Painful X-Perience Series
by DiAnn

Painful Experience Part XIII 

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

Warning: Mulder/Scully/Skinner/Other 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.

Summary: Mulder is being a very poor hospital patient. 
***Best to read first eleven parts of this series for this 
one to really make sense. Even that might now help.

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 XIII
Doctor's Orders
by DiAnn


Mercy Hospital 
Aspauh, Ohio

Dr. Gerald Ramsey walked down the hall of *his* hospital. It 
was small but well equipped and staffed with the best of the 
best. The finest doctors and nurses
available anywhere. He would put his people up against any 
larger hospital. Each one and picked, he had seen to it 
personally.

Dr. Ramsey was a big man. Big in spirit and in body. Well 
over six feet and still in top physical condition. He worked 
out every day without fail. He would not have
settled for less from himself.

He was tough but fair. Well respected and admired by all who 
knew him. He had built this hospital into what it was today. 
It was his empire and his legacy.

Suddenly he heard a commotion coming from room 402. That 
darned FBI agent again. "Fox Mulder," Dr. Ramsey sighed. 
When the agent had first arrived badly
injured and in obvious pain, his nurses had made quite a 
fuss over the handsome young man. Now they just fussed 
*about* him.

The kid was a royal pain in the ass. The worst patient Dr. 
Ramsey had seen in a very long time, unfortunately not long 
enough for his liking.

He walked into room 402.

"I said take this away. I can't eat it and I won't eat it. 
Nobody could eat it, nobody would want to. Why can't you 
just listen to me for a change. Where is that
damned doctor today anyway? I want out of here . . . now."

Dr. Ramsey's lips compressed into a thin line. This young 
man may be an FBI Agent but he as in serious need of some 
discipline. But instead it seemed he just got
coddled. He and his striking red-haired partner were 
obviously very close, probably lovers from all appearances. 
And although he did listen to her, the minute she
left his room he went into this tyrant act again.

And then there was Assistant Director Skinner. The man had 
flown all the way here from Washington just to personally 
check on his wounded agent. But he seemed
to garner little respect or maintain little control over the 
unruly young agent.

Dr. Ramsey cleared his throat from the doorway. All eyes 
turned in his direction. The three nurses with expressions 
of relief, Mulder with a glare.

"I. Am. Leaving. This. Hospital. Today." Mulder ground out 
between his teeth. "Do I make myself clear, *Doctor*?"

Dr. Ramsey walked over and stared into the hazel eyes of his 
irritating patient. They sparkled with intelligence, passion 
and anger. Dr. Ramsey had seen many men
like this Agent Mulder in his life. Brilliant, driven and 
reckless. He had put many of these young men back on the 
straight path by curbing that reckless spirit. Perhaps
he could save this beautiful young man also.

He turned to the nurses. "You may leave now. I wall take 
over Agent Mulder's care from here."

Mulder watched as the nurses retreated. Now what? These 
power games always made his anger rise another degree. God, 
he hated hospitals. And where were
Scully and Skinner? They said they could be here first thing 
this morning. It was now definitely morning, where were 
they?

He glared at the doctor. Unfortunately the powerfully built 
man was glaring back.

"Agent Mulder, you are disrupting this hospital."

"So let me leave."

"You are not ready to leave my care. I would think two or 
three more days before those wounds are healed enough for a 
trip back to Washington. They were
already seriously infected when you came into the hospital. 
Even though your temperature is now within an acceptable . . 
. "

"I - Feel- Fine. I'm cured. You're a great doctor. 
Satisfied? Now I'm leaving this second rate Witch Doctor's 
Hut now." Mulder started to rise.

**Witch Doctor's Hut.** Dr. Ramsey glowered. Yes, this young 
man was in need of some major attitude adjustment and he was 
just the man to administer it.

Mulder's eyes widened in surprise when the doctor took two 
more steps toward the bed and was now towering over him 
menacingly. **What the hell.**

"Son, you are about to see this hospital in a whole new 
light." He lowered the bed until Mulder was flat on his 
back.

"Hey . . . Cut it out . . . what are you doing? Medical 
terrorism isn't part of the Hippocratic Oath you know." 
**Well maybe it was, Scully used it on him all the
time.**

"I'm going to turn you over now, Mr. Mulder."

He began to gently but firmly turn Mulder onto his stomach. 
Mulder struggled ineffectively, the doctor was bigger than 
he was but on a good day, Mulder could have
easily held his own against him. However, this was not a 
good day. He might be a trained Federal Agent but he was 
still sick and weak from his injuries. Dr. Ramsey
put him where he wanted him without much difficulty.

"What the hell are you doing. You have never examined me 
like this before."

"You are right, I haven't but maybe I should have. It's time 
to start your physical therapy now, Agent Mulder."

Dr. Ramsey pulled down the blanket that covered him and 
quickly pushed aside the flaps of the hated hospital gown, 
baring him from the waist down. " I want you
to put both hands on the pillow by your head, and don't move 
them."

Mulder swallowed hard. He did not like the turn this morning 
had suddenly taken. **Where the hell was Scully.**

"Wh . . . what are you going to do?"

"I said hands on the pillow," Ramsey barked. It was a voice 
Mulder recognized. Skinner's military command voice. He had 
learned to somewhat ignore Skinner but
this voice he obeyed before he even thought about it.

"If you move those hands, young man, it will just go harder 
for you." Ramsey laid one big hand on the small of Mulder's 
back. He was not going to allow Mulder to
move enough to tear out his stitches.

The hand felt heavy and hot on Mulder's bare skin. **Go 
harder! What would go harder?**

"What the hell do you think you are you going to do to me. 
Let me up from here right now."

"You, my boy, are obviously someone special. Smart, 
handsome, probably a damned good agent. But you need 
discipline. You obviously aren't going to get it from
that pretty partner of yours and even AD Skinner treats you 
with kid gloves. But I don't own any kid gloves, Mr. 
Mulder."

Mulder felt the first stinging slap on his right buttock. 
**The man was actually spanking him!** Mulder was beginning 
to see a pattern here. It seemed people were a
lot less inclined to just put up with his smart mouth 
lately. Must be some kind of intergalactic planetary shift 
or something.

The second slap landed on the same spot, followed by a third 
on that same injured area. Mulder flinched involuntarily, 
that one area on his right cheek was on fire.
Before he could take in a good breath to protest, three 
identical slaps landed on his left side.

"Stop it!" Mulder moved his hand down to protect his 
vulnerable backside. A resounding slap landed on the back of 
his right thigh. "Ouch-h-h-." The slap repeated
itself on the same burning thigh area.

"Hands back on the pillow, Mr. Mulder. The slap repeated 
once more on his thigh. Mulder quickly brought his hands up 
beside his head.

"I will not stop, Mr. Mulder, I have not even begun." The 
big stinging palm landed again and again as the doctor 
punished the skin of Mulder's glowing backside. He
was relentless and determined to inflict substantial 
discomfort to this troublesome young man.

Mulder's demands were ignored, his threats left unanswered, 
his pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. Finally the assault 
stopped. Mulder's butt stung like the blazes of
hell itself.

"Well, that was about 30 strokes, do you think you can 
behave yourself in this hospital now?"

Mulder buried his head in the pillow and refused to answer. 
He didn't have to play along with this bastard's sick games.

"Fine. We'll see how you feel after thirty more." Mulder 
gasped out a "no" just as the heavy hand landed on his 
already sore backside.

This time Mulder couldn't control the flinches and 
involuntary wiggling or the muffled cries that escaped his 
lips. He was burning up. The man hit the same areas over
and over again. He used a series of three slaps to a chosen 
spot then moved on to find another patch of skin that took 
his fancy. The only breaks coming when
Mulder moved his hands, then his thighs received the 
doctor's attention. Mulder quickly learned not to move his 
hands.

Mulder, much to his shame, felt choking sobs coming from 
deep in his chest. The good doctor was as unmoved by tears 
as he had been by commands and threats.
He was relentless and Mulder felt himself become lightheaded 
with the emotional overload of the stinging pain and the 
immense humiliation. It took him a few
moments to notice when the slaps had stopped.

Dr. Ramsey looked down at the back of the dark head on the 
pillow. The young man was trembling from head to foot. Good. 
Nothing like a lesson well learned.

"Now, are you willing to conduct yourself in a manner 
suitable to this hospital or do I need to administer another 
thirty strokes?"

"No. No . . . I'll . . . I'll . . . "

Ramsey ruffled the man's soft hair. He noticed that handsome 
face, half buried in the pillow, was as red as his behind.

"You'll do what, Agent Mulder?"

Mulder took a deep shaky breath, "I won't make any more 
trouble."

"Good, I thought you would eventually see this my way. Now 
don't try to turn over. We're going to leave that handsome 
backside of yours just as it is for a while.
Let your nurses see what happens to unruly patients in this 
hospital. He heard Mulder groan and the shade of red on his 
face intensify.

"Pl . . . please don't do this to me."

Ramsey adjusted the hospital gown to show a good portion of 
the long, well-muscled back as well as the well-punished 
backside. This young man's body was a
work of art, his nurses were going to enjoy this.

"I warn you, Mr. Mulder, you are to stay in this position. 
Hands by your head, buttocks open to the air. If you fail to 
do so, you will find yourself receiving a good
dose of my leather belt. Do you understand?"

Mulder gritted out a yes between clenched teeth, face 
flaming.

About fifteen minutes later Scully appeared in the doorway. 
Mulder had already been visited by each of his three nurses. 
He would never forget this embarrassment.

He groaned when he saw Scully. She was standing in the 
doorway with her mouth hanging open. He might have enjoyed 
this un-Scullylike confusion if it had not
been for his present predicament.

Scully stood fascinated. Her errant partner, whom she had 
expected to find in a rage when she arrived, was lying 
quietly on his stomach. He was practically naked
and sporting a very red bottom. And what a truly fine bottom 
it was. No wonder those nurses out front were all smiling 
like that. Then she noticed his tear stained,
red face. His sad 'hurt puppy' eyes begging for sympathy.

"Mulder, what happened?" She cooed as she started to pull 
the blanket up to cover him.

"Scully stop! You can't do that. He'll . . . he'll come back 
. .. he'll do it again if you . . . you . . . "

Scully stopped pulling on the blankets, "Who did this to 
you, Mulder?"

A brief hesitation. "The doctor. I pissed off the doctor."

Scully hid a smile. "I would say you did."

Scully looked down with appreciation at her partner's 
beautiful, blistered butt. Well it was probably long 
overdue. She and Walter should have stopped his tirades
days ago. But he had been in so much pain and they had been 
so worried about him, they had let him act pretty much like 
a spoiled brat.

Now Mulder was lying quietly in what had to be a most 
humbling position. Someone in the medical profession had 
finally found a way to effectively sedate Mulder.
She just might give that doctor a kiss.

She looked up to see Walter enter the room.

"What's going on in here? All those nurses . . . " Skinner 
had suddenly stopped, speechless. He looked at Scully with a 
combination of shock and confusion.

She smiled at Walter, "He was causing difficulty in the 
hospital. The doctor took matters into his own hands, so to 
speak."

Scully and Skinner looked at each other and instantly broke 
into laughter. They couldn't help it, this was just too 
good. They laughed until tears ran down their faces
and they were gasping for breath. Mulder glared at them. 
**Some friends he picked.**

Skinner struggled to gain control of himself, "You know 
Mulder, this seems to just keep happening to you. Must be 
that boyish face of yours. You just look like
someone who needs a good spanking."

"I'm so glad you two are enjoying this . . . *Sir*." Mulder 
spat.

Skinner ignored the sarcasm just oozing from that statement. 
"Oh we are, Mulder, we are. Scully, why is he just lying 
there like that?"

"From what I can gather, Walter, he apparently has to 
display that cute little red butt of his to anyone who walks 
in the room until Dr. Ramsey comes back. If he
moves before that time, he gets another spanking.

Skinner glanced down at his troublesome agent. "I wish I'd 
thought of this. A well-spanked Mulder decorating a corner 
of my office, that should make my job a little
more enjoyable."

Scully laughed, "Or how about this view perking up some 
dreary little run-down motel he has managed to find for us."

"So I take it you don't disapprove of my methods?"

No one had noticed Dr. Ramsey standing in the doorway of the 
room. Mulder wondered how long he had been there and how 
much he had heard.

Scully laughed again. "Well actually, we heartily approve 
but I don't think poor Mulder is too happy right now." She 
ran a familiar hand over the smooth, hot skin of
her partner's injured cheeks. He groaned softly and flinched 
at her touch.

"Well, in my opinion that young man needs discipline. He 
appears to be totally out of control. And he is far too 
intelligent and . . . " he winked at Scully, "much too
*pretty* to lose. His nurses have throughly enjoyed today's 
view from room 402."

Dr. Ramsey looked at the two people standing over the 
embarrassed young man. They obviously cared about him 
enormously. That was a comfort to the doctor.
He really did not want to think about this bright young 
federal agent getting himself killed. He liked the strength 
and passion he saw in him, just not in *his* hospital.

The doctor addressed his patient, "Fox, you will stay just 
as you are until lunch. You are very beautiful, it isn't 
often the staff gets such a pleasant opportunity. Good
for morale, you know. And of course, they think you were 
more than deserving of what you got. Everyone likes to see 
justice served." The doctor then turned on his
heel and left.

Skinner looked down at his now docile agent, who once again 
had his blushing face buried in the pillow. He glanced at 
his watch, "Well Agent Scully, we have about
two hours before our upended young friend here is in a 
position to carry on a conversation with us. Face to face 
that is. How would you like to spend the time?"

"Shopping, Sir. I feel the need to purchase a new 
hairbrush." Mulder groaned. "A good sturdy one. And Walter, 
don't you need something from the leather
department?" A louder groan from the bed.

"Yes Dana, I think I do need to add a few new belts to my 
collection. Unless there is a serious change of attitude 
once we get home, I might be wearing out the ones
I have."

Scully ruffled Mulder's hair. "Looks like your leash just 
got shortened Mulder. And by the way you really are 
beautiful like that." She bent down and kissed the back
of his chocolate brown head.

"Shall we go Walter? I'm sure his nurses would like to spend 
a little more time in here now."

The End Thirteen