
You were his beloved wife, who yes, sometimes got on his nerves but he loved you none the less.
"Stop." He says, voice slightly strained.
You do as told and look up at him with watery eyes and a faint mud stain on your cheek.
Disgusting.
And it was his fault.
"Y/n...come here." He says very softly, like he's trying not to spook you.
Like a good little pet you get off the floor and come towards him meekly.
As soon as your in front of him he envelopes you into a hug, pressing you against his chest and rested his cheek a top your head.
"I'm so sorry y/n. That was to far."
You slowly melt into the hug, and nod slowly.
You didn't want to speak, your mouth tasted like pasture mud and it was horrible.
Mycroft noticed your obvious discomfort and pulled away from the hug to look down at you.
"Come, let me make it up to you."
He brings you up to the bathroom, while your washing your mouth out for the 50th time, he's running you a warm bath.
He had specially ordered soaps for you of all different scents, lavender, cinnamon, tart and so on. He chose raspberry for you since he loved the way it made your skin smell so sweet.
He dumped a small amount of honey oil into the water and concentrated on lighting a few candles around the claw foot bathtub. A touch of romance.
He looks at you.
So beautiful, his perfect little angel.
He felt like some sort of sadist for doing what he did but could see you had already forgiven him since you gave him a soft smile
You drop the silk bathrobe off your body and step into the delightfully scented water with a hum.
"This is perfect." You say while getting comfortable and look up at him contently.
Mycroft seats himself down on the wooden chair beside the tub and runs his fingers through your wet hair.
"I'm glad you like it." He said softly.
You hum in response and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of your husbands fingers running along your scalp and parting your hair.
The smell of Honey mixed with the raspberry soap hung in the steamy air, calming both you and Mycroft easily. It was clear to see that everything would be fine.
Completely okay...
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