The Fuller Brush Man
by Xcraft
Disclaimer: I do not own Mulder, Skinner (DARN!) or any other X-Files
characters. They belong to CC, Fox and 1013 Productions and I am making
no profit from their use.
Rating: discipline
Mulder wiped a tear as it slid down his forehead, his current upside
down position and gravity combining to form the unnatural path. Once
again he found himself getting acquainted with the well-memorized carpet
on Skinner's bedroom floor. The AD's large hand had been busy spanking
his upturned bare backside for way over five minutes now and he could no
longer keep from squirming. The heat-level in his stinging hindquarters
rising with each additional spank.
Skinner's hand came to rest on the well-reddened bottom conveniently
located over his right thigh. "Well Mulder, I think it's time to move on
to part two of your punishment."
Mulder was quite positive from the current fire in his gluteal region
that his recent imprudent use of government funds and the loss of his
third cell phone since the beginning of the year had been sufficiently
addressed. But, unfortunately, Skinner did not.
"I believe a sound paddling from my trusty old hairbrush ought to keep
this lesson fresh even in your mind Mulder." Skinner said as he picked
up the the hairbrush that sat next to him on the bed. He rested the back
of the large, heavy oval brush on Mulder's left buttock and noticed the
perfectly rounded cheeks clench in response.
"Sir, pleeeease!" Mulder pleaded. "I've learned my lesson, I swear!!"
"Ahh, but that's not true, is it Mulder? We've had this same discussion
many times and you *always* say you've learned your lesson."
"But I have this time! Really!!" A sob escaped from Mulder as he spoke
and his pouting bottom lip began to quiver just thinking about that
nasty hairbrush. "Please sir, please don't use the brush! It huuuurts!!"
"But unfortunately that *is* the point of a spanking Fox. If it didn't
hurt, it wouldn't discourage this same behavior in the future now would
it?" Skinner slowly rubbed the back of the brush in small circles as he
spoke. "Believe me Mulder, I know first-hand just how much this brush
hurts."
That little bit of information caught Mulder off-guard and he wasn't
prepared for the first whack of the brush.
SMACKK!
Mulder's head flew back and he scrunched his eyes closed, momentarily
losing his breath. On the next smack he found it again.
SMACKK!
"OOOWWWWWW!!!! DOOOOON'T!!! Pleeeease!!"
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
Skinner continued to bring the brush down rapidly to the sit-spot of
each cheek noticing how each would flatten then spring back to their
original fullness.
"Owww, Oooowww, OOWWWW!!!" Mulder yelled out with each swat, his legs
kicking as though he could somehow swim away from the terrible brush.
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
The brush continued to fall again and again 'till the undercurve of each
cheek was a dark crimson red. Skinner knew he had gotten through to
Mulder once the younger man stopped kicking and cried openly. He
finished with four final swats then put the hairbrush on the nightstand
by the bed. Skinner rubbed Mulder's back as he remained over his lap for
a few minutes.
"Shhhh, it's all over now. Shhhh." he repeated in a quiet voice 'till
the younger man's crying began to subside. He helped Mulder up then
gently guided him to lay face-down on the large king-size bed. He pulled
his T-shirt down from around his shoulders and gently pulled the sheet
up to cover Mulder's lower half. Mulder winced as the cool lightweight
sheet came to rest on his well-paddled backside.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." he repeated over and over, rocking his head side
to side as it rested on his crossed forearms.
Skinner smoothed the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead, "Just rest for
awhile. I'll come and check on you in a little bit." He leaned down and
planted a kiss on the soft brown hair, a hint of sandalwood shampoo
still lingering there. Mulder let out a long sobbing sigh and relaxed
into the soft pillow and bedding.
About an hour later Skinner wandered back to the bedroom to check on
Mulder. He found the younger man leaning on his elbow, laying on his
side in the big bed. When he entered the room Mulder's right hand flew
behind his back in an attempt to hide whatever it was that he was
studying so intently.
"What are you hiding Fox?" Skinner said, one eyebrow raised.
"N-nothing."
Skinner sat down on he bed and reached behind Mulder to find the
hairbrush hidden in the covers. Mulder bit his lip and blushed a deep
red as Skinner now held the brush in his hands.
"Were you planning on kidnapping my brush Mulder?"
"N-no Sir. I.....I was just th-thinking about what you said before."
Mulder spoke quietly, still too embarrassed to make eye contact. "You
know, when you said you knew exactly how th-that brush felt."
"Do you want to hear the story that goes with this brush Fox?" He
watched as Mulder nodded.
"This brush is pretty old. Almost an antique." He noticed Mulder
grinning. "Yeah, yeah. Don't even say it young man. Anyway, I guess I
was about five years old. There was my younger brother, Mike, about
three years old, my big brother Tom and my sister Becky. I guess they
would have been about eleven and eight. My Dad's Uncle had passed away
and he went to Florida for the funeral and to help his Aunt with the
details. Their only son had run-off years before and the family hardly
ever heard from him. We all couldn't go, so Mom was left at home to
watch us four kids. You've met my Mom Fox, so you know she's no
push-over."
"Yes, sir. I certainly wouldn't want to get on her bad side."
"You and me both, Fox." Skinner grinned and tossled Mulder's hair.
"Anyway, Dad was the prominent disciplinarian in the house, but Mom
wouldn't hesitate to spank any of us when we got out of line. For some
reason, when Dad was out of town, we always felt we could get away with
more. Sometimes we'd still 'get it' when he came home, but kids don't
always think that far in advance. On one particular day we were all
being a complete terror and should have noticed that Mom was nearing the
breaking point, but we continued despite her many warnings. It just so
happened that the Fuller Brush Man paid us a visit that day. Did your
Mom ever buy any brushes from them Fox?"
"No, I don't think so. There was a vacuum salesman once."
"Hmmm, I would have thought your Mom would have had plenty of use for a
hairbrush Fox." Skinner chuckled as Mulder blushed again.
"Oh, she had one alright! A big silver antique one of her mother's. And
she sure knew how to use it, Sir." Mulder's hand went instinctively to
his backside as he remembered.
"Well, the Fuller Brush Man opened his suitcase of brushes on the coffee
table and began going through them. There were all different kinds for
cleaning, polishing and personal care. All us kids tired of this quickly
and began running around again. He was going on about how they were
crafted to last, designed to work and guaranteed, no matter what. You're
probably wondering how I remember all that."
Mulder nodded.
"Because Mom repeated it almost every time she used that brush on our
butts, that's why. My butt tingles just saying it."
Mulder laughed as Skinner gritted his teeth and shuddered at the
thought.
"Well, wouldn't you know that I would trip and knock her favorite vase
off the table just as she was looking at this particular brush." Skinner
ran his hand over the smooth wood of the hairbrush in his hands, the
memory of that fateful day very clear in his head. "She was mad and
pushed to the limit. The next thing I knew I was over her lap and this
brush came crashing down on my five-year old butt like there was no
tomorrow. I guess all my kicking and screaming convinced her it worked
pretty darn good, so she said she'd take it. And wouldn't you know it,
but that salesman let her keep the one from the sample case, this brush,
saying it looked like she needed it immediately. We were all sent to our
rooms and after the salesman left she gave us all a long, bare-bottomed
introduction to this brush. I'll tell you, we all had quite a bit more
respect for Mom after she bought this beauty." He smacked the back of
the brush against his palm for emphasis. "And I hate to say it, but it
has gotten lots of regular use over the years."
"How did you happen to acquire it Sir?" Mulder asked with a puzzled look
on his face.
"Well, after the first time you visited my parents with me and we had
that..... uhm, *conversation* out in the barn, I found it in my bag when
I came back home. I guess Mom figured I might have some *use* for it."
Skinner laughed as Mulder blushed yet again and buried his face in the
pillow. He ruffled his hair and said, "It's okay Fox, at least *she*
didn't use it on you. Although, I bet she was tempted to when you didn't
show up 'till five in the morning after following those teenagers up on
the mountain looking for UFO's."
Mulder buried his head deeper and moaned.
"I think this brush has held up very well over the years, don't you
Fox?" Skinner lightly swatted Mulder's sheet-covered rump causing the
younger man to gasp and turn his still tender backside out of harm's
way. "Maybe we should write a testimonial to the company?"
"NO!!" Mulder blanched. "I think that's something that should stay just
between us, Sir!"
"Me too, Mulder." the older man chuckled. "Me too."