The Bottom of my Heart
by Xcraft
Sunday evening
Feb. 13th
Crystal City
Skinner was rummaging through the kitchen cupboards for the second time.
"Where did those go?" he muttered to himself. "I know they're here
somewhere." He stood back and let his eyes scan the room. Sometimes the
thing you're looking for is right in front of your face and you don't
see it he thought. "Damn. I don't see that box of cookies anywhere." He
walked to the base of the stairs and yelled up to Mulder. "Mulder!"
There was no answer.
Upstairs in Skinner's small office/den Mulder sat in front of the
computer screen oblivious to all around him. He started innocently
enough trying to do a little research for work. One thing lead to
another and now he was well into the heart of a favorite BDSM/Spanking
site. He just opened a new picture gallery and was waiting for a pic to
load when a sound somewhere in the distance caught his attention.
"......Mulder!"
"FUCK!"
"Mulder!" the voice was much closer now.
He punched the mouse to close the file but hit print instead. "SHIT!"
The problem was that Skinner didn't really want him using his computer
here at home and spanking sites were a definite no-no.
"Mulder? Have you seen the box of Valentine cookies my mom sent?" The
voice came from right outside in the hall.
Mulder choked and coughed on the remaining piece of cookie in his mouth,
spraying crumbs over the desktop and keyboard. "SHIT!" he repeated as he
looked at what remained of the cookies in the box. Nothing, but a few
crumbs. He hadn't meant to eat that many, but they were good and he
absently ate them one after the other as he surfed the spanking sites.
He stood up, knocking the chair over making enough noise so that the
neighbors would know where he was. He picked up the empty box trying to
decide where to hide the evidence, when all of a sudden the door opened
and there stood Skinner.
Skinner didn't know whether to laugh or shout at the young man in front
of him. There stood Mulder in a T-shirt and silk boxers, eyes wide. The
chair was tipped on it's side, the empty box in his hand and crumbs on
his face and shirt. And at just that moment the printer spit out a
picture that left nothing to the imagination.
"Well young man, I see you've been busy."
"S-sir... I... I... well..." Mulder fumbled for the right words,
but none would come. He stood in front of the monitor, blocking it from
Skinner.
"My COOKIES!" Skinner grabbed the box from Mulder's hand. "You ate ALL
the cookies!"
"I... I didn't mean to, Sir. I'm sorry. I'll call your mom and ask her to
bake some more."
Skinner righted the chair and picked the picture up off the floor. "What
is this?" He held it up to Mulder.
Mulder's face flushed bright red. "A picture? Sir?"
"So I see. Well, this gives me an idea."
Mulder's jaw dropped.
"And just what kind of site are you on here, Mulder." He pushed the
younger man aside. "Mulder! I told you not to surf this stuff in here."
He quickly exited and proceeded to turn off the computer.
"Sir, nobody can trace that. You're just paranoid."
"Mulder, Mulder, Mulder." Skinner sighed loudly. "I think it's time for
your Valentine present a little early. Go wait for me in the bedroom."
Mulder was all to willing to leave the small room and put some space
between himself and the larger man. Once in the bedroom he nervously
paced back and forth across the rug. "Valentine present? I wonder
what... ohhh... he didn't look happy. Shit! Shit! Shit!" he stomped his
foot and ran his fingers through his hair.
Skinner walked in with a grin on his face and one hand behind his back.
Mulder backed away. For some reason the grin didn't make him feel any
better.
"Sir? W-what are you going to do?"
"I've got a present for you Fox."
Mulder felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end at the way
Skinner said 'Fox'.
"Close your eyes, Fox."
"No. I don't want to."
"Come on now, close 'em."
Reluctantly Mulder closed his eyes and Skinner pulled is hand from
behind his back and held the object up in front of the younger man.
"Okay, open them."
Mulder opened his eyes. As he realized just what Skinner was holding
they widened and his mouth hung open. In Skinners hand was a heart
shaped paddle made out of transparent red lucite. A padded handle
extended down from the bottom of the heart and was grasped tightly in
the large hand of Walter Skinner.
"Sir," Mulder said backing away slightly. "I'm sorry about all that." He
pointed in the direction of the office, "but is this really necessary?"
"Oh Fox. After the nice picture you printed out I would have thought
this is *just* what you wanted." He stepped forward and, taking Mulder
by the arm, lead him to the bed. "Of course the proper use of this
little beauty requires a little extra preparation. Now lay over the edge
of the bed."
"But Sir..."
"Now, now Fox. Do as I say."
The extra calm quality Skinner had obtained was very unnerving, but
Mulder decided to go along hoping his cooperation would help the
situation. He kneeled on the pillow Skinner had thoughtfully placed by
he edge of the bed and bent forward until his upper body rested on the
mattress.
"Comfy?"
"N-no....yes, I guess."
Mulder felt Skinner climb on the bed and straddle him on his knees. With
one knee on each side of him and Skinner's backside nearly resting on
his back, Mulder was pinned.
Skinner reached behind him and ruffled Mulder's hair. "Almost ready
Fox." He then reached forward with both hands and smoothly lowered the
silk boxers down off the pert round mounds of Mulder's bottom. He ran
his hands over the exposed flesh feeling their smoothness then cupping
each cheek lovingly in his palm. With a quick squeeze he told Mulder,
"Here we go!" Skinner rested the paddle on the waiting backside, smiling
at the perfect fit. With the base of the heart lined up high over the
line separating the two cheeks the wide fan-shape of the heart
conveniently ended in the center of each just above the crease between
butt and thigh. He raised the paddle up high and brought it down in
exactly the right spot.
"Yooooowwwwch!" Mulder cried out. "Oh my God, that stings!"
Skinner brought the paddle down again in exactly the same spot.
"Ooowwwww! Sir, please Not the same spot!"
"That's the whole idea Fox. If I line all the swats up perfectly, you'll
have a beautiful red heart decorating your cute little butt for at least
a couple days."
SMAACK!
Another strong swat fell. "Owwww! How many!"
SMAACK!
"How many what?"
SMAACK!
"SWATS! Yowwwch! Swats, Sir!"
SMAACK!!
"Well, Fox from this angle I can get a really good swing."
SMAACK!!
"Ouuuuuucchh!"
"But I want it to last."
SMAACK!!
"Owwwwww! Ohh please!"
"So there's no set number, just till I decide to stop."
SMAACK!!
"Owww! Owwww!" Mulder grabbed the blankets in his hand and bunched them
around his head.
SMACK! SWAT! SMACK! SWAT! SMACK! SWAT! SMACK! SWAT! SMACK! SWAT!
"STOP, PLEASE!!" Mulder was crying now.
"Almost," SMACK! "done." SMACK! "A couple," SMACK! SMACK! "more."
Skinner stopped and looked at the result as he wiped the sweat from his
face. "Whew! That was a workout!" He got off the bed and helped a
sobbing Mulder to his feet. "Take a look." He moved Mulder in front of
the full length mirror in the corner and turned him around. "What do you
think?"
Mulder sniffed and wiped the tears and snot off his face then looked
over his shoulder at his reflection. "Oh my God!" He put his hand back
and gingerly touched the stinging dark, dark red upside-down heart that
blazed on his backside.
"Yea Fox, that's a beauty!" Skinner pulled Mulder into a big bear hug
and whispered in his ear, "Happy Valentine's Day, Fox."