A Squicky Tale
Part 2

by Xcraft





Dana slowly approached Skinner. His hands went to her waistband. "Do you have something to ask me, young lady?" He slowly lowered the zipper and eased her slacks down to her thighs.

"Sir, w-would you please put me o-over your knee and, um... s-spank me, Sir?" She knew the routine, but she was still nervous. Her voice was quiet.

"I'd be happy to." Skinner guided her over his muscular lap. Neither her hands nor her feet reached the floor. He rested his hand on her panty covered bottom and glanced up at Mulder. Mulder's eyes were wide as saucers and his breathing shallow. He looked as though a strong wind could knock him over. Skinner's eyes went back to the adorable bottom so conveniently positioned. He rubbed his hand over the soft skin and silky panties. Dana was practically purring at his touch. His fingers slowly traced the leg opening and little by little he worked them higher exposing more of the alabaster skin. Usually he would pull them down to her knees, but decided to leave them on considering the new witness to their games. "Are you ready, Dana?" He said softly, his hand resting on her right cheek.

"Yes, Sir," came a throaty reply.

Skinner raised his hand and softly patted one cheek, then the other. Back and forth. Pat, pat, pat. Soon the slaps became firmer. The sounds of skin slapping skin growing louder. Dana began to moan and move her hips in a rather enticing manner. The spanks grew harder yet and Skinner placed three in one spot then three in another. He worked in a circular pattern until all of Dana's bottom was an even rosy red.

"Ouch! Oh oww!" Now that her bottom was starting to sting she couldn't stay quiet. "Oww, Walter, ouch! Ohh!"

"Have you had enough, young lady?" Skinner added a few hard swats at the base of her bottom cheeks. "Speak up, I can't hear you."

"Yes Sir... enough! For now, ouuch! She felt one last very hard smack.

Skinner rubbed her warm cheeks for a couple minutes then stood her on her feet. Scully hugged Skinner as he pulled up her slacks. He brought his hands to her flushed cheeks, cradling her head in his hands. He kissed her forehead, then nose, then lips and embraced her again. Slowly she turned to face Mulder. "See Mulder, that wasn't so hard." A satisfied smile on her face.

Mulder couldn't believe his eyes. He was speechless. His mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out. Scully walked over to him and placed her finger under his chin, "Mulder, you're catching flies." She gently pushed his mouth closed. "Just get it over and you'll feel better Mulder." She went back over to Skinner and, standing on tip-toes, kissed his cheek. "Thank you for the..um... dinner, Walter. I can see you two have things to discuss and, besides, I have a date with some cable TV and my newest purchase from Penelope's Pleasure Palace." She winked at the two men.

"Let me walk you to the door, Dana."

Mulder watched as his partner and his boss walked out of the room. (Wow! That was bizarre. Talk about an X-File.) Mulder moved to the door frame and saw them hugging again.

"Thanks for everything, Walter."

"Well, it was my pleasure, I assure you." Skinner placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Don't be too hard on him, okay? Call me if you need anything." And, with a quick wink, she was gone.

Skinner turned and saw an adorable sight. There by the couch stood Mulder. His eyes were downcast, his lips in a slight pout. The blank look on his face a sign that he was in deep thought. He looked very young. His left hand rested on the back of the couch while the fingers of his right absent mindedly traced the seams on the cushion.

"Mulder?"

He looked up without raising his head, a worried expression on his face. His eyes started to dart around the room looking for a safer place to rest other than on Skinner's intense gaze.

"Mulder, let's get this over with, okay Son?" Skinner moved closer, close enough to cause Mulder to take a small step back.

"Y-yes Sir. I g-guess we should."

"You guess we should?"

"I mean just...um... yes, Sir."

"I think you have something to say to me don't you, young man." Skinner raised his brow and cocked his head trying to get a better read on Mulder's reaction.

Mulder nodded and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. (I really, really don't want to do this. This is gonna' be bad, I can tell.) "Sir, would you...I mean...um...would you p-punish me Sir?" Mulder's voice was weak, barely a whisper and cracked at the word 'punish'. (Nice Mulder, you sound like a twelve year old. C'mon get a grip. If Scully can do this, you certainly can.)

"How should I punish you Mulder? Speak up please." Skinner's voice took on a firmer tone.

Mulder's head remained lowered and a blush moved over his neck and face. "A... s-spanking, Sir?" He could hardly get the words out.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

He looked into Skinner's eyes and started again. "A s-spanking, Sir. W-would you give me a spanking?" His previous anger was rapidly returning.

"What for?"

"Because you're a mean son-of-a-bitch." he mumbled.

Skinner tensed. His palm itching to slap that pout off Mulder's face. "I'm not going to warn you again." Skinner held up his thumb and forefinger about half an inch apart. "You are this close to getting the paddle young man. Just keep it up and you will be really sorry."

Mulder bit his lip and let out the breath he'd been holding. He half expected a slap from that comment and now Skinner was threatening to use 'the paddle'.

"Start again Mulder."

Mulder sighed heavily, "Because I was... disrespectful?" He looked for Skinner's reaction.

"Okay, we'll add that. Try, my behavior and attitude lately have not been that of a special agent of the FBI."

Mulder repeated back the sentence in a less than respectful tone. "My behavior and attitude lately (you asshole) have not been that of a special agent of the FBI."

"Do I have to get the paddle to use on you!" Skinner warned one last time.

"No Sir! Sorry!"

"I will not see or converse with known double agents." Skinner's jaw tightened. "Repeat it Mulder."

Mulder sighed and rolled his eyes and the effect was not lost on Skinner. "I will not see or converse with known double agents." (Just wait 'til the next time I see you Alex, you're gonna' pay big time.)

"For ignoring a direct order and for lying to my boss, I need a good, hard paddling on my bare backside." Skinner leaned his upper body closer, his eyes narrowing. He wasn't going to go this far, but Mulder was playing him and he'd had enough.

Mulder's eyes locked on Skinner's. His brow scrunched up, a pleading look on his face. "NO! No Sir, Pleeease! Not the paddle please! I'm sorry. I'll say it right!"

"Too late Mulder, you were warned."

Tears started to form in Mulder's eyes an he willed them not to fall. (Oh Shit! I hate the paddle!) "Sir, please?" His hands grasped at the sides of his pants legs.

"Take off your shoes Mulder." Skinner directed.

Mulder toed off his shoes, his butt cheeks clenching as his mind returned to the paddle.

"Your pants and shirt too, Mulder."

Mulder hesitated and immediately Skinner took a threatening step towards him. Mulder's hands flew to his belt and he began to remove his pants. "Okay! Okay!"

Skinner went to get a straight back chair from the kitchen. When he returned Mulder was clothed only in T-shirt, socks and boxers. He positioned the chair in the middle of the room.

"Mulder, go get the paddle!", he ordered in a stern voice, his arm outstretched, finger pointing to the closet.

"Sir?"

"NOW!"

Mulder went to get the dreaded paddle. He opened the closet door and there it was. The handle just visible on the upper shelf. It felt heavier than he remembered and the holes looked much bigger. He sure didn't want to feel it on is bare butt. Of course that was a certainty now. Once Skinner said something, it was going to happen no matter how much Mulder begged. And all begging did was make it worse. Mulder found that out the hard way.

Skinner took the paddle from Mulder and slapped it against his palm making a loud 'SMACK'. Mulder flinched. Skinner placed the paddle on the floor by the chair. He took Mulder by the arm and directed him to his right side.

"Okay Mulder, over you go." He sat down and pulled Mulder into position. Mulder moved a bit, finding a more comfortable position. He was shifted forward, his hands and toes touching the floor. His backside pointed at the ceiling inviting unwanted attention. The spanking hadn't even begun and he was near tears. (I'm not gonna' cry, I'm not. Not yet anyway. I hate waiting. Why doesn't he just start.)

Skinner rested his hand on the boxer covered backside. He slowly began rubbing and kneading the firm flesh. "Mulder, I don't like having to do this," (actually, I do) he smiled inwardly, "but I think you need this. It's worked in the past and it will this time too, I assure you. I've let you go too long without a reminder to keep your behavior in check. I won't let that happen again, young man." A slight moan came from Mulder and Skinner continued rubbing his hand over the thin material. "I think we'll be having a weekly session for awhile Mulder. I think you need it, don't you?"

"No."

SLAP!!

"I meant yes! Yes, Sir!"

"I thought so. I think these should come down now." Skinner's fingers went under the waistband and slowly worked the boxers down. "Raise up a bit Mulder. That's it. Let's get them all the way down." He pushed them below Mulder's knees.

Mulder's breathing was shallow and rapid. He closed his eyes tightly and unconsciously rolled his head back and forth wishing he was anywhere but here. Skinner pushed Mulder's T-shirt up to his shoulders then returned his hand to the now bare bottom over his lap. He was surprised that the skin was so soft and white, too white. He decided he would definitely have to do this more often. His hand moved lower and further into the crevice and Mulder began to squirm.

"Stay still Mulder. I'll have to make this a very thorough spanking, I'm afraid." His hand rubbing harder, separating the two cheeks.

"Sir, please! I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry!"

SSSLAPPP!!

"OUUUUCH!! That huuurt!" Mulder jumped at the force of it.

"You're damned right that hurt! That's the whole point and it's going to hurt a LOT more before I'm done, young man!"

SMACK! Another blow landed low on Mulder's right cheek.

"Owww! You didn't hit Scully that hard!"

"That was a pleasure spanking Mulder." SLAAPP!! "This is not! This is a punishment (SLAP!) spanking!"

SLAP! SMACK!

Skinner rubbed his hand over both pink cheeks feeling the warmth that was sure to get warmer soon.

Mulder tensed. Those few slaps hurt like hell. (Shit! Oh Man, that hurts! How am I going to get through this? Is he really going to use that paddle? Just his hand is killing me!) He wriggled a bit, willing himself not to yell out.

Skinner kneaded and rubbed the firm cheeks a couple minutes longer. He wanted all of Mulder's attention focused on his backside. Without warning he brought his hand down hard. SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! He worked the smacks around covering all of Mulder's ass. From the top of the crack to the upper thighs. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He tightened his left arm around Mulder's waist.

Mulder moaned and wriggled, clenching his teeth against the pain. He tried to stay still, but he couldn't no matter how hard he tried. He felt Skinner hold him tighter around the waist. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Owww! Owww!" escaped from Mulder's lips and he quickly stuck his left fist in his mouth. SMACK! SMACK! SLAP! Skinner's hand came down again and again. Mulder's right hand automatically came back to protect his sore behind.

"None of that Mulder!" Skinner grabbed his wrist and brought it to his lower back, pinning him in place. "You've got this coming and you're going to take it."

A sob escaped and soon was followed by others. Mulder began to cry. "Stop! Pleeease! I'm sorry! I'm SORRY!" His boxers found themselves on one leg as he began kicking harder. The worse the pain, the more he kicked. "I WON'T DO IT AGAIN! I WON'T!" He would agree to anything if it would get Skinner to stop. His kicking exposed more of his backside and Skinner took advantage to spank him on the inside curve of his cheeks. Mulder yelped loudly as this new tender area was reddened. Skinner released his grip on Mulder's wrist and used his left hand to separate Mulder's butt cheeks. He spanked all along the crevice and down Mulder's inner thighs.

Mulder cried out louder, "OWWWW! NO! NOT THERE! Owww! Not there, PLEASE!!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Are you going to have a better attitude, young man!" Skinner spanked and questioned at the same time.

"YES SIR! Ohhhh! Yes!"

"Repeat it back to me Mulder." SLAP!

"Owww! I'll have a b-better attitude!" Mulder sobbed between words.

SMACK! SMACK! "You won't converse with ex-agents? (SLAAAP!) Krycek in particular!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Skinner spanked even harder to get this point across.

"I won't (sob) hang out w-with Alex! Owww! Owww! Please STOP! Oww!

Skinner rested his hand on the very hot, red bottom. Mulder winced as he rubbed his hand in small circles. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to use the paddle for this next part." He reached and picked it up off the floor.

"NOOOO! Please Sir, please! I c-can't take (sob) anymore!" Mulder sobbed. "Please, not the PADDLE! Pleeeease!"

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to take it Mulder. I will not stand for lying and having my orders ignored!" Skinner rested the paddle across the center of Mulder's backside letting him feel the cool, hard wood. He started to squirm and kick his legs harder.

"No! No! No!" he repeated over and over.

Skinner pushed him further over his left thigh and trapped Mulder's legs under his right. "You're not going anywhere yet, boy!"

"I won't lie! I won't! I promise, p-please. I won't lie anymore!" Mulder prayed Skinner would believe him.

"Now that's a lie right there, isn't it young man!"

"It's not, it's not!"

"I'm sure you won't want to lie anymore when I get through with you. I think I'll have to raise a few blisters to make sure you remember." Skinner brought the paddle down hard across the center of both cheeks.

"OOWWWWWW!" Mulder began crying louder and didn't care anymore who heard him. He just wanted this to end.

WHAACK!! WHAACK! WHAACK! WHAACK!! WHAACK! WHAACK!

Skinner targeted the same area on both cheeks. The sit-spot, right where it would do the most good. He alternated right and left. The paddle came down slow and deliberate.

WHAACK! WHAACK! WHAACK! WHAACK! WHAACK! WHAACK! WHAACK! WHAACK! WHAACK! WHAACK! WHAACK! WHAACK!

Mulder's hands were pounding the floor and the tears were pouring down his face. His butt felt twice it's normal size and like he sat on a hot stove. Just when he thought it couldn't hurt any worse, it did. Finally he stopped struggling. He just hung over Skinner's knee and cried openly.

Skinner knew Mulder had reached his breaking point. A few more whacks and Mulder would have some nice blisters to keep this paddling fresh in his mind every time he sat down, if he could sit down. It took Mulder a minute or two to realize Skinner had stopped. His butt was almost numb. Almost. It mostly just throbbed. Skinner kept his hand on the shiny purple-red cheeks. You could roast marshmallows from the heat radiating off them. Skinner loosened his hold and rubbed Mulder's back as he sobbed.

"Mulder, we're done now." Mulder was still sobbing, so Skinner gave him a couple minutes to get himself under control. "It's all over, Son. Can you get up?"

Mulder began to move and Skinner helped him to his feet. He was a mess. His face was flushed a sweat covered. His eyes puffy and red and his face wet with tears. He used his T-shirt to wipe his face. He tried to get his emotions in check, but the hiccuping sobs wouldn't stop no matter how hard he tried. Skinner helped him back into his boxers and and he gasped as they over his blistered behind.

"Do you want to talk?"

Mulder shook his head. "N-no, (hic) no." He wiped the back of his hand over his face.

"We'll go on fresh from here, okay?" Skinner rubbed his back. Mulder tilted his head to rest on Skinner's shoulder and nodded. Skinner lightly squeezed the back of his neck, "Can I get you anything?"

Mulder slowly straightened up. "No, Sir." He wiped his face again, his sobbing lessening a bit. "I'm s-sorry a-a-about every-thing."

"Mulder, it's okay. Just relax and think why this happened. I'm not saying it won't happen again, but you can help prevent it if you can just tame those spontaneous, self-destructive actions of yours. Why don't you get some rest now and we'll discuss our new routine tomorrow."

"New routine!?" Fresh tears began to fall. "I... I don't w-want to be s-spanked like th-that again." Mulder pouted.

"I know, but this is a strong deterrent, isn't it?" Skinner spoke softly, not wanting to upset Mulder further.

Mulder slumped. "I really hope there won't be a next time, Sir."

"Me too Mulder, me too." (Although I doubt it highly.) "Why don't you go to bed now. Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"No Sir, goodnight." Mulder slowly made his way up the stairs. Wincing, he noticed for the fist time just how much the muscles in the butt are used for stair climbing.

"Goodnight Mulder."

Skinner picked up the chair and returned it to the kitchen. While he was there he cleaned up the table and did the dishes. When he was finished he went into the living room to tidy it up. He picked up Mulder's clothes, folded them and put them on the stairs. When he turned, he noticed the paddle laying on the floor. As he picked it up he grasped the handle tightly in his right hand feeling the hard wood. Sure, he'd gotten plenty of paddlings when he was younger, but it had been a long, long time since his last run-in with a piece of hardwood. He tapped it firmly against his high. He moved it to his right butt cheek and could feel the firmness of the wood even through his jeans. Spontaneously he brought his hand up high and slammed the paddle down as hard as he could on his own backside. "Ouuch!" Skinner whispered to himself. (Wow, that packs quite a sting.) He thought about Mulder taking it on his bare butt. He unfastened and lowered his jeans to just below his ass. Bracing himself against the back of the couch, he again held the paddle against his right cheek. It took a few seconds to get his nerve up, but he gritted his teeth and lifted his arm high over his head. Quickly he brought the paddle down five times, as hard as he could, hissing through his teeth at the sting. (Damn! That stings and I know I must have ht Mulder harder than that.)

Skinner pulled his jeans up and rubbed his butt as he put the paddle back in it's place. He grimaced as he thought about the number of swats he just gave Mulder. He was sure that if he were in Mulder's place he would do anything to avoid another run-in with that paddle. (Of course, this is Mulder we're talking about. Sorry Mulder.)

The end.