Easter Bunny *Buns*
by Xcraft
Disclaimer: The usual; not mine, no profit, yadda-yadda-yadda.
Contains discipline of the spanky type :-) and Easter eggs. :-) Picks up a week after "Yardwork" ( a snippet I posted last week).
Fox and Alex were not completely happy about packing the jeep and heading out to Walter's family home. Especially after last weekend and their run-in with not only a stingy apple switch, but also their first experience with stinging nettles. It had taken the better part of the week for their backsides to finally return to a normal state. After a week sitting very gingerly and a whole jar of aloe creme, both Fox and Alex decided they never wanted to see those nasty nettles ever again.
The time passed quickly as the three men chatted easily in the jeep and before they knew it, they were turning off the highway and heading toward the big white farmhouse that was like a second home to all of them. Luckily for Fox and Alex, Walter parked by the front of the house. Both younger men were relieved. They did not want the first thing they saw to be the massacred boxwood bushes, they both hoped that little mishap had been forgotten.
Mrs. Skinner came out the front door wiping her hands on her apron. She had a huge smile on her face and held her arms open wide ready to hug each of her boys. She had pretty much adopted both Fox and Alex into the family and treated them just the same as the rest of her children.
Walter wrapped his strong arms around her and hugged her tightly. She cupped his face in her hands and gave him a loving kiss on his cheek. As Walter stepped aside, she noticed Fox and Alex were hanging back, still on the porch steps. Both looked up through their lashes and Fox bit nervously at his lip. She gave them both a mock-stern expression and rested her hands on her hips.
"If both of you aren't up here and giving me a hug before I count to 5, you are not getting any of my freshly baked coffee cake!" Mrs. Skinner said trying to keep a straight face.
In a flash both Fox and Alex were in her arms. She hugged them both and kissed them on the cheek.
"You know I love you both very much." she said quietly as she hugged them tightly.
Both Fox and Alex couldn't help their silly little grins and blushed cheeks. Mrs. Skinner was one special lady and the mother they both wished they had had growing up.
"Now," Fox said as he straightened back up. "Where's that coffee cake?"
"Ohh you!!" Mrs. Skinner landed a playful swat to the seat of his jeans as he scampered through the front door.
A little while later after most of the coffee cake had been eaten and the suitcases had been taken to the upstairs bedrooms there was a phone call. It was the neighbor, Mrs. Anderson and after ten minutes of head nodding and *ahhh-haa's*, Mrs. Skinner hung up the phone and turned to the three men in the kitchen.
"Boy, can she talk up a storm! Sheesh!"
Walter smiled to himself 'cause he knew his mom could out-talk the rest of them if she was of a mind to.
"Mrs. Anderson has finished repairing that old bunny costume they use for the kids Easter egg hunt and she wants one of you boys to come over and pick it up. Walter, your dad is waiting for you to help him fix the arbor in the garden. Alex, I want you to start dying these eggs. We have over fifteen dozen to get ready for tomorrow. So, if you don't mind Fox, would you like to go pick up the costume?"
"Of course Mrs. Skinner, I'd love to."
Fox thought this sounded like the easiest of the jobs even though he was sure there would still be eggs to dye when he got back.
"The Anderson's are in the yellow house just down the road, right?"
"That's right dear, not even a mile, on the north side."
"Okay, I think I'll jog down there, if that's okay. I'd like to get a little exercise after the drive out here.
"Oh, that'll be fine honey, but please be careful not to get the costume dirty on the way back."
"I will. Promise. Be back soon."
Fox directed his last statement in Alex's direction, knowing that walking would take longer and give Alex more one-on-one time with the egg dying.
It didn't take Fox long to jog down to the Anderson's even though he was wearing jeans and hadn't changed into his running shoes. The early spring day was a beautiful one. The buds on the trees were beginning to open and daffodils bloomed along the gravel road. As Fox approached the Anderson's house a shrill squealing was coming from the small shed off the driveway. Fox jogged over and looked into the medium sized pen made of old fencing and saw a tiny little piglet with his head caught between the slats of the fence. He looked at the house and wondered why nobody had come out to investigate. For a second he was torn between finding Mr. Anderson and freeing the small animal himself, but when the little piglet squealed even louder his mind was made up.
Fox unlatched the gate to the pen and carefully made his way along the edge to the piglet. The pen was extremely muddy and he tried as best as he could to stay out of the worst of it. He carefully squatted down and attempted to free the little piglet which only made him squeal louder.
"I'm trying, I'm trying. Shhhhhhh! I've almost....got.....it."
"HEEYYYYY!!!"
A loud shout caught Fox's attention. He looked up to see an angry older man running in his direction and waving his arms frantically.
"THE GATE!! THE GATE!!" The older man shouted.
Fox turned to see the biggest pig he'd ever seen making a bee-line for the open gate. The sudden movement of his head sent him off balance and he landed with a thud into the soupy mud, his backside and hands buried at least six inches into the the smelly stuff.
"Dammit." he swore under his breath.
"Don't just sit their boy, get the gate!!"
Fox tried to stand, but the mud sucked at his hands and feet. He grabbed onto the fence and pulled himself up and took a step forward. That was a mistake. His foot sank even further as he stepped into the center of the mud-pit. When he pulled his foot out, he was missing his shoe. Deciding the gate was more important than his shoe at the moment, Fox again took a big step forward. Only this time his foot sank even deeper, pitching him forward.
"Ohhh nooo!" Fox yelled and put his hands out to break his fall. Luckily he kept his face from hitting the mud, but the front of him was covered. He looked up just in time to see the huge pig, *A hog he decided*, escape into the open field. A sound to his right caught his attention and he turned to see six little piglets making a run for it too, including his little squealer.
Mr. Anderson barely closed the gate in time to keep them from escaping. He fixed an angry glare on the mud-cover culprit now kneeling in the center of the pen. "Who in the hell are you?! Didn't no one ever teach ya to close a gate behind ya boy!?"
"I-I'm Fox Mulder, sir. I'm staying with the Skinner's."
"What the hell are a doin' in there boy?!"
"The..the little pig was stuck sir, I was trying to get him loose."
"Well, one got loose, that's for damn sure! C'mon, get your butt outta' there!"
Fox retrieved his shoe from the mud and slowly walked to the gate.
"Those pigs get stuck all the time boy. They get themselves out, no need to help 'em."
"S-sorry sir, really. I'll help you find the pig, okay?"
"What's going on out here?" a woman's voice called across the yard.
"This boy just sprung old Bertha. Guess I know what I'll be doin today." Mr. Anderson grumbled to himself as he walked away. "Just what I wanted to do today...go find a pig....sheesh....these youngins, don't know nuthin'....."
"Are you Fox?" Mrs. Anderson asked as she walked closer to Fox and then held her nose.
"Yes ma'am. Guess I smell pretty bad, huh."
"Yes you do. Well, you can't go home like that. Come up to the house and get cleaned up."
"Yes ma'am."
Fox walked to the house, sloshing with each step. He held his arms out away from his body and walked with his legs apart, the feel of the heavy, wet, and muddy clothes was not a pleasant one. He put one foot on the steps and was halted by a shout.
"Hold it right there! You're not going in my house cover with that stuff."
"B-but, you said...."
"I'm gonna have to hose most of that mud off you first. Stand over by the garden."
Fox stood were he was instructed and held his arms out at his sides. He began to shiver as the cold hose water washed away the stinky mud and finally he was cleaner, only soaked.
"Okay, lets get you inside."
Fox followed Mrs. Anderson in the back door and immediately to the left was a small bathroom with a shower.
"Take all those clothes off young man and I'll throw them in the wash. Make sure you jump in that shower too, no sense puttin' clean clothes on a dirty body."
"Yes ma'am."
Fox pulled off the wet clothes and set them in the sink then he stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water.
"Ahhhhh."
The warm water felt wonderful. As he picked up the soap he heard the bathroom door open.
"Hello??"
"It's just me." Mrs. Anderson said. "I'm going to throw these in the wash."
"What am I going to put on?"
"I've left something for you. Come in the kitchen when you're done, I'll make a cup of hot chocolate to warm you up."
"Thank you Mrs. Anderson." Fox called out as he heard the door shut again.
After Fox finished showering and drying off he looked around the small bathroom for something to put on. He stared disbelievingly at a mound of folded white fake fur.
"No way." he said as he held up the old Easter Bunny suit. There was nothing else to wear so Fox reluctantly shimmied into the one-piece bunny suit. Luckily it had been made for a tall person, but the furry mitten-like paws made it impossible for Fox to zip up the zipper. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. What a sight, all he needed was the head to the outfit and he would be one tall and skinny Easter Bunny. He held the back together and walked to the kitchen.
Mrs. Anderson smiled when she saw him. "Ohhhh, you look adorable!"
Fox blushed.
"I...I can't get the zipper."
"Ohhh, let me. You can't do anything with those paws."
Fox turned and didn't let go of the material until he felt Mrs. Anderson tugging at the zipper.
"Oh, this is caught in the tail. I'll get it."
Fox blushed an even deeper red as he felt Mrs. Anderson's hand brush over his naked backside as she grabbed the material and tugged at the zipper. Finally it zipped.
"There you go. All set."
Fox sat at the kitchen table and sipped the hot chocolate. It wasn't long until Mrs. Anderson was on the phone, spreading the news of what had happened all around town. Fox cringed knowing eventually the news would reach the Skinner household. He walked out of the kitchen and picked up the bunny head that went with the costume. Through the window he saw Mr. Anderson go into the small shed out back and decided to go apologize again. The paved part of the walk ended halfway to the shed and there was nothing but mud the rest of the way. He looked down at the fluffy white bunny feet and remembered what Mrs. Skinner said about keeping the suit clean. He could see Mr. Anderson inside and waved to get his attention. He still didn't see him, so Fox picked up a small piece of gravel and tossed it at the window. It hit the window.
*CRASH!*
Fox's mouth dropped open as he watched the glass shatter and fall to the ground.
"Oh, shit." he said under his breath as he caught the glare Mr. Anderson fixed on him.
"THAT'S IT!!" Mr. Anderson picked up an old fan belt and strode out of the shed.
Fox saw the belt and had no doubt as to what the older man intended to do with it, so he tucked the bunny head securely under his arm...and ran.
Fox decided the quickest way to the road was across the grass. His running speed was hampered by the big floppy feet and he didn't see the wire fence till he was almost to the road. The only way around was in Mr. Anderson's direction. The fence was too high to go over, so Fox decided to go between the wire, it looked far enough apart. Halfway through he felt something catch. He tugged and tugged, but he was caught. He looked back over his shoulder and gasped as Mr. Anderson and the fan belt got closer and closer. Putting all his strength into it, Fox pulled himself forward and heard an awful ripping sound. The more he moved forward the more the bunny costume ripped. He felt a disturbing draft behind him. Finally he got his legs past the wire and stood. Mr. Anderson had stopped not ten feet away and was doubled over with laughter. Fox put his hands behind him and felt his naked butt cheeks and there, hanging from the barbed wire, was a large square of white furry material with a big pom-pom tail. Fox's face turned a deep red. He grabbed the square of fabric from the fence, glanced once more at Mr. Anderson who was now rolling on the ground from laughter, and started the long walk home.
Halfway back Fox heard a car coming and hopped behind some shrubs to hide. When the coast was clear, he started walking again, but decided to put on the bunny head just in case someone *did* see him. At least he wouldn't be recognized.
The walk home gave Fox plenty of time to come up with and idea. An idea that was not going to be easy to pull off, but his backside would benefit if he did. All he had to do was manage somehow to sneak in through an upstairs window, change clothes, find a sewing kit and fix the costume and then tell Walter what happened from his point of view. He realized that no matter what he said he would probably find himself over Walter's lap, but hopefully he could help make it a short trip.
As he neared the Skinner house Fox heard the sounds of hammering and remembered that Walter and his dad were going to be working on the arbor. He hunched over and went around the opposite side of the house to the back. He hunched down behind a lawn chair and looked for the easiest window to reach.
Meanwhile...
Walter was just coming out of the woodshed, in search of more nails, when an odd site caught his eye. Over by the lawn chairs was, what appeared to be, a large white bunny. A large bunny that looked like someone stole the flap to his long johns. Walter bit his tongue. He would know that adorable butt anywhere. Slowly he tip-toed up behind the bunny. Fox would never see him, he probably couldn't see much of anything out of that bunny head. When he was right behind him he drew his open palm way back and slapped the exposed bottom
*SMACKK!*
"Yeoooowwww!" Fox yelped out of surprise, grabbed his butt cheek and spun around. "Walter!!"
"Fox!"
"How'd you know it was me?"
Walter laughed. "Who else could possibly find themselves wearing a seat-less Easter Bunny costume but you Fox? Besides, I recognized your cute little butt."
Fox put the big fluffy bunny paws behind his back to cover his exposed bottom.
"So...Are you gonna tell me what happened, young man?"
Just then Mrs. Skinner and Alex came out the back door. Mr. Skinner walked around to the back as well looking for Walter.
The Easter Bunny hung his head, just what he needed, an audience.
"Well...you see sir, while I was at the Anderson's...well...Bertha escaped."
"Bertha?" Alex asked trying to figure out who or what Bertha was.
Mrs. Skinner cleared her throat and Fox looked in her direction.
"You probably know everything by now anyway. Mrs. Anderson was on the phone before I left."
Mrs. Skinner nodded her head and covered her small smile with her hand. "I do, Fox honey, but I think *you* should tell Walter, don't you?
"Yes ma'am, I guess."
Fox told the whole unbelievable story. He kept the bunny head on as he explained what happened because it help hide his darkly blushing cheeks. He was a little annoyed by Alex's constant snickering and was glad when Mrs. Skinner sent him back inside to dye the eggs. When he was finished he waited for Walter's response.
Walter had to fight himself not to laugh. The story really was quite funny and he could picture the whole thing, but he had to be strong for Fox's sake. The young man was obviously very embarrassed and Walter didn't want to make it worse for him.
"Well, young man.." Walter started, "a lost pig, a broken window, and a torn and dirty bunny costume. All you had to do was simply go over and pick up the costume and bring it home. Now, the fact that you tried to help the baby pig was a kind thing, even though he would've eventually gotten loose himself, but I'll take that into consideration. But, it's obvious that you were trying to sneak into the house and hide this from us."
"I was gonna' tell you, honest. I just wanted to get changed and fix the bunny suit first."
"Well....I'll take your word for it, but I still don't like you trying to hide stuff from me young man. I think you'll agree a spanking is in order."
"Yes...sir." Fox toed the ground with the now muddy bunny foot. "I kinda' figured that."
"Mom, dad, can I deal with Fox alone, please?"
"Oh, sure, I've got to get back to my baking." Mrs. Skinner said as she went back inside.
"Okay Walter, I'll be working in the garden. Join me when you're through, okay?" said Mr. Skinner as he headed back toward the garden. "Then I think you and I and Fox and Alex should help old Anderson look for Bertha. And I think it would be a good idea to offer to pay to have Anderson's window fixed too Fox."
"Yes sir." both Walter and Fox answered.
"Now, young man," Walter said as he sat down on the picnic bench and patted his thigh. "Over you go."
Fox draped himself over Walter's strong thighs, the torn costume revealed his bottom perfectly. Walter raised his hand high over his head, then brought it down sharply on the waiting backside. He slapped one side then the other, worked up and down, overlapping the sharp spanks till' Fox's entire bottom glowed a strong pink.
Mrs. Skinner was watching from the kitchen and finally couldn't resist running out and snapping a picture of Walter spanking the Easter Bunny then ran back inside.
"Sir! Wait! Please!" came Fox's muffled cry from inside the large bunny head.
"What?" Walter paused between spanks.
"Can you help me get this thing off my head? Please? I can't breath in here."
"Oh, okay, hold on."
Walter leaned over Fox's back and gently pulled the large bunny head off and placed it on the ground.
"Better?"
"Yes sir, thanks." Fox said as he wiped the sweat and tears from his face.
Another hard smack landed on his now tender bottom. Followed quickly by at least two dozen more. Fox began to wiggle his aching bottom from side to side. He kicked his legs and scrunched his eyes close. Walter kept the steady stream of spanks coming and concentrated them to the undercurve of the now bright red cheeks making sure Fox would feel this spanking whenever he sat for the rest of the day. A hand spanking from Walter was nothing to take lightly and right now, Fox would have sworn the man was using a paddle. Finally when the fluffy white costume framed the dark red cheeks perfectly Walter stopped and helped Fox to his feet.
"Now, I want you to go inside, get changed and be back out here in ten minutes. Oh, and ask mom, nicely, if she would sew up the back of that costume."
Fox wiped the tears away and nodded. He was surprised when Walter pulled him into a tight hug and kissed his flushed cheek.
"You know Fox, you really do look adorable as a bunny. Maybe we should get a similar outfit to wear at home?"
Fox gulped. "Uhm....I don't th-think that will be necessary...sir."
Walter chuckled and turned Fox by the shoulder's so he faced the back door and gave him a sharp smack on his red bottom to get him moving.
"Hurry up!"
After a long day of pig round-up, garden repair, Easter egg dying and decorating and after a hearty meal, everyone relaxed in the living room. Fox found the softest seat he could and listened to the Easter stories Mrs. Skinner was telling from when Walter and his brothers and sisters were small.
"Remember that time I found you eating the chocolate bunnies *before* Easter Walter?"
"They don't want to hear about that mom." Walter blushed.
"Sure we do!" Fox said all of a sudden looking much more interested.
"Yeah, I can't picture Walter doing anything like that!" Alex joined in.
"Well, little Walter was about seven or eight."
Walter groaned and sank deeper in his chair.
"I was going out to the store and told the kids I'd be right back, well, I didn't even get down to the corner when I realized I'd forgotten my list. When I came back I saw all the kids playing outside, except for Walter. I couldn't find the list in the kitchen so I figured I must have left it in the bedroom when I got my purse. When I opened the door there was my sweet little Walter, half a chocolate bunny in one hand and chocolate smeared all around his mouth. I was speechless, mostly because it was Walter. He never did things like that. When he saw me his mouth dropped open and his brown eyes were as wide as saucers. He had soft wavey brown hair as a kid and it was hanging down over his brow in the cutest way."
"Awwww." Fox and Alex said and looked at Walter trying to imagine him as a child.
Walter blushed and shook his head.
Mrs. Skinner continued. "I said Walter! Just what are you doing!?. And do you know the little rascal had the nerve to say *nuthin'*? I couldn't believe it. I said, Don't you lie to me young man, you have chocolate all over your face. You know those are for Easter! Walter looked at the chocolate like he had no idea how it got into his hand and then said he was sorry. And I said, Oh, you will be."
Walter sank even deeper in the side chair.
"I grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the bed. I used my hanky to wiped the chocolate off his face and hands and then deposited him over my lap, pulled down his jeans and underpants, picked up my hairbrush from the nightstand and gave him a thorough paddling. His little bottom was bright red when I was done. I pulled his pants back up, marched him to his room and made him get his allowance he'd been saving. I took him with me to the store and made him explain to the lady at the chocolate store why he had to buy another chocolate bunny. He was not a happy camper."
Walter's face was bright red. "I never did that again, I can tell you that much!"
"Did you still get a chocolate bunny for Easter?" Fox asked.
"Yeah, mom always forgave anything. The spanking was the punishment and then it was over. Besides," Walter said winking at his mom, "I was on my best behavior ever for those three days 'till Easter."
"Oh he sure was. A regular little angel. After Easter, well, that's another story." Mrs. Skinner added.
Alex and Fox both laughed and found it hard to picture their Walter being naughty.
"Well everyone, we have to finish getting everything ready for the big Easter Egg Hunt tomorrow. And I think Fox should play the Easter Bunny. We all know how cute he looks in the costume."
Everyone agreed, even Fox *though reluctantly*, and they followed Mrs. Skinner back into the kitchen to finish up the eggs and many Easter baskets. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. All the kids and grandkids would be coming over for Easter dinner and there was the big egg hunt and raffle on the square at noon that Mrs. Skinner was in charge of this year. Lots and lots of activities to get ready for. Fox smiled and enjoyed the warm feeling that flooded through him. He loved spending time with the Skinners. On his way to the kitchen he took a peek at the repaired bunny costume, now all stitched up and clean again almost as if this whole messed up day never happened....almost, except for the dull ache still lingering in his backside. He wondered if there would be a chocolate bunny with his name on it tomorrow. For some odd reason he was dying for a chocolate bunny.
Happy Easter Everyone!!! :-)