Painful X-Perience Series
by DiAnn

Painful Experience IV

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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 IV
Never Trust a Vampire
by DiAnn

They were sitting across from each other in 
the motel's restaurant having breakfast. At 
least Dana Scully was having
breakfast. Mulder was just pushing his food 
around on the plate.

"Uh . . . Scully, I was wondering if you 
could maybe .. . well . . . not tell 
Skinner?" Scully looked up at her partner, he 
was
using the pouting lower lip on her. It wasn't 
going to work this time. Not that it wasn't 
adorable. In fact, it was one of her
favorite expressions, he looked just like an 
innocent little boy. It was just *so cute* . 
. . but well . . . it just wasn't going to
work this time.

"Not on your life, Mulder. Walter told me 
about your deal. If I found it necessary to 
spank you again, you get another one
from him."

"Scully!" Mulder looked frantically around 
him, hoping no one had heard this last bit of 
information.

Scully laughed. "What's the matter, Mulder? 
There isn't a woman in this place, and 
probably very few men, who wouldn't get
off on the image of you across my knees 
getting that cute little butt of yours 
smacked." Mulder groaned and lowered his head
into his hands. "Besides, Walter promised I 
could watch." Another groan, this time he 
lowered his head all the way to the
tabletop and just rested there.

The waitress came by, staring at the 
deliciously handsome man with his dark head 
on the table. She looked concerned.
"Need and help here?"

Scully smiled up at the waitress, "No, I'm 
fine and I'm afraid he is beyond help right 
now."

*********

Assistant Director Walter Skinner watched as 
the two agents seated themselves in front of 
his desk. So, it had happened. He
could tell without even being told. Mulder 
had gotten himself in hot water again. Had to 
have his ass saved by his partner and
paid for the favor with that same said cute 
little ass. She must have done a good job on 
him. He was squirming all over that
chair.

"Agent Scully, Agent Mulder, I understand 
that several suspects escaped capture. What 
exactly happened?"

Mulder met his eyes for the first time since 
entering the room, "I had apprehended the two 
suspected Werewolves, Sir, but
then . . . "

"Excuse me, Agent Mulder, did I hear you 
correctly? Did you say Werewolves?"

Mulder was nodding his head, "Yes Sir, I . . 
. "

Scully interrupted her partner, "Because 
Agent Mulder failed to wait for proper 
backup, he was surprised by a third person .
. . "

Mulder's head shot up again, "That was not my 
fault. No one would have been prepared for 
the interference of a Vampire.
Vampires just do not associate with . . .

"

"Vampire, Agent Mulder?" Now Skinner was 
wearing that incredulous look that often 
accompanied conversations with
Mulder. Was he really hearing this? Mulder 
certainly knew how to keep a person's 
attention.

Scully's voice was cool and calm. "Yes Sir, 
Vampire, and a very sneaky one at that. What 
is the world coming to when you
can't trust a Vampire to act like a Vampire?"

Mulder was nodding his head vigorously. **Now 
this was better, Scully was supporting his 
explanation.**

Skinner's eyes shot to Scully. **Did she 
really believe this stuff?** Her face was a 
neutral mask but her eyes were dancing
with mischief. **Thank God. He wouldn't be 
able to deal with two of them.**

"Uh . . . I see, why don't *you* continue, 
Agent Scully."

"As I was saying, Agent Mulder was surprised, 
beaten and rendered unconscious. Both of his 
guns were taken by the uh . . .
Vampire. And we lost another cell phone and a 
flashlight, Sir."

Mulder winced and rolled his eyes toward the 
ceiling. **Well, so much for Scully 
supporting his cause.**

"What was the extent of Agent Mulder's 
injuries, Agent Scully? I see no record of a 
hospital visit here."

"He did not go to a hospital, Sir. He was 
whining so much I finally agreed to care for 
him myself, again. He had a mild
concussion, serious bruising to his back and 
chest area, two ribs badly bruised but not 
broken, sprained wrist, laceration and
bruising to the face area and . . . a very 
sore bottom, Sir."

Mulder could feel his boss glaring at him. He 
closed his eyes. Skinner glanced at Scully, 
she nodded slightly. It was time.
Time to teach this young man a lesson is self 
preservation. They also wanted him to 
understand how much he meant to both
of them. How much they cared about him. 
Something at which his parents had failed 
miserably. Mulder's father had punished
him for the father's own sins. Punished him 
until he bled, not only physically, but his 
heart had bled as well.

He and Scully had discussed this at length. 
Scully loved Mulder, actually they both did. 
The idea of his loss was not
acceptable. They had decided that the next 
time Mulder messed up, never doubting there 
would be a next time, he was going
to find out just how important he was to 
them. How much they loved him and needed him. 
He was going to find out about
Tough Love'.

He was much too reckless and careless with 
his own life while protecting Scully's by any 
means possible. They had tried
reasoning with him, he always promised to 
improve. He didn't. Only a good old-fashioned 
spanking seemed to get his
attention. Mulder hated to be disciplined. 
Skinner rather enjoyed doing it last time. It 
was the only time Mulder's face had lost
its self assurance. He had looked totally off 
balance and absolutely adorable. All huge 
eyes and pouting lip. It was a pleasant
change from the agent's normally irritating, 
smart-assed attitude.

"Agent Mulder, do you have anything you would 
like to add to Agent Scully's statement?"

Mulder opened his eyes, started to speak, 
changed his mind. Started to speak again, 
then just closed his mouth and shook
his head slowly.

"In that case, I will see you both tonight 
for dinner, say around eight o'clock?" Scully 
nodded at the AD.

Mulder had lost what little color he had 
left, big eyes again, shell shock. He just 
stared at this boss while Scully tugged at 
his
arm trying to get him up out of the chair.

Skinner studied him closely, "Is there a 
problem, Agent Mulder?"

Mulder looked at him with a lost expression, 
his velvet voice not much above a whisper, 
"Please Sir, don't do this to me."

Skinner glanced above his head to where Dana 
stood looking concerned. Skinner looked back 
down at the brilliant, beautiful
and infuriating FBI Agent in the chair in 
front of him. He said in a gentle whisper, 
"Don't worry, Mulder, it won't be so bad.
We'll take care of you."

Mulder stared a moment longer, nodded once 
and allowed his partner to lead him from the 
room.

******

Scully had not allowed Mulder to go home. He 
had showered and changed into jeans at her 
apartment. As he dug through
*his* drawer he wondered just how many 
clothes he actually had. There were quite a 
few here at Scully's place and a few
more at Skinner's house. At least he could 
usually find something clean somewhere.

Scully glanced at her partner with concern. 
He was so quiet. He had hardly spoken at all 
after their meeting with Skinner. He
was scared. He really didn't have to be. Both 
she and Skinner loved him to distraction, 
would never do anything to really hurt
him.

Mulder did not realize it but their mutual 
love for him was what held the three 
together. She did love Skinner, but knew she
would not continue a relationship with him 
without Mulder in the picture. Skinner 
undoubtedly felt the same way about her.
And Mulder, well as usual Mulder didn't have 
a clue. He didn't think he really deserved 
love, so he never expected it.

Mulder was one of the strongest men she had 
ever known. He was brilliant, capable, 
honest, loyal . . . but when it came to
love, he was a complete victim. Often 
vulnerable to the point of ridiculous. Well, 
this time he had lucked out. The two people
who loved him the most in the world, were 
committed to saving Mulder from everyone, 
especially himself.

Of course, she could see why Mulder was a 
little apprehensive tonight. They were, after 
all, very angry with him and he knew
that probably meant a discipline session. He 
also knew he deserved it. He could have been 
killed in that warehouse. She
shuddered to even think how many times she 
had almost lost him. Well, from now on he was 
going to listen to her. He was
going to listen and he was going to wait for 
backup. And if she couldn't get the message 
across to him she would let Walter
Skinner help her.

*********

Skinner opened the door for his two favorite 
agents. Dana smiled warmly as he kissed her 
lightly. He reached for Mulder but
stepped back quickly as the younger man 
stiffened uncharacteristically and pulled 
away. Skinner frowned, it was certainly
going to be a long night.

"Dana, I found that sweater you were looking 
for last weekend. I put it in the drawer 
where you two keep your extra
clothing."

Scully had not taken her eyes off her 
partner, who was conducting a through 
investigation of the floor. "Uh . . . thanks
Walter. What's for dinner? Something sure 
smells great."

Dinner was a disaster. Walter and Dana tried 
to make small talk while they both watched 
the top of Mulder's dark head bent
low over his plate. A plate from which he had 
not taken one bite but had rearranged several 
times. He had not looked at
either of them the entire evening.

Suddenly Skinner lost his patience. "OK, 
that's it." Both agent's bright heads popped 
up and with wide eyes, stared at their
boss. Skinner moved behind Mulder and placed 
his hand firmly on the back of the young 
man's head, pulling Mulder up out
of his chair by the scruff of his neck and 
shaking him slightly.

"We all know what is on the agenda for 
tonight, let's get this over with so the 
entire weekend isn't ruined." Another shake 
to
Mulder's neck. "Then maybe you will eat a 
decent meal. I am so tired of you starving 
yourself to death every time you get
upset, which is much too often." Another 
shake. "You would think we planned to execute 
you tonight, get into the den,
Mulder."

Upon arriving in the den, Skinner pushed 
Mulder down into a soft leather wingback 
chair. He immediately tried to rise.
Skinner glared, "Do I need to restrain you, 
Agent Mulder?" Mulder sat back down. He did 
not like being tied down. Skinner
smiled at the top of his head. "Go ahead and 
pout, Mulder. It's cute but it won't do you 
any good this time."

Skinner and Scully took seats across from 
Mulder. Skinner studied Mulder's averted 
face. He was trying to look cool but
only managed to look young and hurt. God, did 
he look young. No wonder Mulder always tried 
to act so tough, self defense
with a face like that.

Skinner cleared his throat but Mulder refused 
to look at him. "Agent Mulder, we seem to 
have an ongoing problem with your
inability to stay with your partner. You 
repeatedly act alone in obvious dangerous 
situations. Now I could handle this through
regular channels, reprimands, suspensions but 
you would probably end up losing the 
X-Files." Mulder's head shot up.
Skinner had his full attention now.

"And it would just give your enemies more 
ammunition to use against you. And I wouldn't 
be able to make sure that Scully
was there to watch your back."

He got no verbal response from his handsome 
young agent.

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME, MULDER?" Mulder 
jumped in his seat, swallowed hard and nodded 
his head. **That
marine' voice always worked on Mulder. **

"As I was saying, I have decided to handle 
this chronic problem in a more personal way, 
with Dan's assistance, of course."
Now Mulder didn't seem to be able to take his 
eyes off Skinner.

Walter let his next words drop in the now 
silent room. "A sound strapping may be the 
only thing to get your attention and
keep it."

Skinner watched as Mulder's face flushed then 
paled. His eyes seemed to lose focus. **This 
boy is terrified.** Skinner
thought sadly. **Come on, Kid, don't you know 
I could never really hurt you? **

Skinner stood and began to clear his desk. 
"Dana, would you help Fox get ready, please." 
Walter watched from the corner
of his eye as Scully pulled her shocked and 
unresponsive partner from his chair. She 
moved him gently toward the big solid
desk. As Dana reached for his belt buckle, 
she paused to kiss him tenderly and whisper a 
gentle reassurance in his ear.
Mulder wouldn't or maybe couldn't meet her 
eyes.

Dana gently pushed him close to the desk and 
lowered his jeans and boxers to his knees. 
Mulder seemed transfixed with the
sight of the one inch leather strap in 
Skinner's hand. He shivered hard.

Dana continued to caress him as Skinner also 
moved in to kiss him, nibbling affectionately 
at his jaw line and neck. **Such a
beautiful boy. How could his father have been 
so cruel to him?** Skinner would never 
understand some men. He couldn't
imagine being given such a precious gift as a 
son like this and then to abuse him. Not 
discipline him but cruelly abuse him.

Skinner began to rub his hand over Mulder's 
body. He could feel the heat coming off his 
young agent even through his
clothing.

"Mulder, I want you to trust us. Dana and I 
love you. We are not your father. We just 
want you to understand how important
it is to us that we never lose you. We just 
can't let that happen. We love you too much. 
Do you understand, Mulder?"

His only response was a slight flicker of 
Mulder's hazel eyes. Well, that would have to 
do for a response. Skinner gently
pushed Mulder forward until his upper body 
rested on the hard oak desk. Scully moved 
around to sit in the chair, one hand
immediately going to rest in Mulder's soft 
brown hair.

Mulder was back in his father's house. He was 
twelve years old and helpless. He remembered 
being in just this position
across his father's desk except then there 
had been yelling. Loud angry yelling and his 
father telling him, everything was his
fault. His fault for losing his sister, for 
upsetting his Mother, for destroying the 
whole family. For not being the one to be
taken. His father had said that over and over 
and once or twice Mulder had heard his father 
sob. Sob for his lost daughter,
his little love, not for the son he now 
tortured.

But back those years ago, he couldn't 
remember there ever being one small, cool 
hand on his shoulder and another gently
stroking his hair.

He heard the swish of the strap only a brief 
moment before the stinging impact of the 
leather on his skin. Thack! Pain! He
flinched but made no sound. He had been 
taught long ago not to make a sound. 
Neighbors might hear and not understand
how much he deserved what he was getting. He 
remembered the lesson well. **To cry out 
brought greater pain.**

Mulder shivered hard again. **Stay quiet, 
take it, take what you deserve.** Mulder knew 
that soon, through the blinding
pain, he would be able to feel the warm 
sticky blood on his body. Smell it's 
sickening sweet odor. Feel the panic as it 
built
inside his head. Then the lights would start 
dancing behind his closed eyes and the 
darkness would come for him. But the
darkness never took him so far away that he 
could no longer feel the pain, the pain in 
his flesh and the pain in his heart.

*Dad, stop. Please stop.* *Mom, can't you 
help me.* Silent pleas that were never 
acknowledged or answered.

Mulder realized he had not yet received a 
second blow. Instead he felt large gentle 
hands soothing his burning backside,
caressing him, loving him. This wasn't right. 
This wasn't how it went.

From a great distance he could hear Walter's 
voice telling him that he had to be more 
careful. That he was sorry he had to
hurt him like this, but that he was risking 
his life and the life of his partner.

**Scully . . . No . . . No, Not Scully . . . 
Never Scully** Thack!

The next stroke landed painfully, burning 
into his very soul. Oh, it hurt . . . it 
hurt. Again he felt the small cool hands 
caressing
his hair, his back, words of love whispered 
in his ear. Scully. His beautiful Scully. 
Then there was Skinner's voice with
another lecture about the need for backup.

Thack! Another welt from the strap. Mulder 
whimpered this time. The hands in his hair 
intensified their efforts at consolation.
Those hands felt so good. And the wonderful 
soft voice in his ear telling him she would 
never leave him, never stop loving
him.

Then Mulder felt the larger, rougher hands 
caressing him, while at the same time 
lecturing him sternly about proper FBI
procedures. They were scared for him. He 
frightened them when he acted without 
thinking.

They just wanted his attention, wanted him to 
be more careful. It wasn't much to ask 
really.

Thack! "Ah-h-h-h-h- . . . " **Had that been 
his voice?** He hadn't meant to cry out. It 
just hurt so much. Panic! Now he
had done it, now it would begin. The 
continual strokes. Fast hard strokes that 
left no time between to prepare, no time to
gain control.

Every muscle in Mulder's body tensed. 
Waiting. Waiting for the pain. Waiting for 
the blood.

Instead he felt Scully's wonderful soothing 
hands and Skinner was still lecturing him but 
in a calm even voice.

Thack! Tears ran down Mulder's face. A sob 
escaped his lips. "I...I'm so sor . . . 
sorry."

Skinner smiled at Scully over Mulder's 
shivering body. "Fox, why am I doing this to 
you?"

"Mo . . . more careful. N-n . . . not 
killed."

"And what other reason?"

"Lov . . . love me."

Skinner steeled himself for his next task. 
This would be Mulder's real lesson. The one 
he wanted him to remember the next
time he started to do something careless and 
stupid.

If this didn't get his attention, then 
nothing would and Mulder was as good as dead.

He raised the strap above his head and 
glanced at Scully's tear stained face. This 
was as hard on her as it was on Mulder. He
brought the strap down for six more solid 
strokes, leaving time between each for the 
agent to catch his breath. Mulder cried
out, squirmed and bucked at each one.

Walter threw down the strap, circled his arms 
around Mulder's chest and lifted him back 
against his own chest. Enveloping
him in a strong, reassuring hug and kissing 
his tear streaked cheeks.

Mulder's tears were salty against his lips, 
"Mulder, I would really like to not have to 
do this again. It's too hard on all of us.
Will you start thinking before you act? 
That's all we ask."

Mulder nodded frantically. He would do 
anything at the moment to avoid another trip 
over that desk.

Mulder felt Walter holding him from behind 
while easily pulling up his jeans and 
fastening them. He could feel Scully's 
perfect
body against his chest. Her cool hands and 
warm words like balm to his injured spirit. 
"It's all right, Mulder, with just a little
effort this won't have to ever happen again."

Walter felt his heart swell as he watched the 
unique love between them. They were both so 
beautiful and, even more
amazing, they were both his.

Walter had been so miserably alone. First 
Mulder had recognized his loneliness and 
pain. He had told Walter that he was
sexually attracted to him but didn't really 
know what to do about it. Skinner knew what 
to do. Oh yes, Skinner knew exactly
what to do.

A little later, surprisingly, Mulder had 
included Dana in their weekends. Mulder's 
beloved Scully. He had shared what was
most valuable to him with Walter. He didn't 
really understand why Mulder did this. 
Actually Skinner thought it had really
been Scully's idea but he would never mention 
that to Mulder. He felt that Scully had the 
right to manipulate her partner just a
little.

Two facts were clear. Mulder didn't seem to 
notice other men, at least Skinner had never 
seen him react to anyone else. Just
Walter. And Mulder would never . .. NEVER . . 
. willingly share Dana Scully with anyone 
else. Just Walter. It really didn't
make sense, but Skinner didn't care. He would 
take his good fortune and be grateful for it. 
Maybe it was one of those
damned X-Files. Skinner smiled. There really 
were unexplained mysteries out there after 
all.

Mulder was still trembling under his hands. 
Skinner wondered if it was a reaction to his 
punishment or to the close proximity
of both his and Scully's body, he hoped it 
was the latter. He knew Mulder was upset. It 
would take him some time to think
thought what had just happened. He had 
expected pain and hatred. Instead he had 
received guidance and love. At least that
was the way Skinner hoped Mulder would see 
this evening.

He let go of Mulder. Making sure he could 
stand alone. He seemed to be doing fine. He 
took Mulder by the shoulders and
turned his beautiful young agent to face him, 
"Are you all right, Fox?"

Mulder nodded but didn't speak.

"I would suggest, Agent Mulder, that you try 
not to incur the red headed wrath of that 
partner of yours in the future. It
doesn't turn out very well for you."

The look on Mulder's face was priceless. 
Terror was underscored with fierce 
determination. "Never again."

Skinner chuckled. "Somehow I don't doubt your 
intentions, but I have a feeling I better 
keep this strap just in case."

Mulder swallowed hard and blushed furiously. 
He looked adorable.

Releasing Mulder, Skinner turned to Scully. 
"I think we should try that dinner thing 
again now?"

Scully smiled and started to answer when she 
was interrupted by her partner.

"Uhhh . . . I understand why this happened 
tonight. I want to say I'm sorry to both of 
you. Scully, I would never do anything
to intentionally hurt or frighten you. You 
have to believe that." He looked at the two 
people watching him with such love and
concern.

"Walter, I want you to know how much you mean 
to me, I would never want to do anything that 
would destroy your respect
for me. Again, I'm sorry."

He took a deep breath, "But . . . well, what 
I am trying to say is that I need to have a 
little time to myself right now. I need to
think. Tonight had brought back so much of my 
childhood but . . . this wasn't like I 
expected and I feel overwhelmed and
more than a little confused. I need to sift 
through some things."

Skinner and Scully looked horrified. Both 
tried to speak at once but Mulder held up his 
hand.

"You don't have to say anything. I know you 
love me and I love both of you. I am going to 
be fine, really. I am not going to
go far. Just get my head together a little. I 
won't be gone long, I promise. Will you 
please try to understand?"

From the way they were looking at him, he 
knew they didn't. They were afraid that they 
had gone too far this time.

"Listen, just give me two hours. I promise 
I'll be back in two hours and I'll do 
anything you want me to. I'll even eat 
dinner.
Two hours, OK?"

Skinner and Scully watched helplessly as 
Mulder grabbed his jacket and headed for the 
door.

End Four