The Birthday Present
by Xcraft
Disclaimer, disclaimer, disclaimer. Yadda, yadda, yadda. And now on with
the story.
Crystal City
Skinner's Apartment
It was only a week until Mulder's birthday and Walter wanted to get
him something special, something different. Something that would appeal
to Mulder's strange taste of the surreal. He had looked through catalog
after catalog and so far nothing seemed right. Then an idea came to him.
(How about something new for the playroom. Yea, some new fixture.)
They had the usual stuff, but he wanted something on the cutting edge,
something both he and Mulder would appreciate. Skinner decided to call
his friend, Hank. He bought most of the equipment they had from him and
Hank was always up on what was new. He dialed the number for 'Hank's
Playhouse.
"Hello, Hank's Playhouse. May I help you?", a sexy voice came over the
line.
"Hi, is Hank in? This is Walt, a friend of his."
"One moment please."
Skinner tapped his pen on the coffee table as he waited for him to pick
up.
"Hi, Walt?"
"Yea, Hi Hank. How've you been?"
"Fine. And you and Fox?"
"Great. Hey, speaking of Fox, his birthday is next week and I'm looking
for something special, you know, out of the ordinary for the playroom.
Got anything new?"
"Well, funny you should ask. I've got a new item, but...it's kind of
out there." Hank's reply was hesitant, yet intriguing.
"Out there sounds just like Fox. What is it?"
"It's a self-discipline device. Uhm...I guess you could call it a
spanking machine of sorts."
A chuckle escaped Skinner, "A...A spanking machine? For real?"
"I'm not lying." Hank was also chuckling now, "and it's quite high-tech,
works really well. I've got one at my place for my boys and, you know,
I think it would be great for you and Fox. It's quite unique. I'll tell
you what, if you want to try it for a couple weeks and then decide,
that's fine with me."
"Hmmm." Skinner thought for a bit and tried to imagine what the machine
might look like. "I don't know.....I DO enjoy having him over my knee.
Isn't this a little impersonal?"
"I know what you mean." he answered. "I thought the same thing, but this
has so many programs available that I can't imagine being without it
now. You can program a punishment ahead of time or over the computer
when you're not there and punishment is necessary. It can deliver a soft
to a hard punishment, but I've found that an hour long light spanking
can really work wonders, not too mention being rather erotic. It comes
with a remote and a master key. There's no way to fake a programmed
punishment. It has to be physically done to register, there's no way
around it."
Skinner was becoming more and more interested. Picturing Mulder
responsible for spanking his own backside was quite an appealing thought
and actually might be good for taming his sometimes wild behavior. "You
know Hank, I think I will try it for the two weeks. Can your guys bring
it over this week?"
"No problem Walt. Try it out and let me know. I should be able to get it
to you Friday. Does that sound good?"
"Sounds great! Mulder's going to be out of town 'till next Tuesday. That
should give me plenty of time to get it up and running."
"Good! Make sure you read the entire manual before you use it. It's
really simple to operate, but you need to know all the options. Man, I
wish I could see Fox's face when he sees it." Hank was laughing,
imagining what that face would be.
Skinner was laughing at that image too. "Don't worry, I'll let you know
all about it. Thanks again Hank"
Friday, 7:00pm
Crystal City
Skinner was home only 15 minutes before he heard the doorman buzz and
tell him he had a delivery. Several minutes later there was a knock on
the door and Skinner opened it to find 2 men and a very, very large
crate. Since these were Hank's guys he had them take the crate directly
to the playroom and unpack it. About 20 minutes later they were gone and
Skinner went to investigate the new toy.
The machine, itself, was quite sleek. All black metal and padded
vinyl. It looked like a piece of exercise equipment and , just looking
at it, you would never guess it's purpose. As he read through the
manual, he discovered how to adjust the height, angle, and implement
selection. There were two available, a leather switch/cane-like
attachment and an acrylic paddle with holes. There were also options
that could be added later. The control panel included a timer clock,
number of strokes and frequency, firmness of application
(soft-medium-hard) with many options of all of them. All in all, it
sounded relatively simple to operate. Skinner changed into sweats and a
T-shirt and decided to try a sample run. Unfortunately, the machine
wouldn't run without somebody actually in it, but he needed to know
how it ran before using it with Mulder so he decided, a little
reluctantly, to try it on himself first. He adjusted the height and
slight slant of the padded surface his upper body would rest on.
Referring to the manual, he selected a brief program; 30 seconds, medium
application strength and decided to sample both implements. He stepped
onto the footpads and bent at the waist to lay comfortably on the
slanted table, keeping the manual with him, just in case. With a quick
check on the program and a deep breath, he hit the start button.
The machine whirred to life and he felt a padded bar come down over
his lower back pressing him firmly, but not too hard, holding him in
place. He pushed against the arm, testing it and it didn't budge.
Another arm moved and brought pads to just above the backs of his knees,
securing his legs completely. The control panel was about a foot in front
of his face and easily accessible, although he did notice the occupant
could have his hands secured and be at the complete mercy of the
operator.
He watched the program run across the screen and 3 beeps indicated
it was beginning. It read; 'Degree of application: medium. Instrument
choice: switch and paddle. Length of Punishment: 30 minutes.
"THIRTY MINUTES!! What the fuck!" Skinner knew he hit 30, but it was
supposed to be 30 seconds NOT 30 minutes. He heard movement behind hm
and looked over his shoulder to see a metal arm with a leather switch
moving up into position.
"Oh shit!"
The switch leveled off directly in line with the center of his backside.
He watched as it slowly drew back and held his breath.
THWAACK!
"SHIT!"
The switch landed dead on center and stung. The arm shifted slightly
downward and drew back again.
THWAACK!
"UHHhhhh!"
It struck about an inch below the first. The complete motion taking
about 10 seconds. Skinner used some quick math, ( Okay, 6 hits per
minute, times 15 minutes, half the programmed time equals....90! Fuck!)
"Oh shit! 90 strokes!" He quickly scanned the panel in front of him,
there was no stop button.
THWAACK!
Another stroke landed causing Skinner to flinch. He began looking
through the manual, jumping each time the switch fell. Each stroke
landed an inch lower, the last one right on the crease where butt meets
thigh.
THWAACK!
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" He put the manual down and began to hit the buttons
on the panel.
THWAACK!
"Owwww!" he yelled out. (Damn-it, something's got to work.) He began
squirming and punched the intensity button a few more times. 'WARNING,
WARNING" flashed the monitor.
THWAACK!
"Fuck! Okay, okay, concentrate Walt." He gabbed the manual again, his
concentration hindered by the growing pain in is backside.
THWAAACK!!
"Oh my God!" Skinner gritted his teeth. (That was definitely a harder
stroke!) He watched as the intensity level moved up to medium/hard. (Oh
No!) The number of strokes delivered read 60. (Ohhh! 30 more to go!) He
resumed his attempt to get out of the machine, but it was useless.
THWAAACK!!
"Ahhhhhh!" No matter how much he moved the switch found it's mark. By
now the switch had covered all of Skinner's ass several times from crown
to crease. He ran his finger down the index of the manual looking for
something, anything that might help.
THWAAACK!!
"Ahhhh-oowwwch! Pre-programmed, implements, no, no, no.....Aha! Emergency
override! Yes!"
THWAAACK!!
"Uhhhh! He quickly found the page and scanned the paragraph.
THWAAACK!!
"Owwwch! Place master key into override switch, turn to off position.
Master key? Fuck! What key?"
THWAAACK!!
"Ahhh! How could I miss that!?" His eyes went to some packaging on the
floor and there it was. "God damn-it!" His eyes focused on the silver
key that could save his ass, but there was no way he could reach it.
"Fuck! Good going Walt!"
THWAAACK!!
"Owww!" The whole cycle consisted five different positions. That meant
the switch hit the same five areas about eighteen times each. Alone,
each stroke wasn't so bad, but eighteen times in one spot was becoming
quite painful.
THWAAACK!!
Behind him, Skinner heard another sound. He watched the monitor as the
word switch was replaced with paddle. "Oh God, only halfway done!"
His ass felt like it had been stung by a hundred bees and he couldn't
even reach back to rub some of the sting away. Looking back he saw the
clear acrylic paddle move into position and, to make matters worse, he
felt his legs moving further apart. He used his inner thigh muscles to
resist, but there was no way to stop the machine. Now his cheeks were
spread further, exposing more delicate areas to the paddle. All he could
do was watch as it slowly drew back.
WHAACK!
"Oh man! Oh man!" (God that stings!)
The paddle was about 4 inches wide and half an inch thick with two rows
of holes down the entire length and it was long enough to cover both of
Skinner's cheeks.
WHAACK!
"Yowwww!" Skinner flexed his muscles against his restraints.
WHAACK!
The paddle landed over and over each time a little lower. It followed
the same pattern as the switch, but had lots of over-lapping area.
WHAACK!
It landed on the crease, overlapping onto the upper thigh. "OOwwwww!"
Skinner's eyes were scrunched closed and he gritted his teeth against
the sting. (There has got to be a way to stop this! Think, think.)
WHAACK!
The paddle returned to the crown of his butt-cheeks, beginning it's next
cycle downward. Tears were beginning to form and Skinner rolled his head
from side to side.
WHAACK!
He slammed his fist down, "Shit! Stop! Stop!" His hand returned to the
control panel madly punching the buttons. (Please, something's got to
work, please!)
WHAACK!
The warning beeper sounded again. "NO! NO!" his eyes scanning for any
new adjustments. As he feared, the intensity level changed to hard.
"Nooo!"
WHAAACK!!
"Holy Shit!" The sting was unbelievable. His ass felt twice its normal
size and he was sure he'd have blisters.
WHAAACK!!
"Uhhhnnn!" He slammed his fists down with each blow. Tears started down
his face and he angrily wiped them away with the back of his hand.
WHAAACK!!
All he could do was watch the timer reach 30 minutes.
WHAAACK!!
"Ahhh!" (28 minutes)
WHAAACK!!...WHAAACK!!...WHAAACK!!
WHAAACK!!...WHAAACK!!...WHAAACK!!
"SHIT!" (29 minutes)
WHAAACK!!...WHAAACK!!...WHAAACK!!
"Ohhhh!" (29 minutes, 30 seconds!)
WHAAACK!!...WHAAACK!!...WHAAACK!!
"THIRTY! Thank God!" The metal arm slowly lowered and returned to the
housing on the side of the machine. Skinners legs moved back to their
original position and the leg restraint eased out of the way and at last
the pressure of the arm on his back lifted and moved to the side.
Skinner wiped the sweat from his face on his arm and slowly eased
himself up onto his elbows letting his head hang down. His eyes were
tightly shut and his breath was rapid, rasping in and out as he felt the
stinging throb in his backside. Clenching his teeth, he slowly eased
himself to a standing position. his head fell back and he carefully
moved his hands back to cup each of his burning cheeks. He yelped upon
contact and his hands immediately flew away. Stepping off the machine he
winced and used his fingers to pull the material of his sweatpants away
from his ass. With small steps, Skinner stiffly made his way to his room
and removed his clothes. Continuing into the bathroom, he looked over
his shoulder into the mirror to survey the damage.
"Oh, Fuck!" His entire ass was the deepest shade of red he'd ever seen.
There were a number of small blood blisters covering both cheeks and 5
parallel and perfectly spaced black and blue welts ran across both.
Wincing, he traced his fingers over the angry looking lines. (God, I'm
glad today is Friday,) "Owwwch!" (Hopefully by Monday I can sit without
squirming.)
Wednesday morning
Mulder's Birthday
Skinner woke up at 6:00 am, stretched and sat up on the edge of the bed.
Mulder had arrived back in town late, decided not to wake Skinner and
slept in the spare room, his room. Skinner pulled on his sweatpants
and headed for the kitchen to retrieve two glasses of juice. On his way
back he picked up a brightly wrapped package from the closet and headed
to Mulder's room.
"Happy Birthday Mulder!" he sang out happily as he entered the room.
The younger man in the bed yawned loudly and stretched. A small smile
started as he blinked open his eyes. "Mornin' Sir."
Skinner couldn't help but notice how young Mulder looked as he rubbed at
his eyes, his hair sleep tousled. Mulder sat up and hung his legs over
the side of the bed and stretched again. Walt sat on the bed next to him
and they both drank down their orange juice. When Skinner's eyes
returned to Mulder, he noticed his eyes were on the package.
Skinner smiled, "So...do you think this is for you?" He shook the
package.
With a sly grin Mulder nodded, "Uh-huh."
"Well, I guess you are the 'Birthday Boy'."
Mulder took the package and opened the card.
"Read it out-loud Fox."
Mulder shot him a sideways glance. On the front of the card was a
cartoon of a seated man and over his lap, a crying, bare bottomed boy.
On the inside was Skinner's handwriting:
"To start the day, a Birthday Spanking,
Upon your bottom bare.
More celebrating will continue tonight,
Way beyond compare.
Happy Birthday, Love Walter"
Mulder gave his lover a pensive look. "Go ahead, open the package Fox."
Skinner gestured toward the gift.
Mulder began tearing at the paper with much excitement. He opened the
box and his eyes widened at its contents. It was a paddle made from 1/2"
plywood, shaped like a hand with a long handle. Skinner chuckled and
placed his hand on the paddle, it was a perfect match.
"See Fox, it's my hand."
"Isn't that convenient." Mulder muttered mostly to himself.
Skinner laughed and patted his thigh, "C'mon Birthday Boy, over my knee
for your birthday spanking and let's try out your present."
Mulder watched Skinner pick up the paddle and throw the box behind him
on the bed, but didn't move.
"Did you hear me Fox? Time for your birthday spanking." he said a little
firmer this time. Mulder sighed heavily and moved himself over Skinner's
knee, his upper body resting on the bed. He felt Skinner pull down his
pajama bottoms, baring his backside. The paddle rested on Mulder's
behind, "You're 38 this year, right Fox?"
"Yes, Sir." came the muffled reply.
"Okay then, 38 spanks with your new paddle. Ready?"
"I guess so ...Sir."
Skinner slapped the paddle down twice, once on each cheek. They weren't
hard smack, but still stung. He watched the pink handprints develop and
grinned at the perfect outline of his hand. Again he brought the paddle
down twice to each side, a little firmer this time.
"Oww!" (That's 5) Mulder kept a mental tally.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Skinner worked in a pattern. Right, left, middle, right, left, middle.
"Owwwwch! Oww!" (9, 10, 11)
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Oh! Not so hard, pleeease!" Mulder managed to get out through his
clenched teeth. (16, 17, 18, 19)
"But Fox, (SMACK!, SMACK!), This is a birthday SPANKING." SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!
"Owww! Owww!" (22, 23, 24)
Skinner began counting out loud, "25, (SMACK!) 26, (SMACK!) 27, (SMACK!)
28." SMACK!
Mulder wiggled, trying to move his butt out of the way of the paddle.
"Ahhhhh!" ( C'mon Mulder, only 10 more to go.)
"29, (SMACK!) 30." SMACK! Skinner tightened his grip around Mulder's
waist and raised his left knee up higher to get a better angle at the
sensitive lower cheek area. "Only 8 more to go!" He used a full swing to
deliver 4 stinging smacks to the base of each cheek.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ohhh, owww! Pleease! (32, 33, 34!)
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Oooooo! Owwwwch!" Mulder squirmed wildly.
"Thirty-eight!" Skinner exclaimed. "And one to grow on!" The paddle fell
one last time, the hardest smack yet on the middle of Mulder's ass
spanning both very red cheeks.
"YEEOOWWWCH!"
Skinner rubbed his hands over the hot, red mounds. "Are you going to be
a good boy all day?"
"Yes." Mulder pouted.
"Yes... what?"
"Yes, Sir!" He knew the response to that question by heart.
Skinner stood, bringing Mulder with him. He hugged him tightly and
slowly rocked side to side. "Happy Birthday Fox. I've got another
present for you in the playroom."
"You do?" Mulder pulled back to look into the warm brown eyes, a smile
brightening his face.
"Yes, I do." Skinner used his thumb to wipe away the tears on Mulder's
cheeks. "But you'll have to be a good boy all day and wait 'till later.
Fox? Do you hear me?"
"Yeah, I guess. Not even a hint?" A small whine sneaking into his voice.
"Fox?" Skinner raised his brows and looked deeply into Mulder's eyes.
"Don't be a naughty boy. No snooping!" He tapped Fox's nose as he spoke.
"No, Sir. I won't." Mulder's fingers were crossed behind his back.
Skinner left Mulder to get ready for work and he did the same. He smiled
and chuckled out loud as he imagined the scene he would surely find
later that day. (Saying don't to Mulder was as good as an invitation.
And with this on his mind all day I know his natural curiosity will get
the better of him.) Yesterday, Skinner had programmed the spanking
machine for the same treatment he got and set it to start automatically
when someone was in the proper position.
Hoover Building
5:00pm Wednesday
Skinner told Kim he was leaving early and that if Mulder called looking
for him to say he was in a meeting that would last at least an hour. He
then went to the parking garage and waited.
Shortly, Mulder appeared, got into his car and left. Skinner followed
him, "Let's see how rusty I am at my trailing techniques." He chucked to
himself and stayed several car lengths behind Mulder. As expected, they
went directly to Skinner's apartment building.
Mulder entered the apartment, closed the door and called out, " Hello?
I'm home!" He threw his coat and tie on the couch and called again,
"W-a-l-t-e-r?" Are you here? I didn't thiiink soooo." A goofy grin
spread across his face as he ran up the stairs pausing at Walter's
bedroom. "Yooo-Hooo! Helloooooo!" He continued to the playroom and
rested his hand on the knob. ( He'll never know if I just take a little
peek.) He felt like a mischievous boy venturing into his father's
forbidden study. He rarely came in here without Walter, but he'd been
thinking of his surprise all day and had to take a peek. He opened the
door and quickly scanned the room. Only one thing looked different.
(Exercise equipment? This is the big surprise?) His spirits sank a
little as he walked into the room. (GEEZ! I thought it was going to be
something good.) He pouted to himself. He walked over to the machine and
ran his hand over the sleek black frame. He stepped onto the platform
putting his feet in the foot outlines. The flat padded tabletop was even
with his hips. In front of him was a card from Walter, 'Happy Birthday
Fox' was all it said. He stretched his hands forward over the soft, cool
surface his mind fantasizing about Walter. He bent at the waist until
his upper body rested on the vinyl. A beeping by his head caught his
attention and he read the message scrolling across the monitor.
(H...A...P...P...Y , What the f..?) A firm pressure on his back
startled him and he was sure it was Walter, but when he looked back, he
saw it was the machine that had him pinned. The beeping continued and so
did the message, (B...I...R...T....H...D...A...Y,) "Hey!" He felt his
legs now trapped just above the knee. He struggled but couldn't get
loose.( Shit, if Walter finds me here, I'm toast!)The monitor beeped
again and he read along. "Naughty, Naughty Fox. I hope you enjoy the
spanking machine! Love Walter:-). A w-what?" A noise behind him caught
his attention and he looked back just in time to see the leather switch
at the ready. "Oh, shit!"
THWAACK!
"Yooowwwch!"
Skinner parked and waited 20 minutes in the garage, giving Mulder some
snooping time. He entered the apartment and noticed Mulder's coat and
tie on the couch, he listened for any sounds of the younger man. Hearing
none, he climbed the stairs and stuck his head into Mulder's room.
Empty, of course. He threw his coat and tie into his room as he went by
and continued quietly to the playroom. He noticed the open door at the
same time that a THWAACK! Owwwwch! rang out. Skinner leaned on the
doorframe and took in the expected sight.
Mulder was bent tightly over the table of the spanking machine, held
firmly in place by the padded metal arms. He was wriggling madly, no
doubt trying to get loose.
THWAACK!
"OOwwwch! Damnit!"
"I see somebody was a naughty boy and didn't listen to me." A devilish
grin was on Skinner's face.
Mulder's head snapped to the direction of the voice, his mouth hanging
open, eyes wide. "Sir! I....I'm sorry."
THWAACK!
"Yowwwch! Please, help me! Turn this...this...THING off!"
Mulder's pants were stretched over his shapely backside and his
buttcheeks clenched as the switch snapped smartly against them.
THWAACK!
"Owwww! Owwwwoo-ooo! Oh, pleeease!" A tear ran down his cheek.
Skinner walked to the head of the machine, read the monitor and shook
his head. "Sorry, I can't stop it, but you're just about halfway done
anyway."
THWAACK!
"Owwww! Halfway!!? Pleease Sir, I'm sorry I s-snooped. Please, help me!"
THWAACK!
"OHHHH!...Owwww."
Just then the switch arm lowered and the paddle arm moved into place.
Mulder saw this take place ad began again. "I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry! Help
me!"
Skinner moved to Mulder's side, "Sure, I'll help you." His hand reached
under to Mulder's belt and soon the slacks where pulled down as far as
possible.
"NO! What are you doing!? Don't! Don't!" came the frantic reply.
"I'm helping you Fox." He then lowered the boxers. "Helping you to not
be a naughty boy. I told you no snooping."
Mulder's bottom bore 5 very red long welts. Skinner knew from first hand
experience that they would soon turn black and blue after the paddle
went to work. He ran his hand over the raised flesh causing Mulder to
yelp.
"Yes, I think you'll be good for a long, long time when you finished
here Fox."
The machine drew Mulder's legs further apart as the paddle drew back and
Skinner moved his hand just before the first swat struck home.
SMAAACKKK!!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The End