Where Do You Want Me? by Sculder Disclaimer: Mulder, Skinner and Kimberly do not belong to me, although I just wish they did. They belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. No infringement is intended and I'm not makin' no money from them. Warning: This is an NC-17 pure discipline story between two males. (No slash) There is also some strong language, so if this is not your thing, please move on. Spoilers: None Author's Note: It has been beta'd: thank you Sinister. Feedback is encouraged at Sculder42X@aol.com or The Persuader's List SUMMARY: Mulder is anxious for his punishment to come and go. AD Skinner's outer office Morning Agent Mulder paced nervously in front of Kimberly's desk. About ten minutes before, she had told him that the AD was in a phone meeting and could not be disturbed. On hearing this news, Mulder began his irate pacing, refusing to sit down and wait as he was advised. It had only been ten minutes, but Kimberly was ready to physically throw him out of the office. His incessant motion was keeping her from concentrating on her work. She looked up at him periodically, giving him the evil eye, in hopes that it would stop him, but it didn't. Occasionally, he caught her eyeing him, then he'd go to sit down, but almost immediately he would jump up again and resume his pacing. After another ten minutes, Kimberly's phone rang. Mulder stopped dead in his tracks and stared anxiously at Kimberly has she answered the phone. "Yes, Sir, I'll tell him." Kimberly said, into the phone. She hung up the phone and looked up just in time to see Mulder rushing pass her desk, lunging for the door to Skinner's office. "Agent Mulder, you can't go..." Kimberly said, as Mulder opened the door and disappeared inside. Skinner had phoned Kimberly to tell her that he needed a few more minutes before he was ready to see Agent Mulder. But Mulder was having none of it. Skinner looked towards the door, surprised to see Agent Mulder bursting through. Mulder quickly closed the door and began removing his jacket. "Okay, where do you want me?" Mulder asked, placing his jacket in a chair, in front of Skinner's desk. Skinner removed his glasses and stared up at his agent. "What's this about, Agent Mulder?" he asked Mulder, who was now loosening his tie. "Where do you want me?" Mulder repeated, was some irritation, on having to repeat himself. Just then, Kimberly opened the door. "Sir, I'm sorry, Agent Mulder just ran pass me before I could...." "It's okay Kimberly, I've got things under control. Please hold all my calls." Kimberly glanced nervously from her boss to his disrobing agent. "Yes, Sir," she said, as she backed out of the door, closing it quietly. Skinner got up from behind his desk to approach the obviously upset younger man in front of him. "Mulder, what the hell are you talking about and why are you removing your clothes?" Skinner asked. Mulder pulled his tie off and laid it on the chair, with his jacket. He stopped momentarily as Skinner approached him. He stood in front of his boss with his hands on his hips, looking into his eyes, with determination. "Sir, I'm asking you a simple question, where...do...you...want...me?" Mulder repeated his question as if Skinner was mentally challenged. Skinner folded his arms across his chest and gave Mulder a puzzled look. "Agent Mulder, I understood what you asked, what I don't understand is why you are asking it and what you are doing?" Skinner kept his voice calm and even toned. Mulder glared at him, then turned away and began undoing his belt. "I did something.....again, that I know you're not going to be happy with, so I want to know where you want me, so I could receive my punishment?" Mulder pulled his belt through the loops of his pants and threw it on the chair. Skinner snickered to himself as the realization of the situation dawned on him, then he went to sit on the edge of his desk and watched as Mulder continued to undress. "Mulder hold on, wait a minute." Skinner said, but Mulder ignored him, as he opened the button at the top of his pants. "Agent Mulder, I said stop! Don't go any further!" As Mulder was about to zip down his pants, Skinner reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him. Mulder wrenched his hand out of Skinner's and stepped away from him. "Why, why should I stop? You know as well as I do that you're going to whip my ass for what I've done, so why waste precious tax payer's time discussing it? Let's just do it!" Mulder backed up and zipped down his pants, letting them drop to the floor. "You usually want the underwear gone too right?" Mulder said, as he slide his thumbs inside the waist band of his boxers. "MULDER, DON'T MOVE ANOTHER INCH!!!!" Skinner's voice roared at Mulder, who had finally stopped his strip tease and was now standing in his boxer's, with his pants around his ankles, looking wide eyed at his boss. Skinner got up and in a second was looming his full height over Mulder. "Now, since I've finally got your attention, I want you to pick your pants up, adjust them, then go and sit down in one of the chairs in front of my desk." Skinner's voice was slow and dangerous. Mulder stared into Skinner's eyes and after he saw that the big man was not fooling around, Mulder bent down and pulled up his pants. Then he adjusted them and fell into the chair, with a prominent pout. "Good, now we can have a civilized conversation on what this is all about." Skinner said, as he moved back behind his desk and sat down. "I don't see the point in talking about it. When ever I fuck up, the end result is always getting my ass whipped, so what are we wasting time talking for. I'm busy, you're busy, so let's not waste time talking." Mulder rose from his chair and was pushed back down by Skinner's bellowing command to remain seated. "Mulder the end result isn't always me disciplining you." Skinner explained. Mulder stared at his boss in shock. "Sir, what are you saying? There has never been a time when I messed up and you didn't punish me. Never!" Mulder was leaning forward to make sure that Skinner was getting this. Skinner watched him for a moment, trying to remember if what he just heard was true. Did he always discipline Mulder regardless of what the circumstances were or what he said in defense of himself? "Mulder, when ever you've done something where I feel you need to be disciplined, I have always discussed it with you first. I have never just started whipping you without talking it over with you first." Skinner said, leaning his elbow on his desk and giving his agent a discernible glare. "Sir, I didn't say that you did, but when ever I tell you what I've done or you find out what I've done, you end up punishing me. I know that this time I fucked up and I know that you will punish me for it, so why not just punish me now and get it over with. I should be able to tell you that I need to be punished and you do it. This will save us a lot of time. There is no reason to prolong it, just so we can go through the motions with all the talking. So I'm asking you again, where do you want me?" Mulder's tone was serious and uncompromising. Skinner released a loud sigh and rubbed between his eyes. He could just feel the headache growing inside his skull. "First of all, Agent Mulder, I don't know where you got the impression that our disciplining arrangement works that way. I don't work that way. This whole thing isn't just up to you. This is a two person arrangement. You just can't tell me when you think that you should be punished and I'll just do it, like some trained monkey. I thought you knew that it doesn't work that way. You argue your case against being punished, then I decide if you deserve it or not." Skinner explained in an even tone. Mulder had his glare intact. "Oh pleeease, Sir! You always decide that I deserve to be punished, so cut the bullshit!" Skinner was now the one who was glaring, with a distinct frown. Mulder caught the look and swallowed hard, adding, "Sir." "You watch the way you speak to me Agent Mulder." Skinner hissed. Looking a bit sheepish, Mulder said, "Sorry Sir, but you know I'm right." Skinner leaned back in his chair, with his eyes never leaving his agent. "Mulder, regardless of whether or not, I always punish you after you've told me what you've done, I'm not ever going to punish you without us discussing it first." Skinner watched as Mulder rolled his eyes and shook his head in disgust. Skinner ignored his reaction. "Now, if you would be so kind as to tell me what it is that you actually did?" Skinner asked, with his voice dripping with sweet insincerity. Mulder got up from the chair and walked over to the window. He put his hands on his hips and bent his head, shaking it from side to side. Then he turned back around, facing his boss. "What's the point? You're going to punish me anyway, why do I have to explain?" Mulder asked, in a raised voice. "Mulder, there is no way that I'm going to just start whipping you, without knowing why, so just get over it!" Now, Skinner was shouting also. "In case you didn't know, the punishment I give you, is determined on the severity of your disobedience. If I don't know what you've done, I won't know how harsh to make your punishment." Skinner explained. Mulder gave Skinner a nasty look. "All your punishments feel the same to me." Mulder said, with an even nastier tone. Skinner had enough of this. He decided to put an end to this little stunt that his agent was pulling. He slowly got up from behind his desk and moved to sit down in front of Mulder, with his arms folded across his chest. Being this close to Skinner always made Mulder nervous and Skinner knew it. He leaned down to practically whisper his threat in his ear. "I want you to stop all this shit right now and tell me what you did, before I throw you across this desk and show you just how much all my punishments feel the same." Skinner threatened. Mulder knew that Skinner wasn't making an idol threat. He had better tell him what he did or else. Mulder sighed, running his hands through his hair, then began to tell his story. He kept his eyes down, only looking up when it was necessary. "You know that case that Scully and I was working on?" Mulder asked, looking up to see if Skinner remembered. "Yeah, the case about the woman who said that aliens were visiting her every night... fondling her in her sleep." Skinner recalled, making a face on the last part. "Yes, Sir, that's the one." Mulder said, glad that Skinner remembered. "That was the one that I ordered you to step away from, because the woman said that you were harassing her, with wanting to spend the night, so you could see the aliens for yourself." Skinner said. "Sir, I was not harassing her. I wanted to see if she was telling the truth about being visited be aliens every night. I figured spending one night in the house would tell me that, that's all. I don't think it was an unreasonable request." Mulder said, righteously. "Mulder, you wanted to spend the night in the woman's bedroom. The woman was 73 years old and had never been married. Don't you think that having a strange man in her bedroom, during the night, would be a little unnerving?" Skinner asked. Mulder rolled his eyes and sighed. "Oh come on Sir, I wasn't going to do anything to her. She said that it came in her bedroom. I just wanted to see the alien that she claimed was fondling her every night." Mulder whined slightly. "Okay, Mulder is there a reason why you brought up this case again?" Skinner asked, as he messaged his eye sockets with the heels of his hands. "Well, yeah......something......um....... happened." Mulder stated nervously. "Are you trying to tell me that you went ahead and continued your investigation of this case against my orders?" Skinner asked, knowing full well that this wouldn't be the first time that his agent had done something like this. Squirming again, Mulder answered him, but not without swallowing hard first. "Well, y-yes, Sir, but that's not all." Mulder glanced up at the face of his increasingly angry boss. "Ya' see, Sir, I went back to Miss Davis' house to try and convince her to let me stay. While I was at the door, preparing to knock, I heard a strange sound coming from inside. It sounded like something scurrying across the floor. I called to Miss Davis, through the door, but she didn't answer. Thinking that there was something in the house with her, I went around the back and found the kitchen window partially open. I pulled out my flash light and crawled inside. When I got in, I called to Miss Davis again and again no answer. I slowly went to her bedroom. I shined the light on her sleeping form and noticed that something was moving under her blankets. I immediately drew my gun and crouched down at the foot of the bed. I carefully began to pull up the blanket so that I could see what was under there. When I got under the sheet, I dipped my head under and began searching with my flash light. Suddenly, I found a pair of eyes staring at me. In a second, the eyes dashed away and I leapt forwards, to try and grab it, falling on the bed. In doing that, Miss Davis woke up and started screaming and hitting me with her pillow. I got from under her blanket as quickly as I could, falling to the floor. I announced who I was and that I wasn't there to hurt her, but she just kept on screaming and throwing things at me, until I had to run out of there." Mulder finally stopped to catch the look on his boss' face. He just looked sort of stunned. Mulder swallowed and continued. "Well, afterwards, when I was questioned by the police. Miss Davis claims that I broke into her house and attacked her during the night. She's suing me and the FBI." Mulder admitted, lowering his head and looking at Skinner through his eye lashes. "And I never found out what that was that I saw under Miss Davis' blanket. I think it was the alien, but I'll never really know for sure." Mulder finished as he saw Skinner rising from behind his desk. Skinner got to his feet, leaning over his desk, at his agent. "Why the hell wasn't I notified of all of this?" He scowled. "Um......Sir.......all of this happened just last night. The police questioned me, then took down her complaint and told me what Miss Davis said she was going to do. I was told to report to you this morning. I guess the official report didn't get to you yet.........but it will, with mine too." Mulder said, lowering his eyes again. Skinner closed his eyes and sat back down in his chair. Well, there it was finally, the consequence of his disobedience. If he hadn't went ahead and continued with a case that Skinner had told him not too, none of this would have happened. And Mulder was right, he was going to be severely punished for this, but unfortunately not just by Skinner. After he was through with him, then the Bureau would have a go at him and it wouldn't be pretty. It almost made Skinner feel sorry for him, but not quite. As usual, Mulder brought this on himself and as usual had to suffer the consequences, however painful it might be. Skinner didn't say anything, he just stared at Mulder making him uncomfortable. Mulder couldn't take it anymore and decided to get up, turning away from his exasperated boss. Then he turned back around to face him. "Okay, have we gotten all the talking out of the way? Can I ask you now, where do you want me?" Mulder asked sardonically, dreading the answer. Without a word, Skinner slowly got up from the edge of the desk and moved back behind his desk, pulling open a draw. He rummaged through it, purposefully taking longer than was necessary. Mulder bit his bottom lip nervously, as he tried to see what Skinner was getting. Mulder knew it could only be one of two things. The much hated paddle, with the very painful holes or the much more hated leather strap. Both of these little instruments Mulder was very acquainted with. He figured that because the consequences of his disobedience was particularly bad this time, that Skinner would probably use the much more hated leather strap on him. Mulder knew that he deserved the harsh, devil made device, but he still didn't welcome the intense pain that it caused to his exposed bottom. Mulder knew all along that this was going to be the end result of what he had done. He still didn't understand why Skinner insisted on going through the whole explanation crap. So the intensity of the punishment would be different with him knowing, but to Mulder pain was pain. Skinner knew how to warm his ass, properly and very thoroughly, so what did it matter whether he knew what he had done before hand or not. It was all just a big waste of time, as far as Mulder was concerned. He would just rather show up in Skinner's office, ask where he wanted him, get his ass extensively warmed, then leave. It should be that simple. Mulder watched as Skinner took something out of the draw and laid it in his lap. He couldn't quite see it, but he knew it must be the strap. Mulder moved closer to the desk and began to open his pants once more, in preparation of receiving his punishment. He looked over at Skinner, to see if he was going to object, but this time he didn't, but the oh so familiar glare was there, so he continued. He had just slid his boxers below his butt cheeks, when he noticed Skinner was up from his desk and standing next to him, with his hand behind his back. Mulder looked at him, feeling suddenly terrified. With huge eyes, he asked Skinner one last time, "Where do you want me?" Then added, swallowing, "Sir." Skinner gave him a smirk, then told him to lean on the side of his desk, with his hands at either corner. This wasn't a new position for Mulder, he had done it many times before. Mulder shuffled over to the side of the desk. "Take you feet out of your pants." Skinner ordered. Mulder obeyed, shaking his feet out of his pants and underwear, then picking them up and lying them on his jacket. He then placed his hands on the corners of the desk, bracing himself for the first bow from the strap. Skinner came up behind him, kicking his legs further apart, then he put a hand on his stomach and pulled him away from the desk some more. Next Skinner lifted Mulder's shirt tail out of the way, sliding it up his back and holding it there. Mulder felt his heart racing and his mouth becoming very dry. Why the hell didn't he start already, Mulder thought. He hated it when Skinner dragged it out. It was sheer torture. Little did Mulder know, just how much torture this was going to be. "Okay, Mulder, regardless of how much you hate this, I'm going to ask you, like I always do, what is this punishment for?" Skinner asked, waiting patiently for the answer. Sighing loudly, Mulder answered, "I continued an investigation when I was ordered not to and that resulted in someone claiming that I broke into her house and attacked her, furthermore suing me and the FBI. Now, can we please get on with this?" Mulder asked, impatiently. "Since you have demonstrated an accurate understanding of what you have done to deserve this, I can now administer the appropriate degree of punishment." Skinner then held the instrument of Mulder's torture over his trembling ass. Raising his hand high, he brought it down hard on Mulder's butt, with devastating accuracy. A loud howl escaped from Mulder's mouth. What the hell was that he thought, trying to look behind him. This was definitely not the strap and of course, it wasn't the paddle. What the hell was it? Mulder couldn't quite see what his boss was using, but he knew this thing hurt like hell. "What the fuck was that?" Mulder decided to ask. "Oh this?" Skinner said, holding it so Mulder could finally get a look at it. "This is the appropriate degree of punishment you deserve. Mulder stared at it, as his mouth dropped open. It was a nasty looking thing, that seemed to be made of thin, hard wood. He had never seen Skinner use it before and he was wondering where the hell did he get it. Skinner saw the look of complete shock and confusion on Mulder's face. He knew that Mulder was surprised to see this new device, so he decided to give him a brief explanation . "It's called a Switch. I'm sure you've seen one before. It's very different from a strap or a paddle, as you could see. The striking surface is very narrow. It's got quite a bite, doesn't it?" Skinner asked, knowing full well what the answer was. Mulder stared at it. It looked like a pointer that lecturer's used in a demonstration. Only thing this had a leather handle, that went around the wrist and this was definitely no lecture. At least not the usually boring kind. "Where the fuck did you get it?" Mulder asked, in a shaky voice. "It doesn't matter where I got it, just know that I got it and now you're going to get it. Turn around." Skinner ordered. Mulder reluctantly turned back around, spreading his legs the way Skinner had positioned them earlier. His heart was pounding and his breathing ragged. He placed his hands on the corners of the desk, hanging his head and closing his eyes, as if in prayer. And Mulder was praying, he was praying for the earth to open up and for Skinner to fall in. Skinner replaced his hand on Mulder's his back, holding his shirt tail up. "Now, don't move." Skinner told him, as he raised his hand in the air once again and brought the leather down across his naked cheeks. Mulder took in a sharp breath. It stung like nothing he had ever experienced before. God, how many of these was he going to get, he wondered. Skinner usually told him. He felt another stinging bite on his ass. Jesus this thing really hurt. How was he going to get through this? He asked himself. "Sir, how many am I going to get?" Mulder asked, wishing that he could reach back and rub his stinging butt. "Hmmm....that's a good question Mulder. I have to say that I really don't know. Maybe I'll do it till my arm gets tired." Skinner said, giving Mulder another swat. This time Mulder let out a cry of pain. This was getting unbearable. "Please Sir, this is really hurting me. Please use the paddle or the strap, please." Mulder pleaded. "This is really hurting you? Really? I don't understand it Mulder. It's not supposed to really hurt you." Skinner said, sarcastically. >>>WHIP<<< "Owww, please Sir!!!! I can't take it!!!" Mulder cried, turning his body. "Mulder turn around! You can take it and you're going to!" Skinner commanded, pressing his hand on the small of Mulder's back. >>>WHIP<<<< "AHHHH!!!! It really hurts!!!!! You're killing me!!!!" Mulder shrieked. "Far from it Agent Mulder, but you're going to wish you were dead when I get through with you." Skinner began to speed things up a little and accentuate his words to Mulder. "Mulder" >>>WHIP<<< "You" >>>WHIP<<< "Must" >>>WHIP<<< "Obey" >>>WHIP<<< "My" >>>WHIP<<< "Orders" >>>WHIP<<< "Do" >>>WHIP<<< "You" >>>WHIP<<< "Understand" >>>WHIP<<< Skinner's onslaught on his agent's searing butt, had stopped. He wasn't actually sure how many strokes he had given Mulder. He counted each word in his mind. Mulder was beside himself with pain. His butt had to have been bleeding, he thought. It felt like Skinner was whipping him with the blade of a knife. He had been howling and begging for him to have mercy on him and stop. For God's sake, STOP! Tears were now, streaming down his cheeks. He figured that the pause was due to Skinner waiting for him to answer. "Yes!!!!!!!!! Ssssir!!!!!!!! Please no more!!!!!! I understand!!!!! I REALLY do!!!!!!!" Mulder wailed, his butt gyrating. Skinner had counted thirteen. He always liked even numbers and thirteen was considered unlucky, so he gave Mulder one more, just to even things out. He looked over the tortured flesh of Mulder's ass and saw the numerous, nasty looking red welts. He had done a good job at covering every inch of his butt. He looked for an unblemished area to land the last welt on, but didn't find one, so he settled for a nice spot, on the backs of his thighs. >>>WHIP<<< "Ahhhhh!!!!! Jeeeesus!!!!!!! Pleeeeeease!!!!!!!" Mulder screamed, his elbows and knees trembling. Skinner stopped again and Mulder really prayed that this was the end of his agony. He looked back, as Skinner released his shirt and let it slide painfully across his burning skin. He then moved away from Mulder and placed the wicked thing back inside his desk. He returned to his sobbing agent, placing a hand on his back and alternating patting and rubbing him. "Agent Mulder, it's over. I'm finished. You can go get you pants and get yourself together." Skinner assured in a soothing voice. Mulder picked his head up, but avoided looking back at his boss. Skinner immediately removed his hand and folded his arms across his chest, as he backed away. Mulder sniffled and ran his arm across his face, then limped over to get his pants and boxers, from the chair. He kept his back turned as he stepped into his pants and pulled them up, hoping that Skinner couldn't see him wincing. Skinner had moved back behind his desk, but did not sit down. He stood and watched as the man in front of him, tried to regain his dignity, with the simple adjusting of his clothing. He could see that his face was still very flushed and his breathing was still erratic, but slowly Mulder was returning to himself. He slid into his suit jacket, then turned to finally face his boss. "You okay, Mulder?" Skinner asked, with real concern. Mulder nodded, "Yes, Sir, I'm fine," he said, lowering his swollen eyes, from Skinner's gaze. Skinner sighed and shook his head. "Mulder, you're not fine. You've just gotten your ass thoroughly whipped." Skinner said, as if telling him something he didn't know. "I know what just happened to me, Sir." Mulder said, turning away from Skinner, then focusing on him again. "Sir?" "Yes Mulder." Skinner answered. "Can I go now, Sir?" Mulder asked, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other. After a quick glance at Skinner, Mulder decided that he found his shoes more interesting, than his boss' face. Skinner knew that his young agent was embarrassed and needed to escape this situation. He figured that Mulder had endured enough torture for one day, so he decided to release him from his torment. "Yes, Agent Mulder, you can go, but there's one more thing." Skinner announced. Mulder turned on his heels, then stopped, looking back at his boss. "Let me know what's happening with the Davis case." Skinner told him, knowing that to Mulder hearing this was like another swat on his ass. Mulder actually felt his stomach flip and he winced a little. Even after what he had just been through, he felt that getting another whipping would be better than going through this thing with the Bureau. At least it would be quicker. "Y-y-yes, Sir." Mulder said, as he made it to the door, opened it and went out. He glanced at Kimberly, then quickly moved passed her. Once out of the office, Mulder had to find the nearest bathroom. After he had found one, he disappeared inside one of the stalls and locked the door. He then opened his pants and placed both his hands under his boxers, gently messaging his still stinging buttocks. Closing his eyes, he let out a loud sigh and groan, then he popped them open realizing that some one could hear him. He continued to tenderly caressing his battered flesh, in silence, until the biting, sting had turned into throbbing, soreness. Then he stopped, checking his hands for blood, then adjusted his pants and flushed the toilet. He even washed his hands to make the other occupants think that he actually used the toilet. On existing the bathroom, Mulder tried his best to alter the stiffness in his walk, as he could feel the fabric of his boxers rubbing his sore butt. He knew that it would be a very long time before he could sit comfortable again. As usually, he'd do his best to hide it from Scully. Maybe they could do some field work that wouldn't involve any sitting. He'd have to look into that has soon as he got back to his office. With that, Mulder walked into a crowded elevator with people, who had no idea that they were sharing an elevator with an agent who had just gotten his bare ass thoroughly whipped by his superior. If they only knew, Mulder thought to himself, it they only knew. ~~~~~~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~~~~~