Painful X-Perience Series
by DiAnn

Painful Experience Part XI 

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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: None 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 XI
Uncomfortable Position
by DiAnn

Scully walked back into her office and sighed 
with relief. Her trip to California to visit 
her brother had been enjoyable, but
she was glad to be back home. She glanced 
over at Mulder. He had been so quiet since 
her return. Granted, she had been
very late arriving, and they had engaged in 
other, more *pleasurable* activities last 
night. But today, he had hardly spoken.

"So, what did you do while I was gone, 
Mulder?"

"D. . .do?" he kept his head buried in a 
file.

"Yes, do. What did you and Walter do while I 
was in California with Mom?"

"Uhh . . . we spent the weekend out of town," 
he said, still not looking at her.

"That's strange," she said thoughtfully, 
"before I left, Walter was looking forward to 
spending some quiet quality time with you
here in D.C. You know, just the guys. Male 
bonding, that kind of thing. He seemed very 
excited about some peace and quiet
at home."

"Well it was... uh... kind of a last minute 
thing, Scully. Can I get you some more coffee 
or something?" He quickly rose from
his desk and headed for the door.

"No, I already have..." her phone interrupted 
her. "Scully."

Scully smiled brightly, "Sheriff Adams, how 
nice to hear from you. Yes... Yes... he did 
what?" her smile faded as she glanced
over at Mulder. He was again seated behind 
his desk, his nose buried in the file. Scully 
frowned at the top of his head.

"I see. Oh, I certainly do. Yes. Thank you, 
Sheriff." She hung up the phone, never taking 
her eyes off her partner.

"Did you happen to go to Arkansas this 
weekend, Mulder?"

"Uhh...well, yes...but it's kind of a long 
story, and..."

"Save it. I have to pick up those lab reports 
in fifteen minutes. And then we have to leave 
for Idaho," she rolled her eyes at
him. They were going to investigate yet 
another reported shape-shifter. "We'll talk 
later."

Mulder gulped. She did not look happy as she 
left the office. He had been looking forward 
to this investigation, now he'd just
as soon stay home. Scully in a pique was not 
good company. Or good for his physical 
well-being.

The minute she was out of the door, Mulder 
snatched up his phone and dialed.

"Skinner."

"She knows."

"Knows what, Agent Mulder?"

"You know what. About Arkansas. Adams called 
her. Just now. She knows."

"And you are telling me this because..."

"You went with me."

"I did not *go* with you, I was *chasing* 
you. There's a big difference."

"You're in this too."

"No, I'm not."

"You aren't going to help me, are you?"

"No, not a chance. Goodbye, Agent Mulder."

Mulder laid his head on his desk. **He was 
doomed.**





*** Motel Somewhere In Idaho.***

Scully had barely spoken to him for days. 
Every time he looked up, she was scowling at 
him. **Jeez!**

"Okay Scully, I give up. What do you want to 
know? I'll tell you about my past, my future, 
Arkansas. Anything to end this."

"Why did you ditch Walter?"

"I did not *ditch* Skinner... I only ditch 
you," he suddenly realized his mistake. "No, 
I mean it's not the same when I ditch
you. No...no, I mean, I don't really ditch 
you, I protect you... Oh, God."

If looks could kill, his body would already 
be cooling.



**** 

The case had been horrendous. Not a 
shape-shifter at all, just a guy with a 
really good make-up case and an obsession 
with
young, darkly handsome men. He had soon 
fixated on Mulder, for obvious reasons, and 
made both of the agents' lives a
living hell.

Scully had continued to share her bed with 
him, but only because she was sure he'd end 
up in the suspect's clutches if left
alone. That really ticked Mulder off. He 
could take care of himself. He wasn't 
supposed to sleep in her room so she could
protect him. When he'd objected, she had 
rattled off so many examples of what kinds of 
things happened to him when he
was left on his own, he had finally just 
given up and bunked with her.

Of course, the suspect ended up snatching him 
anyway.

He'd snuck away, literally, for a late night 
run. And run right into the arms of Mr. 
Wrong. The guy hadn't had time to actually
rape and then murder him, but it had been a 
close thing. The killer had actually donned a 
red wig and fishnet hose thinking it
would please his handsome federal captive. 
Mulder had been in shock, he thought he and 
Scully had been so discrete about
their true relationship. Now even the 
criminals were picking up on it.

So, a completely naked and thoroughly felt-up 
Mulder was rescued by his obviously enraged 
partner. The other cops found
the situation hilarious. Imagine, "Spooky" 
Mulder, the object of a crush. And to make 
matters worse, after a hasty
confession, the killer had begged for 
Mulder's address so he could write him from 
prison.

**How romantic.**

Now they were back at the Bureau and Scully 
was still furious with him. And Skinner was 
definitely **not** helping.
Actually, he seemed to be egging Scully on.

As Mulder headed down the hallway toward the 
elevator, Agent Stanley Michaels decided it 
was a good time to harass
good ol' Spooky. Michaels' timing had never 
been great, today it proved to be disastrous.

"Hey Spooky, heard you had a hot time in 
Idaho. Do you miss your new boyfriend?" 
Snickers were heard from the other
agents standing nearby.

"At least I can get one, Michaels." Mulder 
smirked, looking Michaels over slowly from 
head to toe.

Michaels face turned a bright, unhealthy red, 
"Did it make the redhead jealous, Spooky? 
Better watch it, you could lose your
little partner...*again*. Or is it Skinner 
who would be jealous?"

Mulder's voice rose several decibels, "What 
do you mean by that you, son of a bitch?"

"It's the only way you could keep your job, 
Mulder. The **only** way."

Mulder's fist connected solidly with the 
man's jaw. Pain shot from his knuckles to his 
shoulder, but hitting that man felt good.
It felt *really* good. He couldn't remember 
the last time he had experienced something 
this satisfying. Mulder started for him
again, but felt a very familiar, very large 
hand land on his shoulder.

A couple of the other guys grabbed Michaels, 
and Skinner's arm slid around Mulder's 
throat, binding him loosely but
securely to his boss' chest. "Finished?" 
Skinner growled in his ear. Mulder took a 
deep, shaky breath and nodded his head.

"I want both of you in my office...NOW!"



***A.D. Skinner's Office***

This had been going on forever. Mulder 
covertly glanced at his watch. Going on six 
o'clock. They had been here for over an
hour. Would this grilling session never end?

Skinner was on a roll. You did not hit a 
fellow officer. You did not verbally harass a 
fellow officer. You did not engage in
fisticuffs on federal property. Spirit of 
cooperation... all in this together...uphold 
the standards of the Bureau... depend on one
another.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. His boss droned on and 
on... and on. Mulder had long ago lost the 
thread of Skinner's rant. He needed to
get out of here. Scully was going to be angry 
with him. Again. He was supposed to pick up 
dinner tonight and they had still
not discussed how angry she was with him. Or 
what she intended to do about it.

"AGENT MULDER!!!"

He jumped in his seat, "Wh...what...Yes, 
Sir?"

"Glad to see you're still with me. I feared 
for a moment you had slipped into a coma."

"No, Sir... Sorry, Sir."

Skinner glared at him and he felt himself 
blush.

The A.D. sighed, "Agent Michaels, you are 
suspended for three days. Effective 
immediately. Take the time to think about the
reason for this action. I will not allow it 
again. You may go."

"What about Spooky? He hit *me*!"

"I will handle Agent Mulder's punishment." 
Out of the corner of his eye, Skinner saw 
Mulder flinch.

**Good.**

"Agent Mulder is assigned to a case right now 
and cannot be spared. You are not. And in the 
future, you will leave my
supervisory duties to me to conduct as I see 
fit. Do you have any further questions, Agent 
Michaels?" Michaels shook his
head and studied his feet. "Then you're 
dismissed."

Mulder heard the door close behind him. He 
didn't like Michaels, but right at the moment 
he would've preferred to have kept
his company. Skinner's assistant, Kim, had 
already left for home, and Mulder suddenly 
felt very alone with this man. The man
he reported to, the man he loved. But still a 
very dangerous man.

Skinner walked over and locked the door. 
Mulder heard him doing other things behind 
him but he didn't want to look
around. He really... really wanted to go home 
to Scully. Now.

Walter suddenly came up behind him and placed 
both hands on Mulder's shoulders. The gesture 
was too intimate, too
personal, too intimidating in this office. 
Mulder felt his own breathing change. He felt 
off balance and not in control of the
situation. He felt fear. Well, fear was 
probably a healthy reaction to A.D. Skinner 
in this mood.

Skinner released him without a word and came 
around to sit on the corner of his desk. Too 
close. Much too close for
Mulder's comfort. The agent squirmed in his 
seat.

"I heard you had another close encounter with 
a serial killer."

"Uhh....well, he....he was..." Deep sigh, 
"Yeah, yeah I did."

"What did he do to you?"

Mulder glanced up. Walter appeared angry, 
jealous and exasperated, all at the same 
time.

"Uhh... well, you know... he kissed me a 
little and put his hands on me... he hadn't 
gotten to the hard- core stuff before Scully
got there."

"I see. Why did you go running by yourself 
when you knew this suspect had targeted you?

Mulder swallowed, "Scully was mad at me. I 
needed to be alone. To think of a way back 
onto her good side. It was three in
the morning. Good little serial killers are 
in bed by three. Everyone knows that."

Skinner did not smile. So much for lightening 
the mood.

"I see... Why did you hit Michaels?"

"He said something I didn't like."

"I know. I heard."

"Y... you did?"

"He doesn't suspect anything, Mulder. He was 
just jabbing at you. I'm sure they all think 
it was the homosexual connotation
that set you off. If they suspected you were 
protecting me and our relationship, we would 
both be out of a job." He crossed
his arms, "You need to be more careful, 
Mulder."

"He insulted Scully, too," Mulder pouted.

"Yeah, well, Michaels got what was coming to 
him. Now, what about you? What kind of 
punishment should I give you? And
I refuse to suspend you; it would show up in 
your file. More blood to attract the sharks 
to you."

Mulder looked up through his lashes, "Tape 
surveillance?"

"Yeah, right. Watch that brilliant mind of 
your's turn to mush until you snap and run 
off to get yourself killed. I don't think 
so."

Mulder just looked at him. Surely he wasn't 
going to strap him again tonight? Scully 
would probably add a few strokes for
that Arkansas thing. She still wasn't over 
that.

"Take off your clothes, Agent Mulder."

"Wh...what? H-here... now?"

"Yes, here and now. Everyone has gone home. 
It's almost seven and I swept for bugs after 
Michaels left. We're safe for an
hour or so. Long enough for me to get your 
attention and try to beat some sense into you 
again. Now, move it or I'll take
them off for you." Mulder hesitated, and 
Skinner looked him over, "That's one of your 
expensive suits, isn't it?" Mulder
nodded dumbly. "You'll need something to wear 
out of here tonight. You'd better do it 
yourself. But make it fast."

Mulder swallowed hard and undressed quickly. 
Skinner walked around him as he stood in the 
middle of the office. The
carpet felt rough and scratchy under Mulder's 
bare feet. His skin goose-bumped in the air 
conditioning, and he couldn't get
enough air into his lungs. He felt Skinner's 
eyes on his body. Not that Walter hadn't seen 
him naked before, but not here, not
in this office.

"Mulder, you act like an unruly child. You 
don't use your head. You take off alone in 
dangerous situations. You lose your
temper and lash out, instead of 
communicating. You drive your partner and 
your supervisor crazy wondering what you're
going to do next. Sometimes I just don't know 
what to do with you... Do you have anything 
to say?"

"Could I call Scully, Sir?"

"What?" Walter couldn't believe this. He was 
trying to save the kid's life and career, and 
all he could think about was calling
his partner.

"It's getting late, Walter. She's going to be 
really worried and then she's going to get 
really angry."

"I see. Why don't I call Scully for you? Then 
maybe you can concentrate on what I am trying 
to tell you."

Mulder didn't like that idea at all. Skinner 
call Scully. This could turn out ugly.

Skinner dialed and waited for an answer, 
"Hello, Dana. No, I'm fine. I'm still at the 
office and I have Mulder here with me.
He got into a confrontation with Agent 
Michaels late this afternoon. Yes. Yes, very. 
He's standing naked in front of my desk
right now. Yes, it's safe. Yes, quite 
thoroughly. He won't forget tonight. And Dana 
. . . Isuggest you have your hairbrush out
when he finallymakes it home. Yes. Yes, I 
see. Of course, I'd love to."

Skinner hung up the phone and smiled evilly 
at his now-blushing agent, "Dana invited me 
to have dinner with the two of you
tonight. Isn't that nice, Agent Mulder?"

"Yeah, that's just great."

Skinner unbuttoned his cuffs and started 
rolling up his sleeves, "Assume the position, 
Mulder."

Mulder just stared at him, "What?....What, 
Sir?"

Skinner sighed, "Bend over and grab your 
ankles. Surely you've had to do this before?" 
Mulder did as he was told. He felt
totally exposed in this embarrassing 
position.

He heard Skinner open his desk drawer, then 
close it. The A.D. then walked around into 
his wayward agent's line of vision.
He was carrying a heavy wooden ruler.

**Why can't I just get suspended like 
everyone else? A few restful days at home 
sitting on my couch?** Now, he wouldn't
be sitting **anywhere** for the next three 
days.

"Anything to say, Mulder?" the A.D. was 
tapping the ruler ominously against his 
muscular thigh.

"Could I just be suspended?"

"No." The ruler was still tapping on his 
thigh. " Now don't move out of position. And 
I would be quiet if I were you. Don't
want to attract any attention from anyone who 
might still be in the building."

Mulder felt Skinner move around behind him, a 
few seconds' hesitation, and then the ruler 
exploded across the very center of
his backside.

Mulder bit his lip and hissed. **God, that 
hurt!** It was obvious that ruler was going 
to make quite an impression on his taut
flesh. He drew in a deep breath and waited 
for the next stoke.

The ruler cracked against him again. Lower 
this time, right where his buttocks met his 
thighs. Right where he would have to
sit. Skinner was not messing around. This was 
punishment. A strangled sob escaped Mulder's 
lips.

The ruler bit again in the same tender spot. 
Mulder shifted his weight from foot to foot 
trying to move out of range, even just
a little. The ruler exploded once more on the 
agonized area.

"Ah-h-h-h...Please, sir, please. Somewhere 
else. Hit somewhere else, please!"

Skinner smacked his tender thigh.

"Ouch!"

"Mulder, I decide where to hit. Now stay in 
position and let this ruler do it's job."

And what a job that ruler did. Mulder took 
about ten strokes with just wiggling, hissing 
and an occasional gasp. He tried
desperately not to react to what Walter was 
doing to him. He didn't want to give him the 
satisfaction.

Skinner increased the strength of the 
strokes. The highly-effective piece of wood 
was leaving bright red stripes across
Mulder's smooth backside. He would not soon 
forget this punishment.

By stroke fifteen, Mulder's bottom was a 
brilliant crimson overlaid with welts. He was 
frantically dancing from foot to foot,
his movements hindered by his own hands 
around his ankles.

By the twenty-second swat the agent started 
sobbing quietly. He had broken position only 
once. Walter had smacked his
thighs until he was back where he was 
supposed to be. Mulder didn't let loose of 
his ankles again. That ruler was harsh on
his backside, but it was hell on the back of 
his legs.

At stroke thirty, Skinner finally put the 
ruler down and surveyed his handiwork. The 
ever-exasperating Special Agent Fox
Mulder stood before him still bent at the 
waist. He was sobbing, his bottom blistered 
and marked. He would certainly not sit
down comfortably tomorrow, or probably the 
day after, either.

As Walter stood there, he shook his head in 
amazement. Even in this undignified position, 
punished and weeping, Mulder still
looked beautiful. Why was it so hard to stay 
angry at this man?

"You can stand up now. It's over."

Mulder carefully stood, his tear-stained face 
as red as his scorched backside.

"Go stand in that corner. I have some 
paperwork to finish up before we can go. And 
keep your hands away from your ass. I
worked hard to impart that sting, I want it 
to last."

"What... no!...No, I won't! I..." Skinner 
watched in amazement as a very angry Mulder 
actually stomped his foot at him.

"Did you like assuming the position, Agent 
Mulder. Want to try it again so soon?"

Mulder glared at his boss but shook his head.

"I didn't think so. Get in that corner. Now. 
I hate paperwork, and the highly-appealing 
view of your spanked red bottom
decorating my office should make it a great 
deal more enjoyable tonight. And don't test 
me, you didn't get nearly what I think
you deserve. And don't make me tell you again 
to get in that corner." Skinner had chosen 
his words precisely to taunt and
embarrass Mulder. He wanted him to feel this 
punishment was childish. Just like his 
actions. Skinner could tell it had worked;
the agent was furious.

Mulder gritted his teeth and moved to the 
blasted corner, mumbling and cursing all the 
way.

Skinner had just about reached the end of his 
rope, "Shut up, Mulder."

"Yes...*Sir*." Skinner felt his temper rise a 
notch. God, this kid was going to drive him 
over the edge some day. He could
hear the angry young agent calling his boss 
every name in the book as he stood facing the 
wall.

Skinner got up, going into his private 
lavatory and shutting the door softly. **I 
cannot kill him. I cannot kill him.** Well he
could, but then he would have to tell Scully. 
It just wasn't worth it.

He came back out and was standing beside 
Mulder so quietly the younger man jumped. He 
hadn't realized Skinner was not
still safely working behind his desk.

"Something you want to say to me, Mulder?"

"No...*Sir*." Skinner almost cringed at that 
sarcastic 'Sir'. There was nothing quite like 
Mulder in smart-ass mode.

"Good. I just wanted to make sure while you 
could still talk." As Mulder opened his mouth 
to make another sneering remark,
Walter shoved a slimy, wet sliver of bar soap 
between his lips. Mulder started to sputter 
and spit, but Walter covered his
mouth with one big hand, the other going 
behind his neck.

"I'll take that out of your mouth when you're 
finished with this corner time. Don't make a 
sound or I'll use that ruler on you
again, and the corner time will start over. 
Understood?"

Mulder nodded, pleading for mercy with his 
big, engaging hazel eyes, his full bottom lip 
trembling against Walter's hand.

Skinner patted his jaw and wiped a stray tear 
from his smooth cheek, "Sorry, kid, won't 
work this time. Enjoy your corner.
Just think about the taste of that soap and 
about showing proper respect for authority."

He patted Mulder's head and crossed to his 
desk. Now he had a great view of a gorgeous 
man with a blessedly quiet mouth.

Ah, this was so much better.

*** 

On the other side of one of the office doors, 
Cancerman moved his ear away from the wood. 
Smiling, as he adjusted his
trousers to accomodate his erection..

**Very interesting development.**

Poor Fox, he just seems to attract that kind 
of trouble. That boy had certainly gotten his 
bottom warmed enough from Bill.
And Bill had been more than willing to let 
his best buddy watch those punishments. 
Cancerman smiled at the memory.

Now... maybe, just maybe, he needed to step 
in for his old friend... help keep that 
pretty boy of his in line.

Yes... yes, indeed-y.

End Eleven