Painful X-Perience Series
by DiAnn

Painful Experience II 


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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 II 
Busted
by DiAnn

Special Agents Dana Scully and Fox Mulder 
walked into Assistant Director Walter 
Skinner's office for their 2:00 p.m.
debriefing. Skinner watched them with 
interest. Something was up and honestly, he 
just wasn't sure he was really ready for
this, at least not today.

Agent Scully was very obviously angry with 
her partner. This in itself was unusual. She 
usually went out of her way to protect
him and forgave him for any lapses on his 
part easily and quickly. He on the other hand 
was not exhibiting his usual cocky
attitude. He kept his head down and did not 
make eye contact with either his partner or 
his boss.

"You may be seated." He saw Mulder wince as 
he lowered himself into the chair. "Were you 
injured during this incident,
Agent Mulder?"

Mulder glanced quickly at his partner, then 
back to Skinner, "No . . . no, Sir."

Skinner watched him closely. "I see. Why 
don't you tell me exactly what happened."

Mulder hesitated as if trying to find the 
right words to begin, but Scully beat him to 
it with a hard glare in her partner's
direction. "Well Sir, Agent Mulder contacted 
me early Saturday morning to accompany him on 
a field investigation. Several
deaths had been reported at a lake in 
Georgia. Agent Mulder, it turns out, was 
certain that a swamp monster was eating the
locals."

She gave Mulder another murderous glance. He 
squirmed in his seat and winced again. She 
continued. "It went downhill
from the beginning, Sir. It rained. It always 
rains on us. I just don't understand it," she 
seemed to almost be talking to herself
then she looked at him with big, puzzled blue 
eyes. "Why does it *always* rain on us, Sir?"

When she didn't get an answer from her 
perplexed boss, she just shook her head and 
continued, "We found a picture of a
tooth, my dog was eaten, the rental boat 
sank, we almost froze to death sitting on a 
rock in the middle of the lake, a bunch of
frogs died, Mulder went running off into the 
woods by himself and was almost 
killed*again*-this time by a giant alligator 
. . .
so I gave him a spanking. That's why he can't 
sit still today. And, " Now she stared 
pointedly at her red faced partner, "I just
may give time another one."

Skinner was stunned. Not that these two 
didn't have a way of surprising him, but this 
. . . he never expected this. "Agent
Mulder." No response. Mulder seemed to have 
found the carpet worthy of a very through 
investigation.

"Agent Mulder, look at me please!" he barked. 
This time the young agent jumped and met his 
boss's eyes for the first time
since entering the office.

"Is this true Mulder?"

Mulder blushed an even deeper shade of red. 
Skinner would not have thought that possible.

"Ah . . . well, Sir . . . we aren't really 
sure that the picture was an actual tooth and 
I didn't kill the frogs." He then squirmed in
his seat and earned himself another angry 
glare from his partner.

A.D. Skinner looked at his two agents. Mulder 
had actually let Scully spank him! From the 
look on her face he had no doubt
that she was capable of doing just that. In 
fact, she looked like she would like to give 
the Assistant Director a how I did it'
demonstration right this minute.

"Agent Scully, I suggest you hold off on any 
further disciplinary action until I have time 
to review this entire situation ." Mulder
looked greatly relieved. Skinner almost 
smiled. "Then I may even sanction such an 
act." Mulder bushed again. He certainly
looked great in that shade of red.

"That will be all for now." He watched them 
exit his office. Mulder opened the door and 
lay his hand lightly on the small of
Scully's back as she walked through the door. 
Obviously Mulder held no grudge against his 
partner. He must have deserved
what he had gotten.

When the door was firmly closed behind them, 
Skinner lay his head on his desk and gave in 
to uncontrollable laughter.

When the agents arrived at their basement 
office, Mulder again lowered himself gingerly 
into his chair. "I thought you had
forgiven me Scully, I mean after . . . after 
you did tha . . . that to me . . . we . . . 
we, uh . . . "

"I *know* what we did, Mulder. And that too 
was long overdue. I should have done both to 
you a long time ago, *also*."
She saw him relax a little. "But that little 
spanking I gave you was for running off 
without backup again. We haven't even
discussed my dog yet."

Mulder groaned and dropped his head into his 
hands. Just his luck. He finally gets a 
sexual relationship - make that a
*fabulous* sexual relationship- with Scully 
and she decides he needs to be spanked. Then 
she goes and tells Skinner all
about it. Could this possibly get any worse?

His E-mail indicator beeped. Mulder punched 
the appropriate key and looked at the screen.

8:00 P.M. DO. NOT. BE. LATE.

Oh Shit, Skinner already. Mulder groaned and 
erased the message.

"Something wrong, Mulder?" Scully looked 
concerned.

Mulder shook his head, "No . . . no just some 
information I have been expecting. Just came 
sooner than I thought it would,
that's all." *Another lecture from Walter . . 
. oh joy.*

"I'm meeting my . . . uh-h-h . . . source 
tonight at 8:00."

"Do you need me to come with you?"

"No!....No Scully. This one isn't dangerous, 
not at all. " *Yeah, right.*

"All right, but watch your back anyway. Call 
me at Mom's when you get back. I'm going to 
have dinner with her and
probably spend the night. I haven't seen her 
in a while."

"Sure Scully, I'll let you know when I get 
home safe and sound."

He had no doubt that when he called her later 
he would be safe. Sound could, however, be 
another issue all together. "Tell
your Mom I said hello. And Scully . . . "

"Yes, Mulder."

"Do you have to tell her about . . . about 
what happened . . . I mean what happened 
between us?"

"Do you mean the sex?"

"No, I don't mean the sex," he said 
sarcastically. "I doubt your Mother would be 
entirely surprised or displeased. *She*
does like me you know. I mean . . . the . . . 
the other."

"You mean that I took down your pants and 
smacked that perfect little butt of yours 
until it was hot and blistered?"

"Scully!"

She laughed at his outraged expression. Just 
*so cute*. "All right, I won't tell her this 
time but honestly she would probably
agree that it was warranted."

Mulder groaned, "No doubt she would."

Scully wondered if Mulder would be seeing 
Walter Skinner tonight. His relationship with 
Skinner was, of course, a secret.
But Mulder wasn't a very good liar, at least 
not to her. He always gave himself away. She 
had known he was attracted to
Skinner before he knew himself. She also knew 
that this was the first time he had been 
sexually drawn to another man and
was still very confused by his feelings.

She wasn't concerned about their 
relationship. She knew Mulder loved her. He 
had for several years. And she loved him.
She knew she loved him more than anyone or 
anything. If a relationship with Skinner made 
him happy and encouraged their
boss to help keep Mulder safe, then she had 
no problem.

She wanted Mulder happy and she wanted him 
safe.

She also thought that the uptight Skinner 
could use a little excitement in his life. 
Mulder was the personification of excitement.
Nothing was ever the same after Mulder. He 
could shake up your life like no one else.

And . . . she might even join the two men 
some time soon. A thrill of excitement ran up 
her spine at *that* thought. They
were both such handsome, sexy men. And she 
would really be doing Skinner a huge favor. 
As it was, Mulder spent so much
of his free time with her, he had very little 
left for Walter. A nice little threesome 
would solve that problem very nicely.
Actually make that *very, very* nicely. She 
shivered again.

She would have to mention it to Mulder very 
carefully. She did not want him to feel the 
least bit threatened. She knew she
loved him to distraction but Mulder was 
always waiting for her to come to her senses 
and leave him high and dry. Silly boy.

********

Mulder looked around him as he knocked on 
Skinner's door. **Come on Walter, it is not 
safe for me to be standing on your
porch like this**. He could tell anyone who 
asked that he and his boss were going over 
the case files he held in his hands.
But he would just rather not be seen here at 
all.

As Mulder looked behind him again, the door 
opened and a large hand reached out, grabbed 
the front of his jacket and
jerked him inside the house.



**Oh Great! Hope no one was watching that 
little move.**

He suddenly found he was being held up by his 
upper arms and staring into the angry brown 
eyes of Assistant Director
Walter Skinner. **I always forget how big 
*he* is.**

"Ah-h-h . . . hello, Walter."

Skinner's answer was to start shaking Mulder 
violently. The files in Mulder's hands fell 
to the floor. Mulder struggled but it
really didn't do him much good. The attack 
had been too sudden, Skinner was too strong, 
and the floor under his feet was
too polished.

"Wal . . . Walter stop. Let me . . . g..go. 
What is wr . . . wrong with yo . . . you 
anyway?"

Skinner held the younger man still. "Do you 
want to know what's bothering me, Mulder? I 
got the police report back on that
incident in Georgia. You emptied your whole 
clip into that alligator while you lay 
helpless on the ground. It died less than two
feet from you." He started shaking Mulder 
again.

"How. Many. Times. Do. I. Have. To. Tell. 
You. To. Wait. For. Backup." Skinner yelled.

As far as Mulder was concerned, this evening 
was going downhill fast. In fact, it was 
going about one hundred percent worse
than he had anticipated. He expected Walter 
to lecture him again, probably even yell at 
him. But right now he was scrambling
his brains. And Mulder couldn't get enough 
leverage to stop him. It was embarrassing. 
And, if Skinner didn't stop what he
was doing soon, Mulder felt certain he was 
going to lose his dinner all over his boss.

Skinner finally stopped and felt Mulder sway 
on his feet. Good. That was a perfectly fine 
beginning to the lesson he planned
to teach this troublesome boy tonight. Scully 
may have started it, but Walter Skinner 
planned to finish it, in spades.

"Now Fox, I want you to tell me exactly what 
happened to you."

"Wh . . . what?" What was Skinner talking 
about. That alligator hadn't really hurt him.

Skinner sighed at the confusion on Mulder's 
face. Dense. Brilliant but dense. "Tell me 
why you allowed your partner to
punish you."

**Oh-h-h-h, not the alligator . . . Scully. 
That made more sense.** Scully had done 
something to him, no doubt about that.
Might have been easier if the alligator had 
decided to punish him.

"Sh . . . She threatened to leave me; to 
leave the X-Files. I had to stop her, no 
matter what it took. You know I can't lose
Scully. I...I...I love her. And she had good 
reason to be angry. I had promised not to 
ditch her anymore."

"So you can finally admit you are in love 
with Scully. Well, it's about damned time. 
And what about me, Mulder, what do you
feel for me?"

He stared into Mulder's large expressive 
eyes. Mulder may not be ready to say the 
words but the message in those eyes was
clear, so was the confusion and fear.

"Fox, does Scully know about us?"

"I think she suspects. I'm not very good at 
keeping things from her. She seems to read my 
innermost thoughts or something.
It is *so* damned spooky. She doesn't seem to 
mind about our . . . our . . . relationship."

"Good, we'll talk more about Scully later, 
now back to business. I can't threaten to 
leave you. I am stuck with you" Mulder
winced, he preferred to think Skinner wanted 
him around. "But I *am* going to punish you 
myself. Not because you give me
your permission but because I am bigger, 
meaner and angrier than you are. And because 
you deserve it. Understand?"

Mulder swallowed hard. Opened his mouth to 
speak, but nothing came out. His face had 
gone white and his eyes were huge
in his face. Skinner thought he looked 
absolutely gorgeous. A hot knot formed in 
Skinner's stomach and traveled downward.
**This boy is going to be the death of me 
yet.**

"Take off your jacket and tie, Mulder. You 
can just leave them on that chair."

Mulder did as he was told, with his tie gone 
and the top few buttons of his shirt undone 
he felt he could breathe a little better.

Then suddenly Skinners grabbed him firmly by 
the arm and forcefully drug him into the den. 
He stood Mulder in front of him
and reached for his agent's belt buckle.

"Have you ever been strapped, Mulder?"

Mulder flinched then froze. Just stood there, 
like some beautiful statue. He seemed lost. 
Somehow in his foggy mind he found
the words he needed to answer the question. 
"Yes . . . Yes, sir. My . . . My Dad, . . . 
Sir."

Skinner looked at him closely. Terrified. 
Mulder was absolutely stone cold terrified. 
Oh shit! He had not expected this. Now
what should he do?

"Fox, I am only doing this because I don't 
want you to take such foolish chances with 
your life. I know Scully has tried to
reason with you too, but you just don't 
listen. Do you really want to hurt the people 
who love you most?"

Mulder seemed genuinely surprised. "People 
who love *me*?"

Skinner could not believe this. "Are you 
telling me that you love Scully and that you 
love me but you don't think we love you
enough to be concerned about whether you live 
or die?"

Mulder shifted his eyes to the floor. Skinner 
lowered himself to the couch and pulled 
Mulder down beside him. He kept a
firm arm around his agent's shoulders. "What 
did you think about what Scully did to you? 
Did you like it, did it turn you on?"

Mulder's black satin voice was so low, 
Skinner had to strain to hear him. "No. 
Actually I hated it, but it was better than
losing her. It was humiliating but I would 
let her do it a hundred times before I lost 
her. Besides I probably deserved it. And
she . . . she made love to me . . . 
afterwards."

"Finally! I though you two would never . . . 
Do you think I have just cause to punish 
you?"

Mulder would not meet his eyes. "Probably. 
But . . . I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of 
the strap. I...I don't want to live through
that again. I don't want to bleed like that 
again."

"BLEED!" He felt Mulder flinch and tightened 
his hug on Mulder's shoulders. "What happened 
to you, Mulder? Did your
Dad...to a kid...how could he?"

Now Mulder turned angry eyes to his boss. "It 
was my fault. I lost Samantha," he yelled. "I 
was supposed to take care of her
but I lost her. I deserved to suffer." Mulder 
took a deep calming breath and lowered his 
voice. "After Sam was taken, Mom
didn't know I was there, couldn't even see 
me. I was as dead to her as she feared 
Samantha was. But Dad saw me. He . . .
he punished me for losing my sister, for 
hurting my mother, for destroying our family. 
I. . . I deserved that pain."

Skinner pulled the handsome young agent even 
more tightly into his arms. *Shit! Shit! 
Shit!* He looked down at the top of
the dark head resting against his chest. "So 
Fox, tell me why you think Scully spanked 
you. Did she think you deserved pain,
too?"

Mulder didn't even have to think about that 
one. He smiled. "No, Scully doesn't really 
want to hurt me. She just doesn't want
to see me get injured. I scare her. She 
wanted to get my attention. She doesn't think 
I listen to her. I do. But she doesn't think
so. I just want to protect her. Of course, 
I'd rather have her with me all the time but 
I can't stand the thought of her being
hurt. I couldn't go on without her, not now. 
She smacked me because she thought that would 
make me change. Make me
take her into danger with me."

He took a deep breath. "Scully probably does 
love me, at least I hope so, and that's why 
she did that to me but . . . but now
I'm afraid she liked it."

"Is that going to be a problem?"

Mulder looked resigned, "No, if it makes her 
feel like she is doing her best to protect 
me, keeps her with me or just makes
her happy, I'll let her do it. But I have to 
tell you. I hope not too often. She's little 
but she just about killed me with that
hairbrush of hers."

Skinner laughed and easily flipped the 
unsuspecting agent over his lap. Mulder 
struggled for a moment then calmed down to
accept his fate. Skinner reached down and 
ruffled his hair.

"Let me see just how much damage a little 
redhead on the rampage can do." He expertly 
peeled Mulder's slacks and boxers
to his knees. He rubbed his large hand over 
the recently spanked flesh and felt Mulder 
flinch.

"She certainly did a good job on you. She 
must have been furious."

Mulder tried to twist around to look at 
Walter over his shoulder. "Well, I did kill 
her dog."

Smack! "Ouch." Walter's hard hand was 
certainly effective on his still sore 
backside. "What was that for?"

"Mulder, I am tired of you taking the blame 
for everything that happens." Smack! "Sure, 
you asked Scully to go with you but
did you force her to go?" Smack!

"Ouch! No, of course not, I would never force 
her to go with me."

"Did you invite the dog?" Smack!

"Ouch, Shit! No, I hated that yippy little 
mutt. Will you cut that out? Ouch! It hurts."

"Well, you didn't eat the damned dog then did 
you?" Smack!

"Ouch! No . . . No, but I should have shown 
her more compassion. I was afraid she would 
blame me so I tried to just
change the subject. Get her mind off the 
little alligator bait."

"You know, Mulder," Smack! "You drive me 
crazy. I don't know whether to blister your 
ass again" Smack! "or take you
upstairs and love you senseless." Smack!

"Ouch! . . . Do I get to vote?"

Skinner chuckled, gave Mulder another light 
smack and helped him to his feet. "Ok. You 
win this time. But listen to me, and
listen well. If I find out, Scully has to 
spank you again, I'll give you another dose 
at the first opportunity. And it won't be
something you will soon forget."

Mulder was adjusting his clothing. Skinner 
reached over and took his chin in strong 
fingers, then raised the hazel eyes to meet
his own. "Got that?"

"Yes, Sir. But . . . but what if Scully just 
does it for no reason? Maybe she liked it too 
much."

"Mulder I doubt that Agent Scully does much 
of anything without a reason. Especially 
cause you pain. She protects you like
a lioness with a favorite cub. And secondly, 
if she smacks you just for fun, I doubt she 
will tell me about it."

Mulder nodded.

"Now are you clear about what will happen the 
next time you are reckless?"

Another nod.

"Good. Now go call Scully and tell her you 
are all right. You won't be going home 
tonight and I don't want her to worry
about you."

Skinner laughed again. "It could be bad for 
your health."

End Two