Author's Notes: Spanked!Mulder is for Xanthe! See, people, 
this is what nice feedback gets you! :-)  
 
Category: PG, I guess. Discipline. Oh, and an m/m kiss! And 
naked men! And red butts! But other than that, plain old love 
and affection...<EG>  
 
Spoilers: Minor for Arcadia  
 
Disclaimer: They're mine! All MINE!!! CC and consorts - eat 
your hearts out!!! Just kidding. No rights, no infringement, no 
money - but lotsa fun!  
 
My addy is: gaby@gaby.slashcity.tv  
 
My home is at: http://gaby.slashcity.tv  
 
Summary: After meeting Lady Enigma, our AD decides it is 
time to meet her Significant Other. But is three a company, or a 
crowd?  

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In The Lioness's Den  
 
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by Gaby
 
 
 
Chapter 2: A Safe Haven  
 
 
I am a coward. A big one. After that mindblowing session with 
Lady Enigma, I fell asleep with Scully in my arms. When I woke 
up in the middle of the night I panicked, grabbed my clothes and 
darted out of the suite. Never looked back.  
 
The next morning was a little awkward. I couldn't concentrate 
on my paper work and fought an internal battle with myself 
whether to call Scully and apologize, or not. After all, this had 
been the best sex I have *ever* had, and I had to admit that I 
would like to repeat the night. But the way I acted, stealing 
myself away in the middle of the night, I was sure that Scully 
would laugh in my face, throw a right hook, file a complaint, or 
simply shoot me. She's done it to her partner, after all.  
 
Since she was working at Quantico I didn't have to worry about 
running into her in one of the Hoover hallways but I missed her 
presence nonetheless. Somehow it was always reassuring to 
know that she was lurking in that basement dwelling, along with 
Mulder.  
 
Oh God, Mulder. If he ever found out about this *he* was going 
to shoot me. Though he wasn't that much of a shooter. Maybe I 
would live, after all.  
 
I will find out soon enough. While I am berating myself here for 
screwing up so badly almost a week ago Mulder is on his way 
to my office. He got back from that VC case yesterday and is 
supposed to give me a debriefing. I glance at my watch and 
sigh. Only two more minutes. Well, he's never on time, anyway, 
so I might even have more than...  
 
"Sir, Agent Mulder is here." Damn!  
 
"Thank you, Kim. Send him in, please."  
 
I steel myself. The door opens and Mulder prances into my 
office. He looks at me with a gleam in his eyes, and actually 
smiles a little. Well, apparently he doesn't know what I did to 
Scully. That surprises me quite a bit; even if they are not 
involved, they share everything with each other. I was 
absolutely positive that Scully told Mulder about...well, you 
know.  
 
Mulder sits down without being invited and looks at me 
expectingly. I am rather nervous right now because I don't know 
if and what he knows. I clear my throat.  
 
"Congratulations on solving the case, Agent Mulder. That was 
very impressive." There. Neutral enough.  
 
"Thank you, sir. I did my best. Basically we were just lucky, 
though."  
 
"Don't say that. It was your profile that helped apprehend that 
killer!"  
 
Mulder just looks at me. His head is slightly tilted, as if he were 
thoroughly inspecting something interesting. He keeps on 
smiling. Very unnerving, that.  
 
"So, um, have you talked to Scully lately?" What kind of 
question is that? Why don't I just ram it home? 'Oh, by the way, 
Mulder, in case you were wondering, I hopped in the sack with 
your partner while you were busy catching a serial killer!'  
 
"Well, I called her when I got back yesterday. To tell her I'm 
back. But she was rather tired after a day of lecturing so we 
didn't talk that long." Mulder shrugs. Yeah, right. Am I seriously 
to believe that? You two are so close that you call each other in 
the middle of the night for nothing, for crying out loud!  
 
Maybe I'm really just imagining things. There are two possible 
explanations: Mulder really doesn't know, or he doesn't care. In 
any event, I'm not in any immediate danger of losing vital parts 
of my anatomy and / or my life, so I ask Mulder to debrief me. 
*****
 
That went well. I sit in my office and stare at the closed door. 
Mulder left about ten minutes ago and I have been doing 
nothing except staring at that stupid door. To be honest with 
you, I find Mulder rather attractive. For a man, I mean. I've 
never had any feelings for men, and I have certainly never had 
any sexual encounters with them. But if I had to choose one 
then it would be Mulder. He's a good-looking guy (though a bit 
on the skinny side) and I like the natural grace with which he 
moves. What really strikes me as odd, though, is the fact that 
he is totally unaware of his attractiveness. People, both female 
and male, actually turn around and stare at him and he doesn't 
even notice! Maybe that is the reason why he is attractive. He 
just doesn't know. Or he doesn't care. Whatever.  
 
Well, since I'm still alive I decide to call Scully. On the other 
hand, it already has been a week and I am rather chicken when 
it comes to verbal confrontations. I'm just not the talkative type. 
Never have been. I'm sure I would stutter like a school boy as 
soon as I got her on the phone. So I write her an email. I know 
that she downloads her FBI emails at Quantico daily. This way I 
can work on my apology (or whatever I'll write) until it sounds 
right and she won't be able to disconnect as soon as she hears 
who called her. Smart move on my part.  
 
'Agent Scully, 
I have reconsidered your offer regarding your lady friend. 
Perhaps you might be able to arrange another meeting with her 
so I can explain my recent behavior. 
AD Walter Skinner'  
 
Sounds innocent enough. My finger hovers over the mouse for 
about a minute before I click on the send button. There. Done. 
Doomed.  
 
I work on autopilot for the rest of the day. Around eight I decide 
to finally go home when my computer chimes to tell me that I 
have mail. Scully.  
 
'Sir, 
my lady friend was wondering what happened. Looks forward to 
seeing you again. Will pick you up Saturday at three. Overnight 
bag optional. 
D. Scully'  
 
So I guess my weekend is planned. 
*****
 
I am more nervous than I was last week when I was sitting in 
my car in front of that old warehouse building. I pace my 
apartment and glance at my watch for the fifth time in so many 
minutes. I almost trip over my overnight bag. What the hell was 
I thinking when I packed that thing? Somebody help me, it's 
three pm!  
 
My intercom buzzes and Mike, the doorman, announces that I 
have a visitor. I tell him I'll be right down, grab my bag, my 
jacket, and my keys, and leave my apartment.  
 
Scully waits for me in the entry hall. I smile tentatively at her, 
still unsure how pissed off she is with me. She smiles back. 
Okay, question answered. She sees my overnight bag and 
raises her famous eyebrow mockingly. Yeah, yuk it up - I really 
hope we will get it on again. Guilty as charged.  
 
We get into her car, and she pulls out into the traffic.  
 
"You know, I could've met you at the Club..." I begin cautiously. 
That way I would have my car handy, you know? In case I had 
to flee, or something. I'm a practical man, after all.  
 
"We're not driving to the Club. Walter." Scully gives me a quick 
side glance. I blink in surprise. We're not?  
 
"So...where are we going, then?" Oh God, she's driving to some 
secluded place where she can deposit of my body more easily! 
What was I thinking?  
 
"A safe haven."  
 
I stare at Scully but she keeps her eyes on the road. We drive in 
silence for several minutes.  
 
"Scully, I'm really sorry for running away. I don't know what 
happened. I guess I just panicked."  
 
Scully smiles and nods. "I gathered that much. Could've called 
me, though. How come you sent me that email?" She doesn't 
sound angry or resentful. Actually, she sounds rather curious.  
 
"Well, I'm not sure. I guess it was Mulder. He didn't try to shoot 
me."  
 
Scully starts to laugh out loud. God, that sounds beautiful! Like 
millions of little bells. Light and clear. Wonderful. "Why would he 
want to do that, Walter?"  
 
"I thought he might be jealous or something. But when he was 
his usual self I figured that he had nothing to do with you. At 
least not in the way I first thought..." I falter. How am I supposed 
to explain that I was convinced they were having a hot affair? A 
BDSM affair, on top of that!  
 
"Oh, Mulder knows. I told him about the note I wrote you in your 
office when I went back to the basement. I called him in Florida 
after that night in the Club. He was certain that you were just a 
little scared of your feelings and that you would come around 
eventually. Actually, you cost me a twenty when you sent me 
that email!" She smiles at me again.  
 
I look at her in disbelief. "Mulder knows?" Scully nods. "And he 
is okay with that?" I just don't believe it!  
 
"Oh, he's looking forward to seeing you!"  
 
I frown. "What do you mean?"  
 
"We're on the way to meet him right now. That's another reason 
why I picked you up. I thought you might want to talk about 
things. In private. Without Mulder."  
 
Good point. I'm sure there are a million things I want to talk 
about. Too bad I can't think of one right now. I shrug. "No, that's 
okay. I guess deep down I knew all along that you 
were...playing with Mulder."  
 
Scully grins. "Loosen up, Walter. Playing is a normal and 
healthy thing. Don't be ashamed or frightened. It's fun. Well, it 
*was* fun for you, wasn't it?"  
 
"Oh yeah," I breathe. Scully grins even wider. "So, you're going 
to...play with Mulder and me now?" I don't really know if I like 
the idea. My cock seems to vote for 'yes' though.  
 
"Look, Mulder and I have been doing this for quite some time 
now. We like to do things a bit more...intense. I won't do that to 
you. At least not at first. I want to ease you in. Maybe you won't 
ever play on the same level that Mulder is on. That doesn't 
matter, though. I will give you what you want and need, Walter. 
That is all you need to worry about, alright?"  
 
I nod. Scully knew exactly what I needed when we first met. 
She seemed to instinctly know what to give me even though I 
myself didn't know that I was looking for it. So it is only fair to 
trust her in that matter.  
 
"We will discuss the finer points of our arrangement when 
Mulder is with us. It involves him as well so it is only fair that he 
has a say in this. We're all equals, Walter."  
 
I nod again. Might as well enjoy the ride. Scully will lead the 
way. 
*****
 
We are in a residential area now and Scully pulls up in front of a 
two-story house. Nice one, too. Perfect for a family with 2.3 
children, a dog and two cars. White paint, front lawn, porch, 
two-car-garage. All American family house.  
 
"Where are we?"  
 
"Home. Our safe haven."  
 
"Oh. And whose house is it?"  
 
Scully gives me that look again. "Mine." Yeah, stupid question, 
Walter.  
 
"Yours? How did you..."  
 
"Walter, no, I didn't buy it. It is mine, though."  
 
"Like the Club?" Scully nods. "Let me guess...Mulder bought this 
house. And the Club, right?"  
 
"Of course. The man is loaded! Just think about it. Martha's 
Vineyard brat. He doesn't care about the money so he buys me 
stuff." Nice stuff. Maybe I could ask him to buy me a sports car 
for Christmas...  
 
Scully is about to get out of the car when she sees someone 
walking by. She groans. "Oh no. Walter, show no fear! Smile 
and nod. That's all I'm asking for." She plasters a fake smile on 
her face and gets out of the car.  
 
I follow her and see an elderly woman with curlers in her blue-
ish hair making a bee line towards Scully.  
 
"Why, hello, Mrs. Brady! Back from Europe yet?" she enquires. 
I raise both eyebrows but smile. After all, Scully told me so.  
 
"Hello, Mrs Davis. Nice to see you. Yes, I got back yesterday. 
I'm surprised you didn't see me last night." Ouch. Nice punch, 
Agent! Scully keeps that fake smile on her face and nods 
towards me. "That is my brother-in-law. You might see him here 
every once in a while."  
 
Mrs Davis looks me over and apparently decides that I pass her 
test, whatever it is. She nods at me in way of greeting, and I nod 
back. Then she scurries down the road.  
 
Scully sighs heavily. "Mrs Davis, our personal nightmare. We 
thought we had found a nice little retreat here but this woman 
will be the death of us yet!"  
 
There is only one thing on my mind. Oh, okay, two. "Brady? 
Brother-in-law? I'm Mulder's *brother* now?"  
 
Scully shrugs and gives me an apologetic smile. "Welcome to 
the family, Walter."  
 
Hmm, I guess I could live with that. "And what is that Brady 
business?"  
 
There is that wonderful laughter again. Scully shakes her head. 
"Mulder at his best. He just knows how to pick the really 
revolting names. Brady as in the Brady Bunch. All American 
family." I stare at her in disbelief. 
 
"Don't tell me it's Mike and Carol?"  
 
Scully laughs out loud and shakes her head. "Rob and Laura. 
*Again*. Believe me, after he got punished for pulling *that* 
stunt he swore on a big stack of bibles to never pick out our 
undercover names again!"  
 
I'm a bit taken aback about the punishment part but I guess I 
should get used to it when I really want to go through with the 
entire thing.  
 
Scully walks towards the front door. "We thought a house was 
more intimate. We don't really like playing at the Club. 
Especially since I'm the owner now. Somehow it feels weird 
going there." She waves at the door. "We're still redecorating 
and putting in the rest of our equipment but it's basically ready 
and waiting."  
 
Scully opens the front door and waves me inside, yelling to 
Mulder, "We're here! You decent?"  
 
A second later Mulder turns round a corner, grinning broadly. 
He is naked - well, almost. He wears a tool belt. That is one of 
the most erotic sights I have ever laid my eyes on! Little Walter 
starts to have a serious discussion with Mr Zipper here. Mulder 
really is skinny but I love those long runner legs. And what a 
nice cock he has! Ohmygod, this is the first time that I'm 
thinking anything like that about another man's genitals. What is 
wrong with me?  
 
Mulder catches me staring and grins even more. "Finally! 
Reinforcement! Hey, I hope you know how to nail!" I stare at 
him, unable to answer. Mulder's grin grows even wider if that is 
possible. "Oops, Freudian slip. I meant to say, I hope you know 
how to use a hammer and nails." I nod, dumbfounded.  
 
"Go get dressed. We have to have a serious talk, and I want us 
to be equals for that, Mulder," Scully says. Mulder just shrugs 
and turns around to walk upstairs. He really is completely 
unaware of his good looks, and he doesn't seem to mind at all 
that he was the only one naked just now. Especially with his 
boss in the same room.  
 
When I liked the cock I'm drooling over his butt. I don't know 
what is happening to me but somehow I have a couple of x-
rated fantasies involving that man. With Mulder gone Scully 
beckons me into the living room.  
 
"There's fresh coffee in the kitchen!" Mulder yells from upstairs. 
Scully leaves me alone for a minute to get the pot and three 
cups. Just as she sits down on the sofa, Mulder comes back 
down wearing an old pair of sweat pants that hang enticingly 
low on his hips, and an old Quantico tee shirt. He throws himself 
on the floor next to Scully and leans against the couch and her 
legs. Her hand immediately goes to his head, stroking his hair 
absently. This is such a beautiful picture, so perfect in its 
simplicity. I admire that couple. They are made for each other in 
more ways that I can count, and I feel another pang of jealousy. 
I could never fit in. I would always be an intruder.  
 
"Well, let's talk business, then, huh?" Scully says. I nod 
hesitantly. Mulder grins at me cheekily. Somehow I think he 
enjoys all of that a bit too much.  
 
Scully turns all serious now, as she outlines the rules. "Okay, as 
I said before, I won't do anything that distresses you. That's why 
you have a safe word. You can change it if you want to, by the 
way." I shake my head, no. Scully shrugs. "Fine. During our 
sessions you will call me Milady. I don't care much for Mistress. 
You may also say Ma'am, if you prefer that." I nod. "We will 
play whenever we feel like it. Mulder and I have tried to do this 
regularly but sometimes it is hard to find the time. Now, with the 
house as safe haven, we can come and go whenever we 
please. Also, we can meet here without playing. There will be 
times when I will only play with Mulder, and times when I will 
only play with you. But there will also be times when I will play 
with both of you. That means that I expect my boys to pleasure 
me. Sometimes you will do that by playing with each other." My 
head snaps up at that remark, and I swallow convulsively. I'm 
not sure whether I like this rule or not. I glance over at Mulder 
who grins impishly at me. He is having the time of his life right 
now. "That is non-negotiable, Walter. I can see that you want 
that deep inside, whether you know it or not. You will obey this 
rule." Scully is still calm but her voice has a threatening quality 
to it. I swallow again, still wavering. Mulder is really enjoying 
himself now, seeing his big bad boss squirm.  
 
"Hey, I bet he needs to get his cherry popped! I don't believe it! 
That guy has never been properly fucked! Oh, that'll be so 
much fun..." He grins again, and I blanch.  
 
Scully's fingers curl into a tight fist, yanking Mulder's head back 
painfully by the strands of hair in her hand. "I advise you to keep 
your big mouth shut. Right now we're equals but the way you 
are behaving *now* will determine how *I* will treat you later." 
Mulder's big grin fades visibly, and he nods as much as he can 
with his head held at this awkward angle. Scully acknowledges 
this and lets go of his hair. Mulder looks at me for a split second 
and then lowers his eyes. Scully starts to stroke his hair again.  
 
"As I said before, this rule is non-negotiable. I enjoy watching 
two beautiful men having a good time. And you two are perfect 
for that little scene. Don't worry, I'll ease you in slowly." I nod 
uncertainly but I trust Scully unconditionally so I guess I will be 
fine. I calm down a little.  
 
"The only one easing in slowly will be me. Inside him. Maybe I 
won't be *easing in* in the first place. Hard and fast have their 
advantages, too," Mulder murmurs under his breath. I look up 
alarmed, trying to see myself draped over a bed with Mulder 
happily pounding into me. I shudder slightly.  
 
Scully smacks the back of Mulder's head pretty hard and he 
looks up in dismay. "Zip it up, Schmolly, you're in deep shit as it 
is!" she hisses. Mulder bites his lower lip and nods once, 
acknowledging that fact.  
 
"Sorry," he mutters, and looks back down at the floor.  
 
I glance at Scully, a question written all over my face. She nods 
at me encouragingly. "Schmolly?" I prompt.  
 
Scully smiles, and Mulder flinches slightly but he keeps his 
mouth shut. Nice change. "Well, that is the name I chose for 
him for when we are playing. You will get one, too."  
 
"A slave name?" I ask astonished.  
 
"No! Not a slave name. You aren't my slaves. I don't want any 
slaves. But I find that it helps all parties involved to concentrate 
on the scene when there is a special name to use. Besides, it is 
easier for you boys to see whether we are in a scene or not."  
 
I contemplate that information. Somehow I have a bad feeling 
about this. "You mean my name will be...you know..." I falter.  
 
Scully looks at me innocently. "What, Walter?"  
 
I blush and stare at my hands. "You know...'hot stud'..." I 
mumble.  
 
Mulder lets out a hysterical fit of giggles and actually rolls 
around on the floor a bit. I blush even more. Scully turns red, as 
well, but for different reasons. She grabs Mulder by the scruff 
of his neck and yanks him back to an upright position. "I'm 
sorry, I'm sorry!" he yells when he realizes that he is in trouble. 
"I didn't mean any disrespect! I really didn't! He *is* a hot stud! 
He really is! It's just that he's so embarrassed by it..." Scully 
scowls and shakes him once more to ram the point home. "I'm 
sorry," he repeats one more time.  
 
Scully turns back to me, completely ignoring Mulder. "No, 
Walter, I will think of something else. The name should fit the 
person, just like 'hot stud' does, but it also needs to be a 
little...humiliating." Oh great. As if 'hot stud' isn't humiliating 
enough. "Take Mulder, for example. 'Schmolly' isn't really a 
word. It's something that I created using the German word for to 
pout. It means 'schmollen' so 'Schmolly' means something like 
'little pouty one'. I think that's pretty appropriate." Mulder snorts 
in dismay, actually sticking his lower lip out a fraction, and I grin. 
Oh yeah, that pretty much sums it up quite nicely. Scully smiles 
back.  
 
"Ready for the grand tour, Walter?" she asks, and I nod.  
 
The three of us walk down the hallway to a staircase leading to 
the basement. Down there is one giant room, painted almost 
black, with just about every torture device I have ever seen or 
heard of, plus a few that I don't know. Scully shows me around, 
explaining each 'toy' to me, giving me the opportunity to feel 
and examine them, starting with the big ones like that whipping 
post, down to the small implements like that wooden paddle I'm 
holding in my hand right now. I'm close to freaking out here. 
Sorry, but this is just a bit too much for me. The fact that this 
room has a heavy door, and the fact that this door seals off this 
entire room to make it absolutely soundproof (or so Scully 
assures me) doesn't really help to make me feel better. I don't 
know whether I'm up to the challenge, so to speak.  
 
"Look, Dana, I'm not sure this is what I want...what I can take..." 
I stutter, fingering that paddle nervously.  
 
"Oh, for Chrissakes!" yells Mulder, exasperated, throwing his 
hands up in the air. "Are you kidding? You, the mean ex-Marine, 
try to tell me that you're not up to that? What are you, a big 
wuss?"  
 
The next thing I know, Mulder kneels in front of Scully with a 
giant ball gag in his mouth. He looks rather miserable. 
Apparently he is as surprised by the turn of events as I am.  
 
Scully's demeanor has changed dramatically. She is Lady 
Enigma again; no, she is even more than that. "Okay, here's the 
deal, smart mouth. When I come up to show Walter my 
bedroom I expect to see you naked in your place. You know the 
drill. Obey for once." With that, she gives Mulder an ungentle 
shove towards the door. Mulder glares at her, then at me, and 
leaves the room, fuming. Scully turns to me, being the old Dana 
again.  
 
"Sorry about that. He's usually much better behaved. VC cases 
do that to him. I've figured out that he needs me to take him 
back down after them. He should be fine by tomorrow evening." 
I nod, glumly. Somehow I didn't enjoy that particular display of 
power. That was a bit too intense for me. On the other hand, 
seeing Mulder on his knees in front of me, looking up at me with 
those wild eyes...Little Walter nudges Mr Zipper again.  
 
"He doesn't like me. He doesn't want me here," I say, almost 
whining. Come on, this may be a bit intense here, but I really 
enjoyed my time with Lady Enigma, and I would really like to 
see more of that naked Mulder. Of course, I can understand 
that he reacts like a bratty kid - he's been doing that all those 
years to get anyone's attention, and now there's this other man 
taking his Domme's undivided attention away from him. I'd be 
jealous, too.  
 
"Don't be silly, Walter. He is thrilled to have you here! Do you 
know for how many years I had to listen to his fantasies 
involving you? Do you know how many wet dreams he's had 
about you? When I told him that I finally hooked you he was 
beaming like a kid on Christmas Day!" Scully laughs when she 
sees my doubtful face. Seriously, do you believe what she just 
said, after that little tantrum that Mulder threw?  
 
"Back to business. Look, as I said before, we won't play on the 
same level as Mulder and I are playing. We probably never will. 
That is okay. I will take you down here for some serious playing 
but it won't ever be harsh. Trust me on this, okay? You will learn 
to enjoy the sessions down here. Just give it time." I nod, still a 
bit uncertain. But Scully really seems to know what she's talking 
about so I trust her judgement.  
 
She slaps my upper arm affectionately and points at the door. 
"Rest of the house?" I nod.  
 
Scully shows me the kitchen and the dining room. There is also 
a study on the first floor which is used as storage room right 
now. "No work in this house. I won't allow it. That's why there 
will be times when we won't play. If any one of us has work to 
do over the weekend or at night he will not bring it into this 
house. Understood?" I nod again.  
 
Upstairs, Scully makes a bee line to a half-open door. "Master 
bedroom," she explains, then giggles. "Should be Mistress 
bedroom, I guess." I smile tentatively, remembering what I will 
see in there. And I'm not disappointed.  
 
When we enter the room I see Mulder slouching in a corner, 
between the window and the door to the en-suite bathroom. As 
soon as he sees us, he scrambles to his knees but Scully 
wrong-foots him and points in front of herself. "Display, 
Schmolly!" she commands.  
 
Mulder, in all his naked glory, plus ball gag and a very fiery 
glare in his eyes, walks over to us. We stand in the middle of the 
giant room, and Mulder goes down on his knees with such a 
gracefulness that it almost takes my breath away. He sits back 
on his heels, straightens his back, opens his legs up further, and 
places his hands at his sides with palms facing us. After 
glowering at us for a moment, he lowers his head. I have never 
seen anything more beautiful in my life.  
 
Scully looks him over and nods her approval. Then she turns to 
me. "Eventually you will learn the different positions, as well. I 
expect that from you. Basic knowledge, so to speak." I nod my 
understanding. "The best and easiest way to learn the positions 
is to watch Schmolly here." She points towards Mulder with her 
chin, and I look at the man at our feet. Alright! Mulderwatching! I 
can do that! I smile a little. "Schmolly has his corner over there," 
Scully goes on, pointing to the place that Mulder occupied just a 
few moments ago. "We'll find you a special place, as well. I 
expect you to wait for me there when I give you no other 
specific instructions." I nod again.  
 
"Is there only a special place in this bedroom?" I ask.  
 
Scully smiles brightly at me. "You are a fast learner, Walter. It's 
gonna be so much fun playing with you!" Mulder snorts around 
his ball gag and is rewarded by a cuff against his head. Other 
than that, Scully happily ignores him. "There are special places 
in the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, and of course, 
our Playroom. As I said before, we'll find you some nice corners 
later on."  
 
Scully suddenly turns around and heads towards a connecting 
door that I hadn't seen before. Apparently she expects me to 
follow so I trot after her. Mulder seems to be unsure about what 
to do but before he can completely get up, Scully evenly says, 
"Stay, Schmolly," over her shoulder. Mulder settles back down 
on his heels, shooting daggers at her back.  
 
I walk into a smaller bedroom. There is a queen sized bed and a 
walk-in closet. A nightstand and a small cupboard. "This is your 
bedroom," Scully states.  
 
"Mine?" I echo. Somehow I expected to sleep in that big and 
comfy king sized bed next door.  
 
Scully smiles slightly. "No, no. *Your* room. Mulder's and 
yours." I stare at her in disbelief. Mulder and I, in this bed, 
together...? "Usually you'll sleep with me but there are times 
when I don't want you to, or when you didn't earn the privilege 
of a night with me. That's when you'll sleep here. Of course, 
we'll buy another bed for you, now that we know that you're part 
of the Brady Bunch." She grins at me, and I grin back.  
 
We walk back into the other bedroom and watch Mulder for a 
second. What a beautiful sight! He kneels there, displaying 
himself submissively, but we can both see how tense and angry 
he is. Defiance, thy name is Schmolly. God, I love that 
nickname!  
 
"Okay, I think we have some business to attend to," Scully 
says, in full-blown Domme mode, and stands next to Mulder. I 
marvel at the way she switches personalities! She nudges his 
knee gently with her foot and he looks up at her. His eyes are 
emerald with golden spots. Full of fire. I see that his cock is 
almost entirely flaccid. So he really isn't getting off on being 
punished right now, in front of me. I'm sure his cock would 
normally be standing at attention like the best of them, with him 
kneeling in front of Scully, gagged and submissive, but in the 
situation we are in at the moment he is just extremely annoyed. 
Somehow I believe that he'd love to just get up and leave. Of 
course, we all know that he doesn't stand a chance against 
Scully.  
 
"Lose the attitude, Schmolly. You're in enough trouble as it is."  
 
Mulder gives her another fiery glare, then lowers his eyes for a 
moment as if collecting himself. When he looks back up his 
eyes reflect indifference, mostly. Not necessarily what Scully 
was aiming for but better than nothing.  
 
"Walter, I want you to understand something. I will punish your 
'brother' here now. In front of you. This adds humiliation and has 
a better effect. In case you misbehave I might decide to punish 
you in front of him someday, as well." I look at her alarmed. I 
don't mind playing a little D/s in private, or even with Mulder 
involved, but being punished in front of him...? I mean, I'm his 
boss! Talk about losing authority! "Don't, Walter. Just accept. It's 
a given." I nod, tentatively. Well, I guess, I'll just make sure to 
behave so she won't have to punish me...  
 
Scully turns back to Mulder. "Assume, Schmolly!" she barks 
and jerks her head towards the bed. Mulder scrambles to his 
feet to assume the demanded position. He bends over the foot 
board, a rather high brass railing, then crosses his arms on the 
comforter and puts his head on them, spreading his legs further 
apart without being told to do so.  
 
I stare at the prone man in front of me and feel Little Walter 
having another heated discussion with Mr Zipper. Scully smiles 
at me, obviously proud of Mulder and his obedience. The little 
he has shown so far, at least.  
 
There is a moment of total silence. Nobody says a word. We 
don't even move. Then Scully turns to me, hand stretched out. 
"Your belt, please, Walter." I blink at her, not understanding why 
she wants my belt. When I see Mulder's head snap up to look 
over his shoulder in alarm I realize what Scully's intentions are. I 
swallow and reach for my buckle with trembling fingers. Mulder 
stares at me beseechingly.  
 
Scully takes my belt and doubles it over, smacking it against 
her thigh experimentally. I flinch. Mulder flinches. I don't know if 
I can do this.  
 
"Alright, I'll make that one fast and hard, Schmolly. Keep still." 
Mulder's head nods slightly, now back on his arms. I can see his 
ass muscles clenching nervously. Scully draws her arm back 
and smacks Mulder's ass with a very resounding lick. Mulder 
barely reacts - his back muscles contract once and he takes a 
deep breath. I, on the other hand, jump and groan in sympathy.  
 
Scully ignores me, informing Mulder, "That one was for turning 
around to look. You know you're not allowed to break position!" 
With that, she starts applying my belt to Mulder's butt in earnest.  
 
I soon lose count. Mulder is holding up surprisingly well. He 
writhes slightly but does his best to keep still. I can hear him sob 
around that ball gag. His butt is dark red from hip to mid-thigh, 
and I can see distinctive welts now. Scully is thorough. She 
makes sure to spread the punishment out evenly, all over the 
entire area, then she starts again at the beginning. I think she is 
in the middle of round four now. One thing for sure: I will never, 
ever do anything to make her angry! No matter what she said 
about going easy on me - this is too much to bear for me! On 
the other hand...this gorgeous butt, all red and glowing, does 
look rather nice.  
 
Mulder's body is shaking. I guess he's crying but I'm not sure. 
The belt raining down on that sore butt is making too much 
noise to hear. Besides, crying around a ball gag is rather 
difficult, I imagine.  
 
Scully has kept an even pace but stops suddenly. Now I can 
hear it loud and clear: Mulder is bawling his eyes out. I never 
thought I'd witness that one day! "Okay, Schmolly, one more. 
This one's to make you understand what is unacceptable." 
Having said that, she whips a vicious lick across his thighs. "No 
more disrespect!"  
 
Mulder yowls loudly and sags visibly, draped over the foot 
board. Scully gives me my belt back and looks at me 
searchingly. "Are you still in?" she whispers, almost afraid that 
she has put on too much show and has scared me off. Well, to 
be honest, she did. After a moment, I nod hesitantly. Well, she 
did tell me that she won't play on the same level with me than 
with Mulder, so I won't have to endure anything like that. I hope. 
Scully smiles, obviously relieved.  
 
"Why don't you go and grab your bag? Go to your room, get 
ready. I want to see you in all your naked glory. Just give me 
ten minutes, alright?" I nod again, look over at Mulder, and 
leave the room.  
 
While I undress in "our" room I can hear Scully talking softly to 
Mulder through the half open connecting door. I can't make out 
what she is saying but I can see her sitting on the bed with him, 
now sans ball gag, cradling him, rubbing his back, rocking him 
back and forth. She kisses his forehead gently, looks at him 
searchingly, as if making sure that a point has indeed been 
made, and after a second Mulder nods slowly. Scully smiles 
and hugs him again.  
 
Since I am busy putting away my clothes I don't see them for a 
minute or two, and when I finally enter the Master bedroom 
naked I am surprised to see Mulder lying on the bed. Alone. He 
turns his face towards me, raking his eyes over my body. I feel 
insecure and take a step back. Then I get a grip - after all, I've 
already seen him naked *and* being punished! His face is tear-
streaked, his eyes a little swollen, but he has stopped crying.  
 
At that moment Scully comes in from the bathroom. She has 
changed and is now wearing the golden robe with the red 
lioness on the back again. She has a tube in her hand and 
smiles when she sees me. "Come here, Walter," she says and 
beckons me over to the bed, sitting down next to Mulder's head. 
Then she gives me the tube and points to Mulder's upturned 
butt. "Apply."  
 
I stare at the tube and see that it is cooling gel. I stare at 
Mulder's enticing butt, now dark red and still twitching slightly, 
as if the muscles were still reacting to a whipping that has long 
ago stopped. I stare at Mulder himself, into his eyes. He looks 
back steadily, waiting for me to finally cool off his poor ass. So I 
open the tube with trembling fingers and squeeze out a big 
dollop of gel. After hesitating another moment, I smooth it over 
Mulder's butt.  
 
Shit, those buns are hot! I can feel the heat radiating from the 
sore flesh, and I jerk my hand back. I didn't know this would 
happen after a whipping. It's like grabbing a radiator! Mulder 
turns around to look over his shoulder, trying to find out why I 
don't get a move on. I realize that the poor guy is in pain and get 
back to work.  
 
It is rather strange smearing gel on this man's butt, both of us 
being naked, with Scully watching. But when I hear the heart-
felt sigh coming from Mulder I relax. Finally I have something 
constructive to do! I straddle his thighs and start kneading two 
glowing globes with both of my hands. Mulder winces slightly 
when I apply too much pressure, but for the most part he enjoys 
my administrations.  
 
Suddenly I realize that Mulder's cleft is red and slightly swollen 
as well; after all, he was standing with legs spread wide apart. I 
swallow. After hesitating a second I take some more gel and 
gently part his cheeks to rub the gel between them. Mulder 
sighs again, contentedly, and starts to push back, trying to catch 
my fingers. I pull back instantly, slightly shocked. Scully tries to 
hide her smile but I can catch a glimpse before she lowers her 
head.  
 
Mulder looks at me again, raising an eyebrow expectantly. I 
sigh and get back to work. At least now Mulder tries to keep still 
even though every once in a while he involuntarily pushes back. 
I guess he's pretty sensitive down there. Erogenous zone, or 
something. I feel a little embarrassed because all this TLC is 
making Little Walter stand at attention again. Give me a break, 
Mulder is a beautiful man, and I never knew how erotic it can be 
to gently massage a well-punished butt.  
 
I look up at Scully who is absorbed in stroking Mulder's hair. It's 
pretty obvious that she loves him dearly, and I guess Mulder 
loves her even more. There is another pang of jealousy as I 
realize that I can't possibly fit in there and I involuntarily squeeze 
Mulder's butt a little too hard. The poor man yelps and almost 
jumps up.  
 
Scully looks at me, surprised. "Sorry," I murmur and apply more 
gel to the abused flesh. Damn, Walter, get a grip!  
 
After several minutes Scully motions for me to stop, and I pull 
myself off the prone man, kneeling down next to him. It takes 
Mulder a second to realize that the caressing has stopped. 
Apparently he has pretty much blissed out at some point. He 
raises his head to look at Scully who nods imperceptibly. I'm 
always amazed by their ability to communicate telepathically. 
Even more reason to be jealous!  
 
I startle when Mulder drags himself up and knee-walks towards 
me. He cups my face gently and leans forward to give me a 
sweet, tender kiss on the lips. I'm too surprised to draw back; in 
fact, I kiss him back hesitantly after a moment. Mulder breaks 
the kiss with a slight smile on his lips. "Thank you, Walter. That 
was wonderful."  
 
I'm still trying to figure out whether he means my little 
impromptu massage or the kiss when I see Scully taking 
something out of the nightstand drawer. She grins wickedly at 
me while throwing her little treasures in the middle of the bed, in 
plain sight of everyone sitting there.  
 
"Now the two of us are going to have some fun!" she 
announces jovially, and I stare at the large array of dildos and 
butt plugs. Little Walter withers away.  
 
Oh God.  
 
 
 
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO.  
 
 
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