A Squicky Tale
or If the Story Squicks, Read It
by Xcraft
Recently we had a discussion on things we thought of as squicks in a story. Many had the same ideas. When I was reading all the posts I wondered to myself if a story containing some of these squicks could still be fun to read. So this is what I came up with. I just wrote as things came into my head and no re-writes so please take that into consideration if it doesn't flow. Besides, a poorly written story is a squick, isn't it? ;-) (If I've learned one thing from Mulder it's always try to cover your ass) See how many squicks you
can spot.
Hoover Building
2 p.m. Friday
Mulder entered Skinner's office and closed the door behind him. "You
wanted to spank me, Sir?... See me! I..I mean see me, Sir." he
stammered. (Smooth Mulder. That sounded guilty. Why not just ask for
it.)
Skinner raised an eyebrow and glared at Mulder for a moment. "Sit down
Agent Mulder,.... while you still can." he added cryptically.
"Uhm...Sir? I'm not sure what you wanted to see me about. The last case
went smoothly and..."
"Mulder." Skinner interrupted. "I want to know what's been going on with
you lately."
(God, I hate vague questions) "Nothing, Sir." (Oh, that sounded
convincing!)
Eye contact was something Mulder found impossible to maintain with
Skinner for any length of time and he soon began to fidget and play with
the buttons on his coat. Skinner studied him for a minute or two. It had
been quite awhile since their last session and it was becoming
abundantly clear that another was way over due.
"Mulder, I want you back here at 7pm. I think we have some things to
discuss"
"But, Sir... I..."
"Mulder, that will be all. You can go now and don't be late young man."
(Young man? Shit! I don't like the sound of that.) Mulder quickly left
the room and made his way through the halls and down to the safety of
his basement office. (Damn, how does he do that to me? Nothing went
wrong on that last case.) He tried to convince himself. (He's just
baiting me. Trying to trip me up so he can punish me. So maybe there
were a couple things I didn't mention from the last case, but he doesn't
need to know everything and my time is none of his business.) His
agitation was growing. (He's gotten waaaay too comfortable with this
spanking stuff ever since we started this agreement.)
The agreement between Mulder and Skinner had started over a year ago
after a particularly bad case. One that Mulder would really rather
forget. To make matters worse, Scully accidentally walked in on one of
their sessions at Mulder's apartment about 6 months ago. She walked in
to find Mulder bare-assed over Skinner's knees. And, much to Mulder's
embarrassment and her unease, Skinner asked her to stay. To make a long
story short, she was now Skinner's ally, much to Mulder's dismay.
"Who does he think he is!" Mulder was mumbling to himself as he entered
the office.
"Ooooh, somebody's in trouble.", she said in a sing song fashion.
Mulder glared at her and sat down hard in his chair exhaling loudly.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh come on Mulder, tell me what's up. You know I can tell when Skinner
is in your case."
"Did he say anything to you?" Mulder's eyes narrowed as Scully shook her
head. "Did you say anything to him?"
"No Mulder, I wouldn't do that." A slight smile pulling at the corners
of her mouth making Mulder more uncomfortable.
"Scully!" He whined. "I'm leaving!" He rose abruptly and headed for the
door.
"What about Skinner?" Scully called after him.
"What about him!", he said as he left, his mind already on more
important things, like how to save his ass.
Mulder's Apartment
7:00pm Friday
"He thinks I'm going to show up at his office just so he can beat my
ass? Not this time!" Mulder entered is apartment stuffing his tie into
his coat pocket and throwing it at a nearby chair. It missed and ended up
in a pile on the floor.
"That's no way to treat nice clothes, Mulder." He jumped at the sound of
the familiar voice.
"Alex! What in the hell are you doing here!?"
"Oh, nothing." Krycek said innocently, a sly grin on his face. "I just
thought I'd pay the department's best looking, after me of course, agent
a visit." His hand running along Mulder's shoulders as he moved past him
to sit on the couch.
"Damn it Alex, I'm not in the mood for your games."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What's the matter, Skinner after your butt again?" Alex
teased.
Mulder picked up a magazine and threw it at Krycek. The motion brought
him within reach and Krycek grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto the
couch. Mulder had reached his breaking point and elbowed Alex hard in
the chest. The two began wrestling. Arms and legs entwined in a power
struggle. All too soon Mulder found himself at a disadvantage. A big
disadvantage, over Krycek's knees, his nose about 3 inches from the
carpet. (Gee, I really ought to vacuum.) His mind was brought back to
reality as a hard swat landed on his backside. Krycek's hand came down
again and again on the seat of Mulder's thin dress slacks.
"I told you I was going to get back at you for ditching me like
someone's bad date!" Alex ground out between whacks.
"Alex! Uhhh.... Cut it out!" Mulder yelled over his shoulder.
"No way Foxy boy, you've got this coming!" Krycek continued to bring his
hand down as hard as he could. "Besides, I kind of like the view and I'm
enjoying this too much!"
"Alex! Stop it!"
They were both making so much noise they didn't hear the apartment door
open or notice the large figure that now stood in the middle of the
room. Skinner crossed is large arms over his chest and cleared his
throat, "Hmmm, hmm".
Two sets of eyes were immediately on him, mouths open, a look of
surprise on their faces.
"I see I've gotten here just in time.", Skinner said in low, menacing
voice as he began to remove his belt.
"OH SHIT!!", cried out two voices in unison from the couch. Both of the
younger men began to scramble to their feet.
"Get off me!"
"You get off me!"
Skinner put his foot on the edge of the coffee table and shoved it out
of the way. The noise and sudden movement catching the of Mulder and
Krycek. Both began backing away from the angry AD who stood in front of
them.
"Mulder, y-you talk to him." Alex said as he pulled Mulder in front of
him.
"No way!" Mulder sidestepped and pulled Alex back in front. Soon both
were wrestling, grabbing and pulling the other to form a buffer between
themselves and the extremely pissed man in front of them.
"Mulder! Do you know what fucking time it is!?" Skinner yelled, his belt
clenched in his right fist.
"I'm not.... I mean, I'm s-sorry! The meeting, oh God! I'm sorry Sir.
Please, I didn't realize what time it was." Mulder was lying, but
thought this was better than admitting he missed it on purpose.
"I knew this was your fault!" Krycek yelled as he punched Mulder in
the arm.
"Well, if you hadn't decided I needed my ass whipped, I would have made
that meeting!" Mulder spat back returning the punch.
"ENOUGH!!" Skinner's face was turning a dangerous shade of red. The belt
in his hand whipped out catching Mulder on the thigh. "Any ass
whipping going on around here is going to be done by me! And, boys,
that's just what is going to happen. Now, I suggest that if either of
you any skin left on those butts of yours, you'd better get them into
the bedroom, NOW!"
Deciding the risk of trying to get past Skinner was too great, both of
the younger men bolted toward the bedroom. Skinner aided their progress
with a well placed backhanded swipe of his belt to Krycek's ass. The AD
was right on their heels, his belt snaking out catching anything in it's
path. Once in the bedroom, Skinner slammed the door behind him.
"Pants down boys! Over to the bed! MOVE IT!!"
Both Mulder and Krycek turned toward the bed, frantically unbuckled
their belts and dropped their trousers. Skinner placed a hand on each
back and shoved them both over the edge of the bed.
"Bare those asses, boys!"
Skinner's stern voice left no room for arguments. Two pairs of hands
began lowering the last bit of protection between them and a nasty piece
of leather.
"I'll get you for this Mulder!" Alex whispered loudly.
"SHUT! UP!" Mulder shot back, risking a look over his shoulder. He
immediately wished he hadn't. Skinner was wrapping his belt around his
hand leaving about a foot and a half hanging. He brought his hand up
past his right shoulder and, with all his strength, brought the belt
down on Mulder's waiting backside. CRACK! The sound was like a pistol
shot. Mulder's head shot up followed by a sharp intake of breath.
Skinner's follow through brought his hand past his left shoulder and he
unleashed a mighty backhanded lash to Krycek's yet unblemished ass.
Another sharp CRRAAACK rang out and Alex's head shot up as well. Skinner
was well beyond angry and the strength behind the blows showed it. He
continued his forehand and backhand strokes. CRRAAACK! CRRAAACK!
CRRAAACK! CRRAAACK! Over and over the belt came down. He ignored the
yelps and moans coming from the bed and continued strapping the two
dancing backsides until they were thoroughly reddened. As his anger
gradually gave way to rational thinking, Skinner dropped his arms to his
sides. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead and slowly trailed down his
back. His shirt clung to his torso and his rapid breathing returned to
normal. The two young men on the bed were quietly sobbing. Mulder had
the bedspread clenched in both hands and pulled tightly around his head.
Krycek's head rested on his forearms and slowly rolled side to side.
Realizing the strapping had ended, Mulder and Krycek slowly eased
themselves up off the bed. Both wincing as they pulled up their shorts
and trousers. They stood there quietly, heads lowered. Mulder used his
shirtsleeve to wipe his eyes. There was an uneasy silence in the room,
Skinner's glare keeping their nerves on edge.
Skinner grabbed Alex roughly and pulled him out of the room. He half dragged him to the front door, "Stay way from here, Alex!" Skinner shouted as he shoved him into the hall and slammed the door. There was a quiet knock at the door a couple seconds later.
"WHAT!" barked Skinner as he opened the door.
"M-my coat.", Alex pointed into the apartment. "C-can I get my
coat... Sir?"
Skinner turned slightly and Alex edged by him, retrieved his coat, and
ducked back out. Skinner swatted the already sore backside as it went
past him causing Alex to yelp. He closed the door and walked back into
the living room. Mulder was leaning his shoulder against the wall. His
arms were crossed, almost hugging himself. His face was flushed and his
eyes were teary and red. His lip stuck out in an adorable pout.
"Sir?" he said quietly, eyes fixed on the floor. "I'm s-sorry I forgot
the meeting."
Skinner stepped in front of him and grabbed his upper arms, "Forgot
Mulder?" He shook him slightly and sighed. "I knew you'd been seeing
Krycek. That's why I wanted you at my office tonight. And I know you
didn't just forget that meeting Mulder. You missed it on purpose,
didn't you. I was going to surprise Krycek here myself. I just wanted
you out of the way so I could deal with him." He released his grip and
walked to retrieve his overcoat from a chair. "You just can't follow
orders, can you."
Mulder just shrugged not trusting his voice to talk yet.
"Get some things together. You're coming to my place for the weekend."
"What?...... Why?" Mulder whined. "Why do I have to come with you? I
don't want to. I want to stay..." He was cut off by a slap. Not too
hard. Just enough to get his attention.
"Mulder, just do it. You've got five minutes young man." Skinner looked
at his watch to start timing.
Mulder turned and dragged his feet to the bedroom like a doomed man.
(Great! This is all I need. I really don't want to go with him.) He
threw a few things into a bag. (God, I can't believe this. Who does he
think he is, my father?)
"Mulder, let's go!"
"Coming, Sir." (Oh, that'll show him. Coming Master, Whatever you say
Master.)
Soon they were in Skinner's car. Mulder sat as far away from his boss as
possible, practically hugging the passenger door. His nerves were on
edge and his legs bounced up and down. Mulder stared out the side window
trying to figure out what was going through Skinner's head and what was
in store for him. Finally he couldn't take any more and shouted. "What
the hell is going on! I haven't done anything and you're NOT my father!
Skinner's grip tightened on the wheel until his knuckles were white. He
shook his head and clenched his teeth, but said nothing. At the next
stop light Mulder opened the door and jumped out.
"MULDER! Get back in the car!!", the anger clear in Skinner's voice.
Mulder just ignored him and ran down the sidewalk. (Damn it Mulder, don't
listen to him!) Skinner slammed his fist on the wheel and turned the
corner. Mulder was nearing a gas station so Skinner pulled in and jumped
out of the car.
"Mulder!", he yelled. He was really angry now and had to work hard to
control himself.
"Fuck off! Leave me alone!" Mulder shouted back.
"Damn it!" Skinner strode towards him. "Mulder, don't make a scene! Get
back in the car!" As he neared him, Mulder swung at him. Skinner caught
his hand and brought it up behind his back, spinning Mulder to face the
car. He pushed him forward and bent him over the hood. Skinner took out
his handcuffs and cuffed Mulder's hands behind his back.
"Damn it Walter! Get off of me! Mulder lifted his head to see if anyone
noticed the scuffle and his now undignified position. Thankfully it was
dark and they weren't under any bright lights. Hoping nobody was
watching, Skinner landed a firm swat to Mulder's available backside.
Mulder blushed instantly. He was pulled to his feet and re-deposited in
the in the front seat of the car. Skinner walked to the other side and
got behind the wheel. The rest of the ride to Skinner's apartment was in
silence.
Crystal City
8:45pm Friday
Mulder was silent all the way up to Skinner's apartment. Once they were
inside and the door was closed the silence ended.
"GET THESE FUCKING CUFFS OFF ME!!"
Skinner grabbed the back of Mulder's shirt and sat him down hard in the
nearest chair. "Just cool off! I'll take them off when I'm ready."
Mulder sat in the chair and rocked back and forth, his backside still
smarting from the recent belting. Skinner paced in front of him trying
to regain his composure. He ran his hand over his face and neck and
removed his coat and tie, throwing them on the couch.
"Mulder." Skinner began. "I haven't liked your attitude lately."
"My attitude!" Mulder shouted. "What are you, my guidance counselor
now!?"
Skinner was on him in a second. He grabbed his shirt front and pulled
him to his feet. "Quiet!" He spun him around and marched him to the
nearest corner. "I think we both need time to cool off Mulder. I'm going
to take a shower and you are going to keep your nose in this corner and
think. When you ready to get out all you have to do is come to me and
say, 'My attitude isn't what it should be. I've been bad and I need to
be punished.'"
"What! Are you nuts! I'm not going to say that crap and..." The rest was
cut off by a wicked smack on Mulder's upper thigh. "Owww! Damn it
Walter, that hurt! Please, just take the cuffs off and we can talk!"
"No Mulder. The cuffs stay on. I don't think you'll try running away
with them on. And you WILL come and ask me to punish you. You WILL ask
me to put you over my knee and spank you."
"Please. I..I can't. I w-won't." Mulder pouted.
Skinner lifted the cuffed hands and swatted Mulder hard again. "You will
if you want to get out of this corner young man!" He moved away and
started up the stairs. "I wouldn't move from that spot if you know
what's good for you boy." Skinner used his best 'dad' voice. The one he
remembered always worked with him.
Mulder banged his head lightly against the wall.(I won't. I'm not going
to do it. Shit, I can't ask him to spank me. It's different when he just
does it, but to ask for it? No way! I can be just as stubborn as he is.)
A half an hour later Skinner back down wearing jeans and a T-shirt.
"Well Mulder? Do you have anything to ask me?" Other than some whispered
muttering there was no response from the sullen figure in the corner.
"Fine. We have all weekend Mulder." Skinner turned towards the kitchen,
"I'm going to make dinner, but you won't be eating 'till you ask for
your punishment."
A little bit later there was a knock at he door and Mulder's chest
tightened immediately. He looked over his shoulder watching Skinner walk
to the door and gave him a pitiful look.
Skinner glared at him and hissed, "Stay!"
"Ruff!" Mulder did his best dog imitation and instantly regretted it.
Skinner's eyes darkened and Mulder returned his gaze to the well
memorized corner. (Oh great! That helped.)
As the door opened, Mulder heard a voice he recognized easily. "Hi Sir.
Have you seen Mulder?"
(Shit! Don't let her in. Don't let her in.)
"Hi Scully. As a matter of fact I have. Why don't you come in and join
me for dinner." Skinner stepped to the side inviting Scully in.
(Shit!) A quiet moan came from the corner and Mulder wished he had the
power to disappear.
"Uh...um... Walter? Why is Mulder handcuffed and standing in the corner
of your living room?"
"He's been a very bad boy." he answered, directing his voice to the
blushing young man in the corner.
"Ohhhh!" Scully couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face.
"I'm going to finish the dinner. Do you want to join me in the
kitchen?"
"Sure, in a minute. I want to talk to Mulder first." Scully moved to
Mulder's side as Skinner left the room. "Mulder, what's up?"
"Scully. you've got to help me. Maybe if you talk to him. Please?"
"What did you do this time? She pushed back his hair and caressed his
cheek softly.
Mulder leaned his head into her hand, "I don't know, he doesn't like my
attitude. I'm supposed to stay here 'till....I have to, um....Oh, God!"
"What? You have to what?"
"I can't Scully." Mulder's face scrunched up. "He wants me
to... to..... ask for," A blush quickly spread over his face and he rested
his head against the wall. "Can you do something about the cuffs Scully?
My arms are getting numb." He hoped his pout would at least work on
Scully.
"I'll see what I can do Mulder. Just hang in there." She patted him on
the back and headed into the kitchen.
Upon entering the kitchen Scully paused to take in the view. Broad
shoulders encased in a tight white T-shirt tapering to narrow hips and
a well sculpted ass trapped in faded tight jeans. Two muscular tan arms
flexed as Skinner stirred the sauce on the stove. And those big strong
hands. She wouldn't mind getting reacquainted with those hands right
now. Scully moved to his side and let her hand trail slowly up the
strong back. "Mmmm, something smells good."
A smile played across Skinner's lips. He bent down and kissed the soft
red hair. "So, what did he tell you?"
"Well, I'm not really sure. He was having a hard time completing his
sentences. Maybe you could fill me in."
"I don't really want to get into the whole thing. I've finally cooled
down a little. Let's just say some of his past actions and his recent
attitude have gotten out of hand and a certain agent is in need of a
reminder. I've decided to have him ask me for his punishment and, as
you can imagine, he's not too anxious to do so." Skinner sighed heavily
and wiped his hands on the towel stuck in the waistband of his jeans.
"Oh, you are wicked Walter." Scully responded with a knowing smile.
"Uhm...how about the cuffs. Can they come off?"
"Yeah, I think I'll bring him in here so I can keep an eye on him. He
already tried to run once. That's the reason for the cuffs." Scully
raised her eyebrows with that little bit of information. "Mulder!"
Skinner called. "Come in here."
Mulder jumped at the sound of his name. (Come in there? Why? No way! If
he wants me, he can come and get me.) The sound of approaching footsteps
made him nervous and he turned in time to see a scowling Skinner heading
for him. "I..I was just coming." he burst out as he started towards him.
As he passed, Skinner grabbed his arm and turned him sideways. Mulder
closed his eyes and cringed expecting a swat to his backside, but
instead he felt the cuffs being removed from his wrists. Mulder rubbed
the numbness away as he was directed by the firm pressure of a hand on
his lower back into the kitchen and directly into the corner.
"Any time you're ready Mulder, just ask, I'm right here." Mulder felt a
chill run up his back as Skinner's lips tickled his ear. "Okay Scully, I
guess you and I can dig in."
"Excuse me, but would it be possible to get a glass of water. I'm so dry
I can hardly swallow." Mulder pouted and added a small cough for effect.
"Sure Mulder." Skinner filled a glass and took it to him. Mulder reached
for it and Skinner slapped his hand away. "Nuh uh, I'll hold the glass.
I wouldn't want any mishaps, like this water ending up on me." Mulder
was sorely tempted to do just that. "Drink." Mulder sighed, rolled his
eyes and drank.
Dana and Walter chatted and laughed while they ate. Their conversation
frequently focused on the fidgeting form in the corner.
"Hey guys, I'm right here you know. You don't have to talk about me like
I'm not in the room."
Scully got up and walked over to Mulder. "Mulder, honey, why don't you
just ask Walter to spank you and get this over with?"
"S-c-u-l-l-y! Would you?" Mulder whined.
"I have." She decided to let the cat out of the bag. (Walter might not
like, but too bad. Anyway, this could be fun.)
"What!" A look of shock on Mulder's face.
Skinner choked on his water and started coughing, a faint blush rising
over his face.
"Well, I have." She glanced over at Walter. "I bet you never knew
spanking was a turn on for me, did you Mulder."
Mulder shook his head, his jaw slack from this revealing news from his
partner.
Skinner wasn't sure if he was ready for all this to come out, but
thought, (Hell, if that's the way she wants to play it then let's make
this more interesting.) "Dana", he spoke up, "Why don't you give Mulder
a little demonstration?" He crossed his arms over his chest, a sly grin
on his face. Both Mulder and Scully were caught off-guard and stared at
Skinner dumbfounded. "Come over here, young lady, and show Mulder how
easy it is." Skinner patted his thigh.
Scully blushed and hesitated earning her a stern glare from the seated
man. She slowly approached, her demeanor changing from confident FBI
agent to cautious young woman.
Mulder watched in disbelief. (Oh-my-God! I can't believe this. Scully
and Skinner? How'd I miss that. She wants him to spank her? Is she
nuts?)