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This is pretty small but I really wanted to get something done :)

cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, institutionalized slavery, romantic whumpee, conditioned whumpee, dubcon mention

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“I’m disappointed, Princey.” The tap, tap, tap of his boots rang against the marble with each step Atticus took around the contrastingly vibrant pool of polish. “I thought you knew better than this.”

His pet, so beautiful kneeling, hung his head low. “I- I’m so sorry sir-,”

“No stuttering.”

Eyes going wide, Prince swallowed. “I’m sorry, sir. I beg for forgiveness.” Atticus wanted to give his luxurious lips the biggest kiss just for that, but had to hold himself back. He couldn’t ruin that wonderful look of fear scribbled over his features. “I just wanted to make you think my nails looked pretty-,”

“No excuses.”

“Sorry.” His gaze flickered from the floor to Atticus, seemingly searching for any semblance of affection. It was only a minor spill, after all. “My deepest apologies, sir.”

“Whatever shall I do with you? Making a mess like this?” Laughing, Atticus inflicted a stinging bitterness into his words. Just like how he spoke to the mutt. “You know the maids take care of your nails well enough already, stupid thing, color would ruin them. Especially whatever color that is.”

His fingers tap, tap, tapped over the white of the bathroom wall. “I want to see you grovel, Princey.”

Pressing his head to the floor, Prince stuck his sweet ass in the air, almost as if it would distract his owner from the punishment he was inflicting. Sensual and trained. A slut even in fear. “I apologize sir, please forgive me. Please, please, sir.”

The mess was really of no meaning to him - the maids would have it disappear in a matter of seconds. His Princey was just oh so very cute when he was scared.

“What punishment do you deserve?” He took his pet by the chin, tipping him back to a kneel. “How about the dog house?”

Instinctively he yelped a whine, slick and squeaking with horror.

“I’m just kidding, Princey, I would never. That’s reserved for the mutt.” Atticus felt as he relaxed back into his owner’s grip. “Besides, being balled up in there would ruin your hair.”

Gazing with those gentle, puppy dog eyes of his, Prince pouted. “I’m so, so sorry, sir, I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

“So eager.” He chuckled, and his doggy flinched. “Princey? My pet?”

“Yes, sir?”

“You see my boot?” Letting go of the pet’s chin, Atticus sat to the edge of the tub. “Lick it clean.”

Jaw falling slack, Prince stifled a gasp. Shock filled terror looked so delicious in his face, so much so that Atticus couldn’t resist a grin as his pet nodded. “Y- yes, sir. Yes, sir.”

Tongue outstretched and quivering, Prince hesitated, just before the shoe was shoved into his open mouth. “Get a little more there, okay Princey? Won’t you baby?”

Watching with intense attention, Atticus had his chin rest to his palm. “Oh, I think you missed a spot. A little to the left.”

Brows furrowing, Prince dipped up. “Mmmgh-,”

“Oh dear!” Atticus exclaimed. How absolutely adorable. Just what he’d paid for. “You can’t remember which is which? Well doesn’t that just suck. My dumb Princey.”

Tears clouded his pet’s eyes, and Atticus watched him fail to blink them away. “Did I hurt your feelings, Princey? Sir is so mean loving, and caring for you. But I didn’t tell you to cry.”

His Princey. His perfect pet, whose perfect slobber and tears coated his freshly new work shoe.

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