Painful X-Perience Series
by DiAnn

Painful Experience IX 


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

Warning: Mulder/Scully/Mrs. Scully (Don't say 
"Yuck!" - it isn't like that. Really! I think 
I handled it well but if it seems just
too "Ew-w-w-w" for you, please don't read 
it.) I get no pleasure from offending people.

Spoiler: None Maybe some mention of other 
episodes but nothing too revealing.

Note: This would make more sense if you read 
the other eight stores in this series first.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own 
Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Krycek, Margaret 
Suclly 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 IX
Mama's Boy
by DiAnn

"Mom, we're here." Dana Scully called as she 
opened the door to her mother's home. She and 
Mulder had been invited for a
quiet Sunday dinner. And they were both 
looking forward to it immensley, it had been 
a rough few weeks for the X-Files
team.

Her mother came from the kitchen, smiling at 
her two welcome guests. She pulled Dana into 
her arms and kissed her soundly
on the cheek, "Oh Sweetheart, I'm so glad you 
could be here today."

She then reached for Dana's Partner, Fox 
Mulder. He also received the required 
motherly hug and kiss on his cheek. This
time he didn't tense up at her touch. **Good, 
he's finally accepting my affection.** "Fox 
Dear, it makes me so happy when
you can accompany Dana. I miss you when you 
stay away so long."

"Sorry Mrs. Scully, we have had some tough 
cases lately. There was just no time for 
Scully and me to get away at the same
time. But I'm really glad to be here now. 
What smells so good?"

Maggie Scully smiled even more brightly, 
"It's your favorite, Fox . . . "

"And how would you know what *his* favorite 
might be, Mom?"

Everyone's head turned to see Bill Scully, 
Jr. standing in the doorway. Navy commander, 
oldest son and self appointed Head
of the Family'.

Dana was the first to react, "Billy, I didn't 
know you were here." She started toward her 
brother to give him a sisterly hug.

"That's obvious, or you wouldn't have brought 
*that* man to your Mother's house, I would 
not have allowed it."

Dana stopped short and flushed scarlet with 
anger.

Mulder just looked uncomfortable.

Maggie bristled with her own anger, "William 
Scully, Jr. that will be quite enough. The 
last time I checked this was still my
home, you I believe, live in California at 
present."

Maggie turned her glare from her son and 
rested her eyes on Fox, whom she thought of 
as one of her own. This fine man
who protected her daughter with his own life. 
The man whom she was quite certain was in 
love with and loved by that same
precious daughter. Neither had ever said as 
much, but a mother just knew things' about 
her children.

"As I said Fox, I am very pleased to have you 
here with us today."

"Well, that makes one of us." Bill growled 
softly. Maggie Scully had moved out of the 
room but Mulder and Scully heard
every word.

"Maybe I should just leave, Scully. I could 
hang out for a while and then come back to 
pick you up in a few hours."

"Mulder, no. I want you here. My mother wants 
you here. Bill is totally out of line and I 
won't allow him to dictate my life. If I
don't appreciate your overprotecting me, I 
certainly would not tolerate it from an older 
brother. A misinformed older brother,
at that."

"But Scully, your Mom has been so good to me, 
I can't take a change on ruining her dinner 
gathering. I thought it would be
just the three of us. You should be able to 
visit with your family without the hostility 
my presence is causing."

"Fox Mulder, you will not leave this house 
and hang out' alone somewhere. *You* are my 
family, Mulder. You know I love
you, how could you even think I would choose 
Bill over you?"

"It's not a matter of choice, Scully, it's a 
matter of keeping peace in the family and 
making your mother happy."

"Trust me, my mother will be most unhappy if 
you leave. And don't even think about 
sneaking out of here, Mulder. My mom
has a hairbrush just like mine right upstairs 
and I will use it if I have to."

"Scully!" Mulder blushed furiously. No one 
was around to hear her, at least he didn't 
think so. Why did she always bring up
her unusual practice of spanking him? Then he 
saw the mischief twinkling in her eyes.

"Very funny, Scully. What are you going to do 
when I refuse to let you threaten me with 
that anymore?"

"I will give you a good blistering so you 
know it isn't just a threat. But this time I 
am teasing. Please don't leave, Mulder. I
really want you to be here with me."

Oh no, it was the Scully you know you can't 
refuse me look' and of course, he could never 
refuse her. She knew it. He knew
it. He sighed heavily. ** Just give it up, 
Mulder. It's a lost cause.**

"All right, Scully my love, but I warn you I 
have a really bad feeling about this."

"Dana . . . Fox, come into the dining room 
now, everything is ready."

Mulder sighed and looked like he was headed 
for his own execution. Dinner with William 
Scully, Jr., what a joy. What a way
to spend a Sunday away from work, the first 
in a very long time.

**** 

Dinner rapidly turned into a disaster. Mulder 
had not said two words but Scully could tell 
his temper was at its limit. Bill had
been harassing him at every turn and had 
completely ignored Maggie's pleas for him to 
cease his attack on Fox.

Dana had tried to change the subject to 
Bill's children. Her brother had taken the 
opportunity to point out that had it not been
for Mulder, Dana would have contributed some 
grandchildren of her own by now.

Maggie had tried to draw Fox out with a 
discussion of an article she had recently 
read on suspected UFO activity in the
arctic. Mulder had remained sullen and quiet.

Dana expressed concern about Bill's next 
naval assignment. His ship was being 
dispatched to the Middle East. Bill explained
that he was a hell of a lot safer in the 
service of his county than Dana was in the 
service of her's, thanks to her partner.

Maggie inquired after her daughter-in-law. 
Bill was more than happy to tell everyone 
that at least his wife was loved and
protected. That no one loved Dana and no one 
would ever get a chance to do so because 
Mulder was in the way.

Mulder's face flamed with anger and he jumped 
to his feet, "I love Dana more than life 
itself. I would die for her. She is the
most wonderful, most . . . " He stopped when 
he realized what he had just confessed to 
Scully's family. **Oops!**

He was positive that if Scully had wanted her 
brother to know about their relationship, she 
would have told him. He had
known this would happen. His big mouth and 
hot temper had gotten him into trouble again. 
Now everything was ruined.
Scully would probably leave him. A decision 
that would, no doubt, be highly recommended 
by her family.

But Scully wouldn't be alone. She would still 
have Walter, without Mulder. He would be the 
one left all alone. He had always
known it would end that way, with him on the 
outside looking in. Now it would be a 
reality.

And Mrs. Scully, he respected her so much. 
She was such a kind and wonderful Mother to 
her children. He couldn't even
imagine what it would have been like to grow 
up with someone who actually cared about him. 
His own mother had been so
distant he had for all intents and purposes 
raised himself. No nurturing, no direction 
and definitely no expressions of love.

Mulder took a deep breath, looked around the 
table. He saw the knowing smile on Mrs. 
Scully's face, the shocked anger on
Bill's and the blush on Dana's. He headed for 
the door. He needed some air, needed it 
badly. He had to get out of there
now.

Margaret Scully's voice stopped him. "Fox, 
stay here please, we need to discuss this 
like a family."

Mulder kept going. He knew about family 
discussions, a chance to inflict real pain 
with their version of the truth'. All the
reasons why he was not wanted in the Scully 
family. All the reasons why he was so wrong 
for Scully.

He made it as far as the front porch when a 
large hand descended on his shoulder and he 
was roughly spun around to face
Bill Scully. "You don't need to come back, 
I'll make sure my sister gets home safely . . 
. for a change."

Mulder could hear his own blood pound in his 
ears through the red haze of rage. He turned 
quickly and his fist connected
firmly with Bill Scully's jaw. Bill landed 
hard on the porch, a look of total surprise 
on his face.

"You are going to regret that Mr. FBI. I'm as 
well trained as you are and I am going to 
kick your ass."

In a flash, he was up and had tackled Mulder 
like an NFL Pro. Mulder went flying off the 
porch, his back and head making
solid contact with the hard ground. The 
breath was knocked from him. As he gasped for 
much needed air, Bill Scully took
the opportunity to pommel him.

He heard the shouts from Scully and her 
mother but he was too busy trying to defend 
himself from the blows of the big man
on top of him to obey their commands to stop 
the fight.

Suddenly Mulder gasped as freezing cold water 
splashed into his face. Someone had thrown 
ice water on them. The much
larger Bill Scully pulled away from Mulder, 
sputtering and cursing. His larger body had 
shielded Mulder from most of the
onslaught of water. However, Bill Scully was 
sopping wet and hopping mad.

"Mom, why the hell did you do that?"

"It either was that or let your sister shoot 
you."

Both men looked up to see an obviously angry 
Dana Scully with her hand on her weapon.

**Shit!* Bill quickly pulled further away 
from Mulder as he saw the anger reflected in 
Dana's eyes. As for Mulder, he
decided not to move a muscle. He knew the 
*Dana Scully Temper* first hand and didn't 
want to call any attention to himself.
Let someone else take the heat for a change.

And the look on Margaret Scully's face wasn't 
much better. He hadn't had much of a mother 
during his childhood but even
he recognized that look.

Maggie Scully glared at her oldest son. 
"Bill, you know what happens when you fight 
in this house. It's time to cut your own
switch. The willow tree is out back where it 
has always been."

Bill looked at his mother with shock. "Mom, 
you can't be serious. I'm more than forty 
years old. You can't . . . "

"Not another word, Bill. I am still your 
Mother and my rules still stand in this 
house. And take Fox with you. Show him what
to do. In fact you cut his and let him cut 
yours."

She noted Fox's eyes were huge in his pale 
face. He didn't know exactly what this was 
about but she knew any male would
recognize her tone of voice. They were in 
trouble, big trouble. They were both looking 
at her like little boys, very naughty
little boys. It was good to know she still 
had the *mothers' voice*. So useful when 
dealing with men.

She really didn't plan to punish Fox very 
much. It hadn't really been his fault, he had 
just been pushed too far. But he was, in
her opinion, one of hers and he needed to 
learn to talk problems out instead of 
throwing the first punch.

Bill on the other hand needed to be taken 
down a notch and she was still quite capable 
of doing just that. ** Forty years old,
my eye, he has just acted like he is about 
ten. I intend to show him I still know 
exactly how to deal with bad little boys.**

Dana helped Mulder to his feet, all the while 
checking him for damage. She noted the bloody 
lip and badly bruised jaw.
**Wonder how hard he hit his head?** She 
sighed. He was looking at her with 
apprehension. "What's going on, Scully?"

She was busy wiping the blood from his lip 
and the water from his face. "It's all right, 
Mulder. You go with Bill like Mom
asked. Don't worry. I won't let anything bad 
happen to you." He blinked at her. She sighed 
again. He was completely
clueless - cute but clueless.

Bill Scully tried one last time, " Mom, I 
refuse . . . "

"Refuse what, Bill. Refuse to be part of this 
family. You attacked and hurt someone I love 
like a son. He has done a great
deal for me, more than you obviously realize. 
And he is also the man your sister loves. You 
just picked a fight with *your
brother*, Bill and you know what that means. 
Now go."

Mulder stole one more glance at Scully, who 
nodded at him to follow Bill. He sighed and 
did as she indicated, he forlornly
trailed after Bill Scully.

Maggie's voice stopped their progress. "Bill, 
be nice to Fox out there or I will let him 
watch."

Mulder looked at Scully with confusion, 
"Watch what, Scully?"

**Clueless.**

"Never mind, Mulder, just go with Bill."

Dana looked at her Mom with real concern, 
"Mom, I have to admit I am not adverse to 
seeing Bill receive a little punishment
but you aren't going to hurt Mulder are you? 
He doesn't understand what this is all about. 
I really doubt the cut you own
switch' term was used on Martha's Vineyard." 
She grimaced. "I think his father preferred 
expensive leather belts."

"Dana, I love Fox like one of my own sons. If 
it hadn't been for him, I would not have 
survived the time you were missing.
He was my strength at a time he really had 
very little left to give. But what he had he 
gave to me. He tried to hide his own
pain and worry so I would feel more 
optimistic about your return. He is a 
wonderful man. He is worthy of your love, 
Dana?"

Dana blinked back tears, "I know, Mom. And 
Yes, I do love him with all my heart."

"Good. Well, to answer your questions, I plan 
to throughly tan Bill's hide. The very idea 
of coming into my home like some
kind of lord and master, ordering me and 
everyone else about like that. I'll teach 
that young man who still rules this here. As
for Fox, I'm going to give him a kiss or two 
of the switch just to show him he's part of 
the family. Just enough that he will
need a little sweet consultation later. There 
is nothing like a man with a hot bottom in 
bed."

"Mom! I definitely *DO NOT* want to know how 
you know that."

*** 

The picking of the switches had been an 
ordeal for Mulder. Bill had refused to 
explain anything to him. At one point he was
sure Scully's brother intended to hit him 
again but then thought better of it.

Bill walked straight to a particular tree in 
the back yard and cut off two limbs. He 
thrust one into Mulder's hands and kept the
other for himself.

"Come on, Asshole."

Jeez, what a great family gathering. Maybe he 
had been better off as the amazing "invisible 
child" back in Chilmark.

When they came back into the house, Maggie 
and Dana were waiting for them.

"Into the den, Bill. And Bill, before you go, 
trade switches with Fox."

"Mom . . . "

"Do it . . . now!"

Bill's face resembled a thunder cloud as he 
yanked the limb from Mulder's fingers and 
glared at everyone else in the room, he
thrust his own switch into Mulder's hands as 
his sister snickered. He moved into the den 
to await his mother who followed
him and closed the door behind her.

"Scully, please tell me what is going on."

Scully signed, "Mulder, in our family 
physically fighting with other family members 
was strictly forbidden. It always resulted in
a switch applied to a bare backside. The 
lesson being that violence begets violence, 
pain begets pain. Bill evidently thought
he was past that. He forgot that Mom is one 
strong lady."

Mulder blinked, then blinked again, 
realization of his predicament dawning 
slowly, "Scully do you mean that I . . . that 
your
Mom . . . that she is . . . no!"

"Afraid so, Mulder. Don't worry. She isn't 
really angry with you. It is just that when 
my siblings got into a fight this was the
outcome and Mom saw you punch Bill first."

Mulder was literally shaking from head to 
foot now. "Scully, but he . . .I can't . . . 
I can't let . . . please, Scully you have to
stop this. If someone has to hit . . . hit me 
with that stick, can't it be you, please."

He looked so cute and scared, she put her 
hand behind his dark head and pulled his face 
into her shoulder, hugging him
tightly.

Raised voices could be heard from the den. 
There was obviously a very intense discussion 
going on behind that closed door.

Scully softly kissed Mulder's smooth cheek. 
"Sorry, Mulder. Welcome to the Scully 
family." She smiled up at him. "It's your
own fault, you know. That famous Mulder charm 
has completely bewitched my Mother. You are 
now a Mulder-Scully in her
eyes, for better or worse.

"Well this is definitely worse, Scully."

Just then the whistle and smack of a switch 
on bare skin emulated from behind the den 
door. Then the sound came again.
And again. And again. A steady cadence of 
whistling blows. Quickly, sharp pleading 
cries from Bill were added to the sound
mix.

Mulder flinched and shook harder with each 
stroke. Scully hugged him tighter, at this 
rate he would have suffered more than
Bill before he ever got in there.

Scully stroked Mulder's soft silky hair. God, 
she loved his hair, "Mulder, calm down. Bill 
deserves every bit of this. Has he
been this hostile to you on other occasions?"

"Yeah, well he was upset at the hospital 
after you put the chip back in your neck." 
Mulder looked at her with intense hazel
eyes, "But can you really blame him Scully, 
after all, it was all my fault that you got 
that cancer to begin with."

"Mulder, do you want to taste my hairbrush on 
that cute little backside of yours before you 
go visit Mom in the den. I have
told you over and over again, it was not your 
fault. I choose to stay with you, always."

"Scully, will you please stop threatening me 
with that hairbrush. It is embarrassing."

"No, I won't, not as long as it works. And 
the way you are trembling now, I would say 
physical discipline is a fine deterrent
for you, Fox Mulder."

Mulder just signed and shook harder. Bill was 
taking quite a through warming in the other 
room. Amazing that a grown man
could cry that hard. And well deserved as far 
as Scully was concerned. She was still upset 
about the cut on Mulder's
beautiful bottom lip.

Finally the sound of the switching stopped 
and Scully and Mulder both eyed the door, 
waiting for the occupants to emerge.
Scully with curiosity about Bill's 
well-earned condition and Mulder with 
trepidation.

There was more soft conversation going on 
behind the door. Finally it opened and Bill 
came out and keeping his face straight
ahead gingerly walked into the other room. He 
moved as quickly as he could under the 
circumstances but not nearly fast
enough for either Mulder or Scully to miss 
his flushed face and fresh tears.

Maggie called from the other room, "Fox, come 
here, Dear."

Mulder stood frozen to the floor. Finally 
Scully had to take his arm and lead him 
firmly to the door.

"Do you need me to stay, Mom?" Scully was 
worried about her partner. He looked about 
ready to pass out. She trusted her
mom to go easy on him but still she was 
concerned for him.

"No Dana, Fox will be fine. I just want to 
have a little talk with him. I promise. I'll 
return him shortly and practically
undamaged."

Mulder was close to panic. **Practically 
undamaged, Shit!** This absolutely could not 
be happening to him. His life in the
last year had taken an unbelievable turn. 
Skinner, Scully, practically everyone he knew 
lately wanted a piece of his ass,
literally. It seemed that suddenly everyone 
want to put him over their knee.

Maggie looked at the very beautiful and very 
frightened man in front of her. Her daughter 
was a lucky woman. Usually men
who were this good looking had been badly 
spoiled and were nearly impossible live with. 
But Mulder had never been
spoiled. Just the opposite really, he had 
never even been loved.

"Fox, give me your switch." Mulder looked 
down at his hand, he had forgotten he was 
even holding the stick from the
backyard. He handed it to Maggie and gulped.

"Bill tried to trick you, you know. He chose 
a small one for himself and a much larger, 
heavier one for you. Unfortunately, he
had to trade." Maggie chuckled. "The larger 
one did a fine and much deserved job on him. 
This one won't hurt much at all."

Mulder eyed it with skepticism. When his 
large, long lashed eyes raised to meet with 
Maggie's she couldn't help but smile at
him.

"I am only going to punish you a little, Fox. 
Most of the blame for this rightfully fell on 
Bill, Jr. But you are very special to me
and to my family and I want you to feel like 
you are a part of us. In this family there is 
no physical violence allowed between
family members. Do you understand?"

"Ye . . . yes."

"Did you throw the first punch?"

Mulder gulped again. "Yes."

"All right, I want you to lower your jeans 
and bend over the back of this large chair."

"Please, Mrs. Scully . . . don't do this to 
me."

Maggie stared at the handsome young man.**So 
that was the hurt puppy' look Dana was always 
complaining about.** She
could see how it would be very effective on 
her daughter but, unfortunately for Fox, it 
wouldn't work on her. Not on a
woman who had raised two sons and two 
daughters practically alone while her husband 
sailed the seas.

Maggie looked into his eyes and said very 
softly, "Do as I asked, Fox."

He could not refuse her. His hands moved to 
his belt almost against his will. She had 
given him the gift of her love. And she
had given him an even greater gift - Scully. 
If she wanted this, then he would do it. But 
he didn't know if he would survive the
humiliation.

He lowered his jeans and bent over the chair 
as instructed. He felt about twelve again as 
she pushed his shirt farther up onto
his back.

"Now Fox, lower your boxers to just below 
your backside. We won't expose any more than 
necessary for the switch to bite
a little bare skin."

He was shaking hard again as he complied with 
her wishes. He lowered his boxers only to 
where his buttocks met his thighs
in back but still he felt totally exposed 
before this much admired woman. He shut his 
eyes tightly, his face flaming.

"Do you know I love you, Fox?"

He hesitated only a moment. "Yes."

The switch descended on his backside. At 
first he heard only a sharp whistle then his 
butt exploded with fire. He gasped and
flinched.

"Do you want to be a part of my family, Fox?"

"Ye . . . yes."

Again the fire burned across him. He felt 
tears sting the back of his eyes. He had 
disappointed Mrs. Scully. That hurt worse
than the whipping, well almost.

"Will you ever again intentionally hit 
another member of your family?"

"No . . . no never."

Blazing fire spread once more across his 
skin. Now his backside was throbbing. That 
switch hurt worse than his father's
damned strap. "Ouch-h-h-h."

"You will apologize to Bill, Fox."

"Yes . . . yes I will. I will."

Again. . . The Fire!

"Oh-h-h-h . . . Oh . . . it . . . it hurts."

"Yes dear, I know. Only two more, Fox."

He tried to prepare himself, but the burn of 
the next stroke was overwhelming. He felt the 
tears escape his eyes and begin to
run down his cheeks.

Before he could gasp in another breath, 
another hot stripe burned into his aching 
flesh.

"Ah-h-h-h-h" He cried out loudly. **Damn. Did 
you enjoy that one, Bill?** He had wanted to 
remain silent, both to annoy
Bill and to spare Scully. She always got 
upset when he was punished, even when she 
thought he deserved it. Even when it
was her idea.

The last stroke had been the worst. Spreading 
like an inferno across his unprotected skin. 
He jerked and cried out with his
pain.

"It's over, Dear. You can get up now."

He tried to rise gracefully but his knees 
felt like jelly and his backside burned and 
throbbed unbearably. He had only received
six strokes. Bill had received four or five 
times that and with a much heavier stick and 
he suspected a much heavier hand.
How had Bill walked out of here? He found he 
now had a new respect for the other man.

He felt a gentle hand on his arm, helping him 
to his feet and assisting with the 
rearranging of his clothing. His daze was
beginning to recede slowly but he still felt 
as if he were in a fog.

"Are you all right, Sweetheart?" Maggie 
ruffled his thick dark hair. Such a soothing, 
sweet voice. It almost made him want to
cry again.

"Ye . . . yes, Mrs. Sc . . . "

"I think you should call me Mom now, don't 
you?"

"Yes, Mo . . . mom." Maggie patted his arm. 
"I'll send Dana in here. I know she is about 
to break down that door. She loves
you so much, Fox. Please take care of the 
both of you. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes, Mom. I'll protect her."

"And . . . "

"And myself. I promise. And I swear, Bill is 
now my new best friend."

Maggie chuckled. "Thank you, Dear, I knew you 
were an intelligent man from the day I met 
you."

The minute the door opened, Scully was by his 
side. Gently taking his arm and guiding him 
to the couch. He carefully
lowered himself and winced. She took a seat 
as close to him as she could get without 
being in his lap.

"Are you all right?" She was gently wiping 
the tears from his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She rolled her eyes and he 
smiled. "Really Scully, I'm okay."

"I'm sorry this happened Mulder. If I get my 
hands on Bill away from Mom, I will . . . "

"No Scully. It's okay, really. Aside from you 
and Walter, no one has ever cared enough 
about me to take an interest in my
behavior." She looked at him in puzzlement, 
she knew enough about his so called childhood 
to know that wasn't entirely true.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, Dad beat me often 
and hard but that had more to do with the 
amount of alcohol he had consumed
than anything I had done or not done."

Scully kissed his cheek, his chin, his nose. 
She ran her fingers through his hair, then 
kissed his ear.

"Scully."

More soft kisses. "Hum-m-m?"

"Could we not tell Skinner about this?"

His only answer was Scully's smile and 
another soft kiss to his bruised lip. **He 
was just so cute.**

**And naive.** Not tell Skinner. No way. She 
couldn't wait to get home and tell Walter, he 
was going to just love this story.
It was even better than buck toothed vampires 
and long tailed monkey babies.

She could almost hear Walter Skinner laughing 
now.

End Nine