Painful X-Perience Series
by DiAnn


Painful Experience I 

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Rating: NC17 - language, adult themes 
Category: Vanilla Slash / Pure Trash / 
Discipline 

Warning: Mulder/Scully/Skinner If you don't 
like this kind of thing, or you are underage, 
go somewhere else . . . NOW! I
don't want to hear from you and I don't want 
to hear from your Mama.

Spoiler: Quagmire Maybe some mention of other 
episodes but nothing too revealing.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own 
Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Krycek or the 
X-Files. I am borrowing them without
permission and am obviously not receiving 
money for this stuff. We all know who they 
really belong to, CC, Fox and lots of
other people but again, not me.



Painful X-Perience I 
Final Straw
by DiAnn

Special Agent Dana Scully quietly studied her 
partner. Mulder stood apart from the small 
group of law enforcement officials
gathered at the crime scene. He was sulking. 
There was really no other word for it, a 
definite sulk. He was disappointed
because a scientifically credible explanation 
had again been found for one of his 
outrageous theories.

Dana seethed with anger and frustration. And 
to make matters worse in this God forsaken 
swamp, he had once again taken
out on his own without backup and almost 
gotten himself killed. She watched him 
closely. Even rumpled with smudges of dirt
covering his face, the man was absolutely 
gorgeous.

It wasn't just that he was tall, well-built 
body or dark hair. Or was it that pouting 
lower lip or the beautiful hazel eyes,
although she did find all of those extremely 
attractive. It was that look of innocence. He 
managed, under almost any
circumstances, to look young and innocent.

Dana sighed. Well in her opinion he was far 
from innocent right now. Sexy or not, 
tempting or not, she was now completely
exasperated with Special Agent Fox Mulder.

"Mulder," she growled, "let's get back to the 
motel, I need to talk with you."

Mulder turned his sad eyes to his partner. He 
wanted to stay a little longer. He really 
wanted to see if anything else would
show up. There had to be something more 
bizarre than that big stupid alligator now 
lying dead a short distance away. He just
knew that alligator was not the answer to the 
unexplained attacks happening around this 
lake. Shit! He wanted to see a
monster. He *wanted* to see Big Blue.

But when he took a good look at his partner, 
he was surprised at the anger in her eyes. 
Looked like he was definitely going
back to the motel now.

"All right Scully, let's go."

Mulder gave one more furtive look at the 
lake, then followed her to the car.

They had ridden in silence for some time, a 
very uncomfortable silence. Finally Mulder 
couldn't stand it a moment longer.

"So how ya' doin', Scully? This has been a 
really long day, I'm really bushed, how about 
you?"

No answer. *Oka-a-a-y* She didn't want small 
talk, let's try work.

"You know, I really don't think that 
alligator was respon . . . "

"Not now Mulder." That was cold, very cold.

"Fine Scully, since you don't want to talk 
about the case, why don't you tell me why you 
are so angry with me?" He looked
really hurt now. She hated it when he looked 
like that. All big sad eyes and pouting lip. 
There was nothing harder to resist
than a hurt Mulder.

"I will talk to you, Fox Mulder, when we get 
back to the motel. Right now I am just trying 
to calm down enough to drive."

*FOX! * She had called him *FOX* Mulder. This 
was bad. This was very, VERY bad. She was 
really upset with him this
time. Turning his eyes back to the road ahead 
Mulder contemplated how to best handle an 
obviously infuriated Scully. He
did know the reason for her anger of course. 
He hadn't meant to run off into the woods 
alone. She had been working on that
frog hugger's bleeding leg and he had heard a 
noise behind him and just followed. He hadn't 
thought about how dangerous
that was until the biggest damned alligator 
was rushing toward him and he was firing his 
gun.

She had gotten there just in time to see him 
on the ground and the alligator dead at his 
feet. She had checked him for damage
- he loved it when she did that - and then 
she had given him *the look*. He knew Scully 
hated it when he jumped into a
situation with both feet, let his passion 
take hold of him like that. Well she was 
angry now but she would get over it. She
would forgive him. She always did.

When Scully parked the car at the motel, 
Mulder got out and started for his room. Her 
voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Hold it just a minute, Mister. I brought you 
back here to talk and that's just what we are 
going to do. You owe me that
much."

"I owe you a lot more than that Scully. I was 
just going to get cleaned up a little first."

"No Mulder, I want to talk to you right now, 
just the way you are, covered in mud and 
bruises."

Mulder did not like this situation, not one 
bit. Scully was acting very strangely. Scully 
was the most important person in his life
and she was now furious with him. And, worst 
of all, he had no idea what he should do or 
say to correct the problem.

When they entered her room, she sat down on 
the bed looking miserable. He pulled a chair 
up very close to her knees, sat
down and leaned forward. "I'm sorry, Scully. 
It won't happen again."

Her face turned a very unhealthy shade of red 
and she reached out to grab the front of his 
shirt. He couldn't believe it. She
was trying to shake him! He wanted to laugh 
but didn't feel this was probably the right 
time for that. Not if he wanted to live
anyway.

Resigning herself that she could not 
adequately move her oversized partner, Scully 
let her hands fall back into her lap and
tried to take deep calming breaths. She 
needed calm right now, badly.

"I just can't take this anymore, Mulder. I 
just can't trust you."

He was shocked at her words. "What! You can 
trust me. I would protect you with my life, 
Scully."

She turned her angry blue eyes on him. "I 
know you would, but you probably won't be 
around to protect me or anyone else.
You rush headlong into unnecessary danger 
without a thought for your own safety. I 
don't want to have to watch you die,
Mulder."

Mulder looked dazed, "But Scully, I won't . . 
. "

"No Mulder, when we get back to Washington I 
am putting in for a transfer. I can't get 
through to you and I can't stand
seeing you hurt or even killed because I 
wasn't there for you."

"Scully, please listen to me. I don't mean to 
ditch you all the time. I just get caught up 
in the excitement. It won't happen
again."

"Excitement! Excitement! Do you have any idea 
how that makes me feel? I'm your partner. We 
are supposed to stay
together. We've had so many talks about this 
but it never makes a difference. Next time 
you won't stop to think and you'll
disregard every promise you ever made to me."

Mulder moved to the bed to sit beside his 
partner and lowered his head into his hands. 
He had such a headache, his body
hurt in too many places to count and now he 
was losing Scully. He didn't think he could 
go on without her. No . . . he knew
he absolutely *would not/could not* continue 
on without her by his side.

He raised his head, staring at the wall 
across the room. He didn't want her to see 
the tears in his eyes. He was tired and
bruised and frantic.

His voice sounded low and dejected, "Don't 
leave me Scully . . . please."

Her heart twisted inside her while anger and 
frustration still rolled in her stomach. 
Damn, he had such a way of getting to her.
Another calming breath. "I'm sorry, Mulder, I 
just can't go through this again."

Mulder rose to his feet and began to pace in 
tight circles across the floor.

"Please Scully, give me another chance. I'll 
do anything. Just tell me how to fix this."

She looked at him and saw the desperation in 
his eyes. She didn't want to leave him, not 
now - not ever. But she also did not
want him dead. She wanted him to stop this 
thoughtless behavior. She wanted a definite 
change of attitude. He was staring at
her now, breathlessly waiting for her to tell 
him what it would take to win her 
forgiveness. He looked so young and hurt.
Hmmmm . . . Young and Hurt . . . HURT! Of 
course, it just might work. Why hadn't she 
thought of this sooner?

"Scully, I promise . . . "

"Stop Mulder, no more empty promises. Do you 
really want this partnership to continue?"

Mulder stepped closer to her, invading her 
space. "Yes Scully, I'll do anything to keep 
you with me." She had no doubt he
was sincere. Well, she would just see how 
sincere he could be.

"Fine." And Scully reached for his belt 
buckle.

That certainly got his attention. He froze. 
She had unfastened his belt and was now 
working on the button of his jeans. He put
his trembling hands over hers.

"Wh . . . what are you doing, Scully?"

"I'm going to spank you."

She had never seen Mulder look so shocked or 
in her opinion so gorgeous. He always looked 
so cute when you caught him
off guard. His eyes were huge and his mouth 
was slightly open as if ready to object but 
not knowing what to say.

"Scully, you can't be serious," he sputtered.

"Oh, I am quite serious. You can let me get 
this message across to you tonight to *my* 
satisfaction . . . or I'm gone. This
probably won't stop your foolhardiness 
completely but it might at least slow you 
down a little the next time."

Now he looked totally lost. "But . . . but . 
. . Scully . . . "

"Make up your mind, Mulder." She tapped her 
foot impatiently on the floor.

He could not believe the steely determination 
he saw in her eyes. Where had she even gotten 
an idea like this? He knew she
hated it when he ditched her but this was 
unbelievable. It was just too embarrassing to 
even think about. He looked at her
closely. There was no doubt in his mind that 
she meant every word she was saying. And she 
wanted his answer right now.
Ok, calm down, consider the options . . . he 
could walk out of this room and save his 
dignity, but he would lose Scully. Well,
no contest there. What good would it do to 
save face if he lost her. He saw her raise 
her eyebrow at him in question.

Sighing in resignation, he blushed furiously 
and dropped his hands from hers. Closing his 
eyes, he heard the sound of his
zipper lowering. This was swiftly turning 
into the worst day of his life. He felt her 
hands at the waistband of his jeans. His eyes
flew open. He had to try just once more. 
"Wait Scully. You really don't have to go any 
further with this. I've already learned
my lesson. I think it will be a long time 
before I forget how angry you are right now." 
He gave her his best repentant look.

"Mulder, it is not just about my anger. It is 
about you. You don't seem to realize how 
deeply other people are affected by
your life. There are people who care deeply 
about you Mulder and what about all the lives 
you save with your work. To be
honest, if you were to get yourself killed, 
I'm not sure I could find the will to go on. 
Do you even realize that? I want you to
start thinking things through and not treat 
your own life so cheaply."

Mulder looked down at the carpet. He didn't 
know what else to say. He didn't know what 
else to do to escape this
impending humiliation *and* maintain his 
partnership with Scully. "Dana, please . . . 
" he whispered.

In answer she started to tug on his jeans. 
Jeans and boxers slid easily to his knees. He 
felt his blush intensify. At least his shirt
was long enough to maintain some modesty, not 
nearly enough, but some.

"All right, Mulder lay over my knees with 
your chest resting on the bed. You hurt me 
again today. You hurt me and you
nearly scared me to death. Maybe next time 
you will think about how you treat a partner 
who really cares about you."

Keeping his eyes carefully averted, Mulder 
lowered himself over the lap of his beautiful 
partner. She was so small, sometimes
he forgot just how small she was. He must 
look ridiculous. He felt her raise his shirt 
well above his now bare backside. He
groaned as his erection hardened. He supposed 
this natural male reaction was inevitable 
under the circumstances. It was,
however, still unbelievably humiliating.

Scully looked down at the long legs and 
fantastic butt now positioned over her lap. 
My, my, my . . . The agency's secretarial
pool would certainly love to get a look at 
this. She glanced around to see his fists 
gripping the bed cover and his face flaming
with embarrassment. She smoothed her hand 
over his muscular buttocks and was rewarded 
with a muffled groan.

She had never told him how much she loved 
him. She really didn't want to embarrass him 
like this or to cause him pain but
she was going to get his attention one way or 
the other. His frequent dangerous behavior 
had to stop. She had tried
everything else and so had their boss, Walter 
Skinner. Mulder's recklessness was making the 
A.D.'s hair fall out faster than
he could afford to lose.

She really hoped this didn't ruin her 
partnership with Mulder but better that than 
him dead.

She picked up her heavy wooden hairbrush that 
had been lying on the bedside table. She 
doubted he had even noticed it
there. She brought the implement high over 
her shoulder and then down with a resounding 
crack on his bare defenseless
bottom.

His body jerked but he made no other protest. 
**Poor Mulder**. She really doubted that he 
would be able to remain silent
through this. A hairbrush could make quite an 
impression on bare flesh.

Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! ...

She was relentless with her brush. She wanted 
him to remember this for a good long time. 
The brush rose and fell, almost of
its own will. His red, glowing bottom was 
flinching reflexively now. She knew it was 
taking tremendous effort for him to
remain quiet.

Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! ...

"Scully, tha . . . that's enough. I get the 
point." His voice sounded shaky.

Smack! ... Smack! ... Do you Mulder? Do you 
really?" Smack! ... "I don't think so but 
when this is over" Smack! ... "you
will." Smack! ... "You can *trust me* on this 
one." Smack! ...

His backside was now a brilliant shade of red 
and she knew he was really feeling every 
smack on his sensitized skin.

"Scully, I won't . . . won't do it again." 
Now his voice was tinged with desperation.

Smack! ... "No, you won't, Mulder". Smack! 
... "You also won't want to sit down for 
breakfast tomorrow morning."

Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! ...

Mulder was truly amazed at the strength of 
her arm. He had known that she was in good 
shape but he would never have
thought she had this much endurance. He 
wasn't sure how much more he could take. He 
could feel tears in the back of his
eyes and his teeth were biting into his 
bottom lip. He didn't want to make a sound, 
didn't want her to know how much she
was hurting him. She was just a *little* 
woman for heaven's sake. He knew he could 
have just gotten up at any time. He was,
after all, much stronger than she was. But 
this was Scully. His Scully. And a promise 
was a promise.

She thought he ditched her because he didn't 
feel he needed her. Actually it was to keep 
her out of danger. He didn't dare tell
Scully that . . . probably shouldn't mention 
the *little woman* thing either. Well, maybe 
this would let her know what he
would go through to keep her as his partner. 
He just wished her arm would start to tire. 
Soon. Very soon.

Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! ...

"Scully, please . . . stop. I won't ever . . 
. ever leave without you again."

He could feel his body trembling. His 
backside was as hot as a stove, his damned 
erection had a mind of it's own and he
could not remember ever being more 
embarrassed.

On and on . . . Smack! ... Smack! ...

Mulder felt the first sob escape between his 
lips. He didn't want to cry.

Men. Did. Not. Cry.

He had been tortured by his enemies and never 
cried. Hell, he had been tortured by his Dad 
and seldom showed emotion.
But this was Scully he had disappointed. He 
lowered his head into the soft bed and as 
quietly as possibly sobbed out his pain
and humiliation. His tears were just one more 
small defeat in a long disastrous day.

Dana heard his muffled sobbing and stopped 
the up and down momentum of the stinging 
hairbrush. "Mulder, are you going to
be more careful in the future? Let me do my 
job and watch your back?" **Actually the view 
she had of his back' right now
was quite appealing.**

Smack! ... "Answer me." Smack! ...

"Yes . . . Yes!" His head, still semi-buried 
in the cover, was nodding frantically.

Scully continued to hold the good-looking FBI 
Agent over her lap. She knew he could have 
physically stopped this at any
time but instead he had taken a sound 
paddling from her. She placed her small hand 
on his scorched buns and heard a moan.
She didn't think it was all from the pain 
though. She could feel his arousal pulsating 
against her leg.

She patted him lightly on his butt. "You can 
get up now, but don't forget what we talked 
about today. I might not be so easy
on you next time."

**Easy! That was easy!** He got up from his 
position and turned quickly away from her. 
But not before she had seen his
dirty tear stained face and rock hard 
erection.

He snatched up his jeans and quickly buckled 
his belt. He felt better with his cloths back 
in place but he still didn't turn to
look at Scully.

"Come here, Mulder." Her voice reminded him 
of velvet. Smooth. Soft. Inviting.

He took a deep breath, hastily wiped an arm 
across his eyes and turned toward her. He 
looked dazed.

When he had carefully seated himself in the 
chair in front of her, she leaned forward and 
put her hands on his knees.

"Thank you, Mulder." There was that sensuous, 
silky, wonderful voice again.

He glanced up surprised but quickly averted 
his eyes again. "Scully, I want you to know 
you can always depend on me, even
when it is definitely *not* in my own best 
interest."

She reached over and lifted his oh so 
beautiful face to meet her eyes. Mulder gave 
her that endearing off center smile, "I
didn't know you were into that kinky stuff, 
Scully."

She chuckled, "I wasn't until today. I just 
didn't know what else to do to prove to you 
how serious I am about this problem."

"Trust me, Scully, we no longer have a 
problem. I never want to make you that angry 
with me again."

He studied her face carefully, "Uh . . . You 
*are* over being angry with me, aren't you 
Scully?"

"Yes, Mulder, I feel much better now. But if 
you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will 
make today seem like a Reticulan
Holiday. Got that?"

"Got you, Scully. Definitely, no more 
ditches, ever."

"Good. Now I think you should get a shower 
and then come get in bed with me."

In a blink of an eye, Mulder had that dazed 
look again. "Scully, do you mean . . . that 
you . . . that you and I . . . that we are .
. . "

"I think you need a little comfort tonight. 
After all you almost got yourself killed 
again today."

She couldn't remember a time when she had 
seen such joy on his face. It looked good 
there. She decided right then that she
planned to see that expression more often in 
the future.

Mulder smiled at her. "Yeah I did, but it had 
more to do with that hairbrush of yours than 
with that dead alligator." She smiled
back. He was just *so cute*.

He dashed for the bathroom. "Don't you dare 
leave Scully. I'll just be a minute." He 
suddenly looked very worried. "This isn't
a trick is it, you aren't saying this and 
then leaving just to punish me some more?" He 
had evidently forgotten they were in her
room. Just *so cute*.

"I promise, Mulder. When you come out of that 
bathroom, I will be right here waiting for 
you." He vanished instantly. She
heard the water start almost immediately.

She smiled. He was in a hurry.

That was fine. So was she.

She had an outrageously beautiful FBI Agent 
with a blistered bottom that needed soothing. 
And . . . the way she saw it, she
was way overdue to comfort this particular 
G-Man.

End One