"Yes, Sir!"
Part of the "Direction" series
E-mail: bluebonnnet42@excite.com
Keywords: Discipline, Slash Mulder/Skinner
WARNING: Folks, this is a DISCIPLINE story. That means
Mulder gets spanked. But believe me...he deserves it.
WARNING II: This story is also SLASH. That means Skinner
can't keep his hands off Mulder. But then again...who could?
Rating: NC-17, baby!
Spoilers: The Host
Summary: Did you ever wonder how Mulder got away with
speaking so insolently to his boss? Answer--he didn't!
Archive: Jeopardy and Persuaders only, please
"Sir, my work on the X-files--"
"The X-files have been closed, Agent Mulder. You will carry
out your new assignments and investigate them to the best of
your ability. Is that not clear?"
Mulder fought the urge to sigh heavily and roll his eyes.
"Yeah," he said at last.
Skinner paused, as if waiting, then replied, "Then I'll be
anticipating your field reports on your current homicide
case. Thank you."
He escorted Mulder quickly from his office, quietly adding
one parting shot. "The usual time, Agent Mulder. The usual
place."
Mulder's face whitened when he heard Skinner hiss the words
at him just before shoving him through the office door, but
they'd really been no more than he expected. He had
railroaded Skinner's secretary, barged into Skinner's office
while he was in the middle of a meeting, and been generally
rude and insolent in front of several of Skinner's
subordinates. He deserved to be punished.
And no doubt he would be, Mulder reflected morosely as he
took the elevator back to the parking garage. They could
have spent a nice, quiet evening alone tonight, but now it
was going to turn into something much less pleasant. He
would go back to New Jersey, spend the day wallowing around
in sewage, and then get his ass beaten by Skinner, and for
what? For speaking his mind, for telling Skinner how he
felt about jerk-off assignments.
He flushed a little when he remembered his comment to
Skinner about cleaning the restroom floors with a
toothbrush. Actually, Mulder thought miserably, that would
be preferable to what was probably going to happen to him at
eight o'clock that night.
"Come in, Agent Mulder."
Skinner stepped back to allow Mulder to enter, which the agent
did, albeit reluctantly. He stood stiffly in the middle of
the entrance, just waiting for Skinner to order him over the
usual chair. Instead, the big man surprised him by
motioning him toward the sofa.
"Have a seat, Fox."
Mulder stared at his boss and lover for a moment before
perching gingerly on the edge of the sofa. Skinner
disappeared into the kitchen, returning a moment later with
two cans of beer, one of which he handed to Mulder. Mulder
took it, twisting it between his nervous hands. He was so
focused on what was about to happen to him that he didn't
pick up on what Skinner was saying, although he was aware
the other man was speaking. At last, completely on edge, he
placed the unopened can of beer on the coffee table and
interrupted.
"Sir, could we please get on with it?" he asked with a sigh.
Skinner gave a tight smile. "Have you heard a word I've
said, Mulder?"
Mulder shook his head reluctantly. "I'm afraid not, Sir."
Skinner raised an eyebrow, then stood. "All right, then.
I can see we'll get nowhere until this is taken care of.
Get into position."
Now that the moment was upon him, Mulder felt his stomach
drop to the floor. "Uh, Sir...I'm paying attention
now...maybe you could just repeat what you--"
"Now, Mulder."
Mulder took a deep, shaky breath, then crossed to the chair
where Skinner preferred to punish him. Slowly he bent over,
lowering his head to the cushion, butt sticking up for
Skinner's attention. He waited for a few seconds, then
looked over his shoulder anxiously when Skinner cleared his
throat.
"S-sir?"
"Pants, Mulder."
Mulder flushed--no matter how many times he lover saw him
naked in the bedroom, it never ceased to embarrass him when
he was ordered to drop his pants for discipline. He'd hoped
Skinner would forget this part, but he should have known
better. Averting his eyes, Mulder stood, quickly unzipped
his pants and pulled them and his boxers to his knees. He
bent over again, burying his flaming face in the cushion of
the chair.
Mulder expected to experience the lash of Skinner's belt across
his butt immediately, but instead he felt Skinner's hand
brush across him in a gentle caress. He clenched his muscles
reflexively, but relaxed when Skinner continued to smooth
his soft skin. Finally, when Mulder seemed more at ease,
Skinner spoke.
"Tell me what this is about, Fox."
"'cse I ws rdtousir."
Skinner smiled patiently. "Raise your head out of the
cushion and tell me."
Mulder lifted his head a bit. "Because I was rude to you,
Sir."
Skinner shook his head. "Not quite, Agent Mulder."
"Sir?"
"You were certainly rude, but I would have considered your
behavior suitably punished by your embarrassment in front of
the people in my office. It was another thing that brought
this spanking upon you. Something you probably think of as
a very small incident, but you do know how important respect
is to me, Fox."
Now Mulder raised up completely, staring at Skinner with
that wide-eyed look of confusion that made him so adorable.
"Huh, Sir?"
Skinner crossed his arms, the belt dangling dangerously from
one of his hands. Mulder found his eyes drawn to its
leather length, and before he knew it he was zoning out
again. Skinner's voice brought him back.
"Mulder. Mulder?"
"Huh, Sir?" Mulder tore his gaze from the belt to look
Skinner in the eye.
"How do you normally address me?"
Mulder looked even more confused. "I call you 'Sir'...Sir."
"Exactly. How many times have you called me that since you
walked into this apartment tonight?"
Mulder shrugged. "I'm supposed to remember that?"
"Ten. Ten times, Mulder."
"Wait a minute. Are you telling me I'm being punished for
calling you 'Sir'? What should I call you, 'Master'?"
Skinner grinned. "I wouldn't mind, but we'll work on that
later." He ignored Mulder's startled look. "Tell me what
you said to me this afternoon in my office."
"I told you I thought the assignment was a jerk-off one,"
Mulder said apologetically. "Look, Sir, I'm really sorry,
but I--"
"And then," Skinner interrupted, "I told you the X-files had
been closed. I instructed you to carry out your new
assignments to the best of your ability, and I asked you if
you understood. And what did you say to me?"
"I said I understood, Sir."
Skinner shook his head. "No, Fox, that isn't what you said.
What were your exact words, or should I say 'word?'"
Mulder stared at him blankly for a minute, then
understanding dawned on his face. "I said 'yeah,' Sir."
"'Yeah, Sir?'"
Mulder flushed again. "'Yeah.' I said 'yeah.'"
Skinner nodded. "Exactly. Not only did you barge into my
office, throwing a temper tantrum about your assignment, but
when I spoke to you about it, you replied with complete
insolence."
"And that's--that's what you're angry about, Sir?" Mulder
asked, incredulous.
"That's right, Mulder. I didn't appreciate being questioned
in front of my subordinates, but I absolutely will not
tolerate disrespect of that nature."
"You mean, if I'd done exactly the same thing, only I'd
called you 'Sir' you wouldn't be punishing me now, Sir?"
Mulder was still confused.
Skinner grinned again. "I didn't say that, Mulder, but your
lack of respect was the thing that upset me the most. Now,
you've proven you can address me properly, but before I'm
finished with you tonight, I'm going to make certain it's a
lesson you don't forget in the future."
Mulder leaned over the chair again in a huff. It was bad
enough to be spanked like a child, but over something so
trivial?
Once again, Skinner's hand stroked his bare buttocks, and
Mulder shivered in anticipation.
"Sir, would you please just get it over with?" he pleaded.
"Certainly, Agent Mulder. Ten strokes. I'll expect you to
count each stroke, and thank me for it. And be sure to use
the proper respect, Mulder."
"Yes *Sir*" gritted Mulder, then yelped when the belt lashed
down hard across his vulnerable butt.
"Mulder?"
"One, Sir!" Mulder yelled. "Thank you, Sir."
"Excellent." The belt fell again.
"Two, Sir! Damn! Uh...thank you, Sir."
"Let's keep the profanity to a minimum, Fox."
"Yes, Sir."
The next stroke fell across Mulder's thighs, and the agent
stifled a scream of pain. "Th-three, Sir!" Skinner waited
patiently until Mulder added, "Thank you, Sir."
Skinner landed the belt hard across the fleshiest part of
Mulder's butt, and this time the scream wasn't muffled.
"Damn it, Sir, do you have to hit so hard?"
"Mulder, do I need to add strokes for each swear word?"
"No! No, Sir! Thank you, Sir!"
"Count?"
"Sh-I mean crap! I can't remember...uh...four, Sir!"
In an effort to speed things up, Mulder quickly mumbled,
"Five Sir thank you Sir," after the next lash.
"If I can't hear you, the count goes up," Skinner warned.
"I said five, Sir!" Mulder yelled. Then, as a precaution,
added, "Thank you, Sir!"
Now the lecture Mulder had expected began. "The next time
you have a grievance, Agent Mulder,"...
"Six, Sir, thank you, Sir!"
"...I expect you to present it to me..."
"Sev-seven! Sir! Th-thank you, Sir." Mulder quickly wiped
the tears from his face, his red buttocks clenching and
unclenching in anticipation of the next attack.
"...in a reasonable, organized manner."
"Sir, please! I've learned my lesson, I swear, please stop,
Sir!"
"I'm waiting, Mulder."
"Eight...eight, Sir! Thank you, S-sir." Mulder drew in a
hitching breath. Only two more to get through and it would
be over.
"I expect you to always use the proper terms of respect..."
"Nine! Ouch! Sir! Please, Sir, I must have called you
'Sir' a hundred times already tonight!"
"Yes, but that hundred doesn't make up for the one time you
didn't," Skinner replied firmly. "Forgetting something,
Mulder?"
"Nine, Sir."
Skinner waited.
"Eight?" Mulder asked, hoping against hope he hadn't gotten
the count wrong.
Skinner waited some more.
Shit! "Thank you, Sir!"
The last lash was the hardest, and Mulder sobbed his agony
into the chair cushion for several moments before giving the
required, "Ten, Sir, thank you, Sir!"
The moment the words were out of Mulder's mouth, Skinner
dropped the belt to the floor and pulled Mulder up from the
chair and into his arms. Mulder rested his head against the
larger man's shoulder, accepting the comfort that was
offered, until his sobbing quieted and he could hear the
beating of Skinner's heart. When Mulder had calmed, Skinner
guided him gently to the sofa, helping him lie down on his
stomach and pulling the pants and boxers the rest of the way
off. Mulder buried his face in the sofa while Skinner went
to get him a glass of water, then took it and downed it
quickly. Even in the short time they'd been doing this, it
had become a ritual.
"Can I get up now, Sir?" Mulder asked plaintively a few
minutes later, when Skinner had taken a seat in Mulder's
punishment chair.
"What do I always tell you?" Skinner smiled.
Mulder grimaced. "You like to look at my rosy red butt," he
said, obviously quoting. He turned his face so he could
take in the length of Skinner, sprawled in the chair with
his long legs outstretched, crossed at the ankles. "How
about giving me something nice to look at?" he asked coyly.
Skinner's grin widened. "What did you have in mind?
Baseball game? Basketball game?"
"I was thinking you could take your shirt off. Sir."
His boss looked him up and down, eyes resting appreciatively
on his flaming butt. "I'd rather take yours off."
"But that would leave me completely naked," Mulder protested
with a half-hearted grin.
"Exactly. Shirt off, Mulder."
"If you weren't the top, you couldn't boss me around like
this," Mulder grumbled, pulling his shirt over his head and
dropping it to the floor.
"But I am the top, Mulder, always," Skinner observed. He
patted his jean-clad knee. "Come here."
Mulder obeyed, going to Skinner and taking a seat on his
lap, wincing a bit as his sore butt met the rough denim. He
forgot his discomfort immediately when Skinner took his head
between his two big hands and began kissing him.
"Mmmm," Mulder moaned as Skinner's tongue slipped into his
mouth. Suddenly, more than just his butt was feeling warm,
and he could tell from the stiffening in Skinner's jeans
that he wasn't the only one affected.
"Want you..." he muttered against Skinner's ear when his
mouth was at last relinquished in favor of a nipple.
"What?" Skinner stopped tormenting Mulder long enough to
look up at his naked agent's face.
"Want you, Sir!"
"Much better." He set Mulder on his feet, then stood and
grasped Mulder's erect, eager cock, leading him toward the
bedroom. "This way, boy," he growled seductively. "First,
you're going to suck me, then I'm going to fuck you within
an inch of your life. How does that sound?"
Mulder grinned. "Perfect, Sir."
When they reached the bedroom, Skinner turned to Mulder.
"Undress me!" he snapped, and Mulder shivered at the stern
tone.
"Yes, Sir!" He pulled Skinner's t-shirt over his head,
kissing his way up the broad, firm chest, ending at
Skinner's lips, and discarded the shirt on the floor. Next,
he unfastened Skinner's jeans, drawing the zipper down
carefully and pulling them off. He grinned widely when he
saw that Skinner wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Awfully sure of yourself, weren't you, Sir?" he asked
cheekily.
In answer, Skinner grabbed two fistfuls of Mulder's thick,
dark hair and positioned his cock in front of Mulder's
mouth. Mulder opened wide to accept it eagerly, taking his
lover's whole length with ease. The first time Skinner had
ordered him to suck cock, Mulder had been tentative, for
he'd never given oral sex before, but soon found that not
only did he enjoy the act, he had a natural talent for it.
"Yeah, that's right, take it all," Skinner growled, sounding
somewhat breathless from Mulder's ministrations.
Mulder reached around to cup Skinner's smooth buttocks,
kneading them as he continued lapping and tonguing the
delicious cock in his mouth. Finally Mulder could tell
Skinner was getting close, because his lover's muscles
clenched and his cock felt as if it had suddenly grown even
longer. Before Skinner's salty essence could reach his
tongue, Skinner yanked Mulder's head back, jerking his cock
out of his mouth. He looked down at Mulder with eyes that
glittered dangerously.
"Were you thinking to bring me off, boy, so I wouldn't be
able to fuck you?"
"No, Sir," Mulder replied, swallowing hard. Even though he
knew Skinner's dominance was only a game, it never failed to
shake him to the core when Skinner went all masterful on
him. It was just so real...the man was just so damned
*good* at it.
"I'm glad to hear that, boy," Skinner snarled. "I'd really
hate to have to bend you over my knee and freshen up the
shine on that ass."
"Th-that won't be necessary, Sir," Mulder answered quickly,
hoping Skinner wouldn't spank him. He knew a hand spanking
could be erotic, not like the punishment Skinner had
delivered earlier, but he was pretty sure his aching butt
couldn't take any more of that kind of attention tonight.
Skinner looked as if he might be considering the matter, and
Mulder waited with bated breath to learn his fate. There
was always the safe word, of course, but he hated to use
it--especially when it was simply a matter of a spanking.
He'd certainly endured worse in his lifetime.
"Very well," Skinner said at last. "Lie down on the bed.
On your stomach, boy."
Mulder obeyed quickly, then looked over his shoulder when he
heard Skinner opening their toy drawer.
"Sir?" he asked hesitantly when he saw the leather cuffs
Skinner held.
Skinner grinned. "You certainly seem to have learned that
word."
"I'm not likely to forget it, after the punishment you gave
me!" Mulder retorted.
"Relax, Fox," Skinner soothed, slipping the cuff's on
Mulder's wrists and fastening them to the hooks on the wall
at the head of the bed. "You know I won't hurt you. Well,"
he chuckled, "not more than you want, anyway."
"What I want right now--"
"What *you* want right now is immaterial!" Skinner barked,
dropping instantly back into dom mode, and Mulder shivered
in terrified delight. "Lie still, boy, and let me enjoy
you."
Mulder did his best to obey, but when Walter began kissing
the nape of his neck, working his way slowly down Mulder's
spine until his tongue found the sore redness of his butt,
Mulder couldn't help struggling. He yelped when Skinner's
hand smacked his left cheek.
"Still!"
"I'm trying, Sir, but it's hard when you're doing that!"
Mulder protested.
Skinner stifled a guffaw at Mulder's choice of words. "It
had better be," he commented, returning to his task.
Mulder just rolled his eyes at his lover's humor, doing his
utmost to keep still while Skinner's lips, tongue and
fingertips tormented his entire body in an erotic, tickling,
tantalizing journey from head to toe and back again. When
Walter's tongue slipped into his ear, Mulder bit down
viciously on the pillow to keep from screaming. He was so
hot for Walter's cock that he was panting with need, and had
long since given up silence for a steady stream of, "please
Sir please no more just *do* it Walter *please*!"
Skinner, ever in control of the situation, had ignored his
sub's begging, but now the sight of the lithe, sweaty body
beneath his was too much. Quickly lubing himself, he pulled
on Mulder's hips, positioning him just so, before sliding
home in one long, slow stroke.
Mulder yelled at the sudden intrusion, shock and surprise
combining with pleasure to overload his senses, and when
Skinner began fucking him, his rhythm sure and steady,
Mulder was certain he would die. His butt was still sore,
and every time Skinner came into contact with it, Mulder
gasped, but the overwhelming feeling gripping him was one of
such sweet pleasure that he closed his eyes and hoped it
would never end.
It did, of course, as all good things must, and when Skinner
grunted and collapsed over him, Fox simply lay there for a
few minutes, enjoying the weight of his lover's body
pressing him into the mattress. Eventually, his arms
beginning to ache a little, he moved, and Skinner rolled off
him.
"How was that?" Skinner asked, uncuffing Mulder and helping
him turn onto his back.
Mulder hissed a little when his punished ass came in contact
with the sheets. "That was wonderful, Sir, but I..." He
glanced down at his aching, erect cock, hoping part of his
punishment wouldn't be to go unsatisfied tonight. He needed
to come so badly!
Skinner's eyes raked up and down his body, and Mulder held
his breath hopefully. Surely Skinner wouldn't be so cruel!
"You do understand that any pleasure you receive is merely
at my whim, don't you, boy?" he asked at last.
Mulder nodded eagerly. "Of course, Sir."
"You understand that I could leave you in this state, and
you're not allowed to do a thing about it."
"Yes, Sir."
Skinner's eyes fixed on Mulder's cock, and Mulder could
almost feel that large hand wrapping around it, bringing him
off.
"What would you like me to do now, Fox?"
Mulder hesitated for a moment; this was a dangerous
question, one that would determine where the game went next.
Did he receive satisfaction, or did he sleep here next to
Skinner, aching with need for the man for the rest of the
night. It all hinged on his answer. At last, deciding upon
the safest course, he spoke.
"Whatever you please, Sir."
Skinner straddled Mulder, his cock mere inches from the
younger man's, and Mulder fought with himself not to strain
upwards to rub against it. Skinner leaned over so his face
was almost nose-to-nose with Mulder.
"I think perhaps what pleases me now is to go to sleep."
Mulder swallowed hard, feeling his heart sink. "Yes, Sir, I
understand," he whispered at last.
"You're very good, Fox."
His eyes opened wide at the unexpected compliment. "Sir?"
"You've done everything I've asked of you tonight,
without...well, without *excessive* complaining, and now
that I've told you to go to sleep without getting to come,
you said exactly the right thing."
Mulder didn't quite know what to say. "I..uh..thank you,
Sir."
"As a reward for your greatly improved behavior..." Skinner
finished his sentence by taking Mulder's cock quickly into
his mouth, sucking it hard, and Mulder yelled at the sudden
ecstasy.
He bucked up into his lover's mouth, and Skinner continued
his ministrations, his tongue and lips working Mulder, first
gently and slowly, then faster and more insistently, until
at last the young agent came with a shudder and a cry. When
at last he returned to reality, it was to find Skinner
smiling down at him lovingly.
"I'm proud of you, Fox," he said, settling down on the bed
and pulling Mulder into his arms.
"Thank you, Sir."
They drifted away toward sleep, and just before Mulder dozed
off completely, he heard a whispered, "I love you."
"Love you too," he replied sleepily.
He was startled awake by a sharp slap to his buttocks.
"Hey!"
"What did you say to me, Fox?"
Mulder sighed. "I love you too, *Sir!*"
END