Painful X-Perience Series
by DiAnn

Painful Experience VIII 


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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 VIII
A Little Help From My Friends
by DiAnn

"Mulder, are you making it your personal goal 
to tick off every law enforcement official in 
every town in all fifty states?"
Scully signed with exasperation and leaned 
back against the headboard of their lumpy 
motel room bed. The bed in the other
room was just as bad, she had checked. They 
still rented two rooms, even though they only 
used one now.

**Why couldn't he ever just play nicely with 
the other kiddies.** Mulder was a great guy. 
Better than great, he was the best.
But only she and Walter Skinner ever got to 
see that side of him.

Today it had been Sheriff Roy Adams of Hope, 
Arkansas. A powerfully built, *by the book* 
police officer. By his
demeanor, Scully thought him to be 
ex-military. Intelligent, competent and 
totally annoyed with her *off the wall* and 
very
sarcastic partner.

"Come on, Scully, that guy was just asking 
for it. Up tight SOB. He wouldn't even listen 
to my theory. Those kids are still
missing and every minute we waste could be 
crucial."

"Mulll-ddder, your theory was that they were 
abducted by elves in the woods. Elves, 
Mulder? I am as Irish as they come
and even I don't believe in elves."

"Well, maybe you should and so should Sheriff 
Adams. Ex-army know-it-all."

"Marines." Came a fierce growl from the 
doorway connecting their two rooms. Both 
agents swung around in shock to see
Assistant Director Skinner standing there.

Assistant Directors did not usually fly to 
small towns like Hope, Arkansas to visit with 
his agents, especially in the middle of
the night.

Skinner leveled his angry brown eyes on 
Mulder. "He was a marine. A damned good one 
too. I served with him in Nam.
Saved my butt more than once."

Mulder managed to close his mouth enough to 
say "What . . . how did you get . . . Why are 
you . . . "

"What am I doing here? How did I get into 
your room? Why am I looking at you like you 
are dead meat?" He stared
pointedly at his still astonished male agent. 
"I am here to straighten this sorry mess out. 
I got in your room with a lock pick so
no one will know I was here. And I am looking 
at you like this because I do plan to adjust 
your attitude immensely."

Skinner walked over to Mulder and began to 
unbuckle his agent's belt. Mulder gasped and 
put his hands over the AD's. "Be
still." Skinner barked. Mulder immediately 
dropped his hands to his sides. Skinner 
almost chuckled. Mulder always
responded so well to that marine commander 
voice. Skinner continued to work on Mulder's 
trousers.

"Roy called me. He couldn't believe I had 
sent some smart-mouthed kid out here to make 
his life miserable. Imagine his
surprise, when I told him that the *smart 
mouthed kid* was actually the best agent in 
the bureau and someone I care about a
great deal. Someone with whom I choose to 
spend most of my free time."

"What! You . . . you told him about us." 
Skinner had now reached for his zipper. 
Mulder fought the urge to stop him again.

"Don't worry Mulder. Roy understands the kind 
of relationship you, I and Dana share. I had 
to assure him that I would
handle this problem personally."

Mulder was now standing in his black silk 
boxers. Although this was one of Scully's 
favorite views, she was growing a little
concerned. It was not like Walter to just 
walk in the room and start undressing one of 
them. He was usually much more
subtle. She had leaned up from her perch on 
the headboard at Walter's sudden appearance 
but she was still sitting on the
bed.

"Handle the problem, how Sir?" She asked. 
Walter looked mad enough to bite nails. She 
was not going to let this go too far.
She and Skinner both felt the need to keep 
Mulder in line on an ongoing basis but no one 
was going to hurt Mulder more
than necessary. Not while she was in the same 
room anyway.

Skinner pulled the paddle from his coat 
pocket and heard Mulder groan. "Walter please 
don't do this. You haven't even
heard my side. What makes you think I deserve 
that?" He gestured forlornly at the familiar 
wooden paddle that now lay on
the scratched and dented motel room table.

Skinner was busy removing his own coat and 
rolling up the sleeves on his crisp white 
dress shirt. Mulder looked over at his
partner, she could be his only hope. Walter 
always listened to her.

"Scully, Please." Mulder whined.

"Sir, perhaps it would be better if you 
waited until you had calmed down some." 
Scully sounded very concerned.

Skinner looked over at the beautiful redhead 
and his eyes softened. Why couldn't Mulder be 
more like his partner? She
seldom, if ever, gave him any grief. Her only 
fault lie in her love and loyalty for her 
partner, who usually drug her into trouble
with him.

"You know I never give him more than he 
deserves, Scully. I'm crazy about the 
hard-headed little shit."

Mulder started to remind them that the 
subject of their discussion was still in the 
room but then decided it might be preferable
if they, especially Walter, forgot he *was* 
in the room.

Walter had brought a chair away from the desk 
and set it in the center of the room. He 
picked up the paddle, took a seat
and motioned Mulder to come over to him. 
Mulder shook his head slowly, his eyes wide.

"Now." Skinner's voice boomed through the 
quiet room. Mulder jumped and quickly came to 
his side.

Skinner grabbed his arm and gave him a shake. 
"When I tell you to move, you move. 
Understand?"

Mulder swallowed hard then nodded his head. 
Skinner pulled him face-down across his lap.

"Pull those boxers down, Mulder."

Mulder reached behind him and put his fingers 
in the waist band of his underwear. *God, 
this was so humiliating.* He
awkwardly lowered them to just below his 
buttocks. When he let go, his boss grabbed 
the soft material and pulled it the rest
of the way to his knees.

"I let you get away with a lot Mulder, but 
antagonizing a good man like Roy Adams is 
just too much. You need people like
him on your side. You can't do this alone and 
I refuse to let you think you can."

He brought the paddle down hard on the 
waiting backside across his lap. It sounded 
like a pistol shot in the room.

Mulder flinched but so did Scully. Skinner 
rolled his eyes, this was going to be another 
of those occasions where he blistered
Mulder's butt, for his own good mind you, and 
Scully spent the rest of the evening soothing 
her partner's hurt feelings.
Sometimes Skinner didn't know why he 
bothered.

He looked down at the dark head of the man 
over his lap. Yes he did know. Mulder was a 
danger to himself. He gathered
no support from other officers. He thought he 
could survive with just Scully and Skinner to 
care for him. Wrong. Out in the
field, the loyalties of the people around you 
could mean the difference between life and 
death.

He brought the paddle down again, harder this 
time. Letting his anger at this beautiful 
young man dictate the strength of the
stroke. Mulder yelped. Good, a cry on the 
second stroke. Usually didn't get any 
reaction from Mulder until blisters were
forming on his backside.

He brought the paddle down again, this time 
Mulder had gotten control of himself and 
didn't make a sound. He did however,
involuntarily shift his butt trying to avoid 
the next punishing stroke. None the less, the 
next stroke unerringly found its mark.
Mulder gasped.

Again and again the paddle landed on Mulder's 
backside. The area was now glowing a 
brilliant red, Mulder was trembling
uncontrollably and Walter could hear him 
quietly sobbing into the cheat carpet. He 
brought the wood down again, harder
than the last stroke. This time Mulder cried 
out loudly.

When he looked up, Scully also had tears in 
her big blue eyes. Damn. These two were going 
to make him as crazy as they
were.

He threw the paddle down and lightly rubbed 
the scalded skin before him. "Elves, Mulder?"

"Ye . . . yes, sir."

"You are going to apologize to Sheriff Adams 
tomorrow morning. Do you understand?"

The dark head nodded frantically.

"And then, if there really are . . . elves . 
. . you will find substantial proof and 
present it to him in a professional manner. 
Is that
understood?"

Again the head nodding, "Yes, sir."

"And . . . I am going to tell Roy that if you 
give him any more trouble, he is to give you 
a good old-fashioned trip to the
woodshed. They still have those down here, 
you know."

He heard both Mulder and Scully gasp. He 
looked up and met Scully's concerned eyes.

"Sir, you can't do that. Mulder is just too 
good looking, if your friend has any 
inclination in that direction he will take 
you up
on your offer just to get his hands on him. 
Even if he doesn't take it any further than a 
spanking Sir, he doesn't love him like
we do. He could really hurt him."

"Maybe that's what he needs Scully, it just 
might get through to him. Sometimes I don't 
feel like I make much of a difference
with him. And I trust Roy Adams, he knows how 
I feel about you two. He would never go too 
far with someone I love."

Scully still looked concerned as Walter 
helped Mulder up off his lap and to the bed. 
He finished undressing Mulder, pushed
him into bed, then he himself undressed. He 
got into bed and wrapped himself around 
Mulder who had wrapped himself
around Scully. Walter extended his arm over 
Mulder to unbrace Dana as well. This felt so 
good, maybe he should go out in
the field more often. He felt Mulder's hot 
backside pushing up against his crotch. Hot 
arousal shot through him.

He heard Scully whispering soothingly to 
Mulder, punctuated with the frequent sounds 
of soft kisses to his tearstained face.
Mulder had stopped trembling and seemed to be 
listening intently to Scully.

He would give them a few more minutes then 
make his own moves to console his two 
favorite agents. His anger appeased,
this could turn into a great night.

******

Mulder had tried. He really had. But the 
sarcasm was just too much a part of his 
personality. And Sheriff Adams was not
one to take it lightly. They had clashed and 
clashed badly.

At last the case was solved. The two children 
had returned, or been returned. No one knew 
for sure. They said the fairies
had taken them. Fairies or elves, there was 
no concrete evidence for either. Nor was 
there evidence for any other more
mundane explanation either.

And to make matters worse, Mulder had pulled 
another disappearing act. Taken off on his 
own again, chasing some clue
known only to himself. He didn't want to take 
the chance that the elves might get their 
magical little hands on his partner, so
he had gone alone. He should have been more 
concerned about Skinner and Adams getting 
their very real hands on *him*.

She could hear Skinner yelling over the phone 
from across the room. She had asked Adams not 
to call Walter until they
knew if Mulder was really in trouble. He had 
called anyway and Mulder's fate had been 
sealed.

Now Scully stood outside an old fishing shack 
in the middle of backwoods Arkansas. She 
could hear the Sheriff's leather
strap working on her partner and she was 
worried. Very worried.

Mulder was yelling. Had been yelling 
consistently since about five minutes after 
the Sheriff had wrestled him into that shack.
This was not like Mulder. On the occasions 
when he was physically punished he usually 
took is as quietly as possible, not
wanting to add to his own embarrassment. At 
least in this remote area the only other one 
to hear his cries was Scully.

She could also hear the contact of each hard 
stroke echo off the nearby trees like 
gunfire. Adams was being very severe with
that strap.

How could Walter have condoned this? He had 
practically given permission for Adams to do 
this. Practically guaranteed that
this would happen. And if she knew Walter, he 
was probably still fuming. Mulder would be 
lucky not to get a repeat
performance from their boss when they finally 
got home.

Right now she wished she had never told AD 
Skinner about that first spanking she gave 
her partner. Maybe none of this
would be happening or . . . she thought, or 
just maybe Mulder would be dead by now. The 
punishments had certainly slowed
down his impulsive streak. Knowing that 
either she or Skinner or more likely both of 
them would be on his ass, literally, had
made him think twice before taking 
unnecessary chances. At least most of the 
time.

But now, this stranger was strapping him, and 
from all appearances, the worst he had ever 
gotten. The sounds of the
whipping and Mulder's strangled cries tore 
through her. She thought of bursting in there 
with her gun drawn. This had gone
on too long. How many times did he plan to 
hit him anyway? How much could Mulder take?

Suddenly the sounds of leather striking flesh 
stopped. She could hear the sheriff's 
gravelly voice punctuated by Mulder's
frantic answers. Mulder seemed to be willing 
to make any promise the Sheriff asked.

Scully quickly ran back to the car. She had 
been unceremoniously ordered to stay there 
and didn't want this man to know
she had not done as told. Neither Skinner, or 
of course Mulder, had ever touched her in 
anger but she didn't trust Roy
Adams to not chastise her if he felt it was 
warranted. If he even tried, Mulder would 
probably shoot him. And that would
probably tick off Skinner again. Best to save 
her partner the trouble and just get in the 
damned car.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the car 
doors opening. Roy Adams gracefully slipped 
his massive form into the driver's seat
beside her.

She looked behind her a her partner as he 
carefully positioned himself in the back. He 
was obviously having trouble sitting
now. He looked completely disheveled and his 
eyes were red and teary. He also refused to 
meet her eyes.

"Mulder," Scully said very gently," are you 
all right?"

Before Mulder could open his mouth, the 
sheriff answered.

"Okay Missy, we'll have none of that. Walter 
told me how you baby him after he's been 
disciplined. You are spoiling him into
an early grave." He glared at Scully who 
averted her eyes. **Missy, Indeed** Scully 
fumed.

"He'll be fine. I didn't break the skin, just 
heated him up real good. Both you and Walter 
love him, that's obvious. And just
looking' at him, it's obvious why you do. 
Damn pretty boy. Smart, too. But he needs 
discipline and needs it badly. He was
missing more than twenty-four hours on this 
case and no one, including you, knew where he 
was. Doesn't that worry you?"

Mulder spoke up from the backseat, "I told 
you, I was just trying to protect her from . 
. "

"Quiet, Boy. It's not too late to turn this 
car around and give you another dose of my 
strap. This conversation is with your
partner." Mulder shut up.

"Well, Missy, does it worry you. It isn't the 
first time is it?"

Scully sighed. "No, he does this more often 
than I like to think about."

"Well, unless you and Walter put a stop to it 
you are going to have a very pretty corpse on 
your hands instead of a partner. I
saw it happen a lot in Nam. Young men, smart, 
good-looking, a bright future ahead of them, 
cut down before their time, all
for lack of discipline. I took many of them 
out behind the barracks for a little taste of 
leather, including your boss."

Scully's mouth hung open in shock. Out of the 
corner of her eye she saw the same expression 
on Mulder's flushed face.

"You . . . you punished . . . "

"Yep, with that same leather strap your 
partner is now so well acquainted with."

Adams chuckled. "That's why he knew I could 
give this boy something he couldn't. A hard 
lesson. Sometimes that's the only
thing that will help a hard-headed kid find 
his way home."

Scully was shaking her head in disbelief.

"Trust me Missy, you want to keep that boy, 
you let Walter be as hard on him as possible. 
It won't be as hard as I was
today, he loves him too much. Same thing 
happened to me, got to lovin' Walter too 
much. But I got him out of NAM alive
and Walter will get this kid through too. You 
can trust him."

Scully smiled. "Yes, yes I can. And Sheriff 
Adams, thank you."

"Oh, no thanks necessary. It was my pleasure, 
Missy, that boy does have one fine ass on 
him. Just like Walter said."

Scully couldn't stop the giggle that escaped 
her while she watched Mulder blush furiously 
in the back seat.

"Yes, he certainly does."

End Eight