What I Did on My Holidays, by Fox W. Mulder F.B.I.
by Jas Masson
Rating: NC17 for slash n spank
Summary: Umm. See title!
Dear Persuaders
I'm sending this to you all in an appeal for justice.
This incident happened while we were away and I think
that Walter was wrong, and just cranky because he was
sunburnt. I told him to wear a hat.
Please tell him so; if you agree it'll be a spanking
in credit so I can escape next time.
Thank you.
Yours sincerely
Special Agent Fox W. Mulder, F.B.I.
"Come to bed."
"In a minute."
"Come to bed."
"Shhh. You'll scare it."
"I'll scare you in a minute, boy. Come. To. Bed.
Now."
Mulder continued creeping after his prey. It was dark
and Skinner was already in bed. Mulder, in the dim
light of the bedside lamp, was stalking stealthily
around the bed in his white cotton boxer shorts. The
view, Walter decided, was not unappealing, and only
served to increase his insistence that Mulder come to
bed. He was very tired, as it was only the first day
of the holiday, he was jet-lagged, exhausted and,
although he would deny it to the death, a little
sunburnt. All he wanted to do was curl up next to his
lover, indulge, perhaps, in a gentle spot of holiday
fun and go to sleep. What he most certainly did not
want to be doing, was a spot of pre-bed carnage.
Mulder stuck out his bottom lip and waved his lethal
weapon in the air. "But I can't sleep with it in the
room. It'll only take a minute... Wait. Wait. Keep
still... Gotcha!"
Mulder smiled brightly and triumphantly waved the
victorious fly-swat in the air, as though the square
of bright green mesh plastic on the 18 inch handle
were a mighty sword.
Skinner looked at Mulder. He looked at the fly
swatter. He looked at the squashed carcass of the fly
that Mulder had been chasing for the past ten minutes.
On his leg. On his bare thigh. He moved his hand
and flicked the body off his leg with deliberate
slowness and looked back at Mulder.
Mulder's bright smile trickled off his face. "I'm
ready for bed now," he said meekly.
"Oh no. I don't think so. In fact, I think perhaps I
hear another fly about."
"No. No. I'm sure that's the last one," Mulder said
hopefully.
"No. There's definitely something irritating me
around here. Give me the fly swatter."
Mulder shook his head and held the fly swat behind his
back. "No, Walter. I might need it. You know that
there are numerous cases of killer insects. I think
the aliens are using killer bees to spread their
virus. In fact..."
"Mulder. Give it to me."
"But it's not fair! I was just finishing. The
buzzing *is* annoying and I *can't* sleep with them in
the room."
"Mulder. Now."
Grumbling under his breath he handed the flyswatter to
Walter. Walter reached out and pulled Mulder over his
lap, shifting so he sat against the headboard in the
middle of the bed with Mulder over his knees. He
admired the firm thighs and bottom, before reaching to
pull the white boxers down slowly exposing pale cheeks
inch by inch before pulling them down tanned thighs to
Mulder's knees. He raised the fly swatter high and
brought it down on the perfectly presented white
bottom.
"OW!" Mulder yelled in surprise, "That really
stings."
"Yes. *I* know."
He proceeded to paddle the exposed bottom firmly,
raising his arm and spanking the unprotected buttocks
as hard as he could. The swatter was so light that it
couldn't really hurt. Except for a mighty sting, of
course.
"OW! Ouch! Stop!" Mulder complained as his bare
bottom was relentlessly smacked.
Walter watched admiringly as the firm, round cheeks
turned pink as they wriggled over his lap. But he
really was very tired and his arm was beginning to
ache so he stopped. He put down the swatter and
patted the naked, rosy bottom gently, before letting
Mulder up. Mulder was pouting, his full bottom lip
pushed out and his face flushed and sulky. Walter
tapped his lip lightly with one finger. "I think we
can find a better use for that, don't you?" and he
pushed the sheet aside freeing his erect cock.
Mulder's face brightened and he immediately went down.
Walter leant back in contentment as Mulder sucked on
his balls before taking the organ firmly in his mouth
and swallowing, working his cock with lips and tongue.
He opened his eyes as he thrust gently and lazily
into the warm welcome of Mulder's mouth and smiled at
the view. The dressing table was opposite and the
mirror afforded an excellent view of Mulder, his bare
bottom up in the air, his knees on either side of
Walters legs and his nicely spanked, rosy bottom
slightly spread for Waiter's appreciative eyes.
Walter looked at Mulder's cock hanging heavily between
his parted thighs and grinned evilly. Lazily he
raised his leg and rubbed Mulder's groin gently.
Mulder's naked, pink cheeks clenched in reaction and
he moaned around Waiter's cock, causing pleasant
vibrations. Walter thrust and rubbed together and was
rewarded by the sight of Mulder's pink bottom
squirming as he tried to push more firmly against
Waiter's teasing leg. Satisfied at the hot pulse of
Mulder's cock against his leg and the sight of
Mulder's spanked behind wiggling frantically he
dropped his leg, closed his eyes and thrust firmly
into Mulder's willing throat and coming with a
satisfied sigh.
He pulled Mulder up and kissed him thoroughly, tasting
the bitterness of his release mixed with the sharp
taste of Mulder's arousal. He pulled them both down
together and snuggled up happily behind Mulder,
feeling the warmth of his spanked bottom against his
sated genitals, trapping his arms in a huge hug, and
squeezing Mulder's hot pulsing cock.
He whispered in Mulder's ear, "You do realize if you
hadn't spent time chasing that fly, and if I hadn't
had to spank your naughty bottom we'd have had time
for *you*. But as it is..." He shrugged, trapping
Mulder more closely to him and burying his face
sleepily in Mulder's hair.
Comprehension in an aroused fog was slow in coming.
"Walter?" Skinner's breathing began to even out.
"Walter?!" "WALTER!!"
Now I ask you lovely ladies, did I deserve that?