Title: Under Orders 8: Revenge of the Sub
Author: Batela
Rating: NC-17 Sk/Sc
Summary: Scully sends Skinner over the deep end with the 
help of a little bottle of nail polish.
Email: batela@angelfire.com
URL: http://www.angelfire.com/mb/wsjournal/index.html
 
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He took the little brush between two big fingers, feeling 
awkward as he carefully painted one tiny toenail. Unseen above 
him, Scully smiled at his brawny form bent over her foot. She 
was amused at the sight of the tip of his tongue unconsciously 
protruding from his lips as he concentrated on her toes. Of 
course her foot massaging his genitals at the same time really 
wasn't doing much for said concentration. 
She flexed her foot against him and he paused, lifting the brush 
away. If he messed up, he had to remove the polish and start 
over, plus keep count on how many times he messed up. He 
was to give Scully the total when he was done and, kneeling in 
display, he was to ask her forgiveness and request the total as 
the number of swats he was to receive. He was up to five and 
this was only the second toe.
Skinner felt that Scully was being entirely unfair. What did he 
know about nail polish? She could have at least given him some 
practice time. Her response was that as AD, he should be able 
to handle sudden events and respond accordingly and in a 
professional manner.
This was all his own fault, really, he started it.
************ 
During lunch, Scully received a delivery of roses, the card 
requesting her presence that evening. It was unsigned, but she 
knew who they were from. Mulder just smirked.
Skinner left work early to prepare his surprise. Kimberly sent 
him off with a cheery "Have fun!" which made him turn red but 
he merely thanked her on his way out. In his car, he called 
Mulder's cell phone and asked him to call when Scully was on 
her way.
Once in the apartment, he prepared a fruit salad and put it in the 
refrigerator to chill. He then went upstairs and took bags out of 
the closet. New sheets went on the bed along with a new 
comforter. Candles were spread out around the room, some in 
groups, some standing alone, of various shapes, sizes and 
colors. Fluffy new towels were set out in the bathroom, more 
candles occupying the counter tops and the corners of the large 
sunken tub. He even dragged out a couple of 4ft pillar candles 
to stand alone on the tile floor. Skinner paused, heaven help him 
if she decided not to waste the wax. He wasn't sure how he 
could explain it in the gym if he showed up without any body 
hair. He shook his head and glanced at the clock. He'd better 
hurry. He stripped off his clothes, shoving them into the laundry 
room. 
His cell phone rang.
"What are you wearing?"
Skinner laughed. How did Mulder always know when he was 
minus clothes?
"Absolutely nothing." he said. Mulder moaned. "And I don't have 
time to play, Fox, sorry." He could see Mulder in his mind's eye, 
pouting. 
"Do I get playtime this weekend?" Mulder asked hopefully.
"I would love to; check with Scully, I don't know what her 
schedule is." 
"You'd better hurry, you know, she's entering your building 
now." Mulder informed him. Skinner stopped.
"What? You're downstairs? You waited to call me until she was 
already here?! Shit!!" he hung up the phone. Sadistic son of a ... 
Kimberly, pencil me in for a Mulder killing, please, thank you...
He took a quick look around to make sure everything was in 
order, took the fruit salad out and ran it upstairs, checked the 
water and returned kneeling in the middle of the living room. 
Hands behind his head, knees apart, perfect presentation 
posture.
He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. The door opened, 
shoes were kicked off, coat put on the rack, purse on the 
counter, clunk of a gun...
"Well, now, what are you up to, Walter?" she purred. She 
stopped in front of him, looking him over with hungry eyes. She 
took a strawberry from the bowl on the coffee-table and bit into 
it. She pressed the remaining half over his nipples, getting the 
juice all over his chest, before popping the piece into her mouth.
"I wanted to pamper you this evening," he said. He put his arms 
around her waist and buried his face in her soft belly. He felt her 
hands caress his head, playing with the circle of fringe in the 
back.
He reached under her skirt, sliding his hands over her legs, 
gently squeezing her ass.
"Feeling assertive, are we?" she teased him gently. He nuzzled 
into her blouse and nipped at her belly button. He eased her 
panty hose down, caressing her legs as he went, those 
wonderfully strong little legs that felt so right around him. He 
pressed a kiss against a thigh. Scully stepped out of the nylons 
and leaned down to brush his lips with hers. She knew what he 
was doing, he was in the perfect position to know what kind of 
hell her week had been.
"Lead on." She took his hand and walked with him up the stairs. 
The smell of vanilla had permeated the apartment so she knew 
he had been up to something.
Scully entered the bedroom to find it ablaze with candles. He 
must have disconnected the fire detector, she thought absently 
as she looked around. He was paying attention when she had 
dragged him to the mall a few weeks earlier, he had gone back 
and bought the bedding set she had been mooning over. A 
warm, cozy butter-cream with little corn-blue flowers, not a lot 
of flowers just enough for some color. 
Skinner stepped behind her and drew her blouse off of her, 
tossing it onto the chair to be followed by her bra, a surprisingly 
lacy and feminine thing that he was sure would shock the 
Hoover if everyone knew that Dana Scully liked sexy lace 
under those no-nonsense suits she always wore. He certainly 
appreciated it. He planted light kisses across her shoulders and 
neck as he unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. He 
cupped her breasts, rolling her small coral pink nipples between 
his fingers. 
He tightened his arms around her, holding her safe and secure 
against him. He buried his face in her hair and just breathed with 
her. He almost lost her that week; some crazy asshole chased 
her and Mulder all over creation, absolutely positive that Scully 
was destined to bear the anti-Christ. If the man had asked, 
Skinner could have told him that the anti-Christ already existed 
and was smoking his way to lung cancer. Skinner lifted his 
head.
"Come on, I drew you a bath. You don't have to do anything," 
he said quietly. He led her into the bathroom; the room was 
glowing with candles. The tub was filled with bubbles, the 
source of the vanilla scent.
Skinner dipped his fingers into the water. It had cooled down 
enough. He had run it extra hot so that it would be a good 
temperature by the time she got into it. He handed her into the 
tub, got in behind her, and waited until she was had leaned back 
against him before reaching into a bowl and taking out a grape, 
placing it between her lips. She snuggled into him as she 
munched on the fruit salad, his chest hair tickled her back. She 
fit just perfectly under his chin. He ran a soapy hand over her 
arms and neck, and she handed him her razor. He took it with 
confidence; he had learned the painful way how to shave a 
woman's various shaved places. His butt had hurt for days after 
that session, having been paddled for every nick he had given 
her. He finished one arm and reached over for the other, gently 
massaging her as he went.
She placed a piece of melon between her teeth and offered it to 
him. He took it, stealing a kiss at the same time. He leaned her 
forward so that he could wash her back, taking the kinks out of 
her muscles as he did so. He reached around to her front, 
cupping her breasts, letting them slide through his large hands. 
He pulled firmly on her nipples, arousing them until the skin 
around them had puckered. Scully grabbed his thighs and 
moaned. His hands slid lower and she shifted her legs in 
anticipation. His hands veered off onto her legs. Disappointed 
for a moment, her humor lifted when he drew one of her legs up 
and took one small foot between his hands. He pressed firmly 
on the arch and heel before messaging each toe. He moved up 
her calf, working the muscle before continuing further up. He 
dug into the back of her knee, making her giggle, before 
moving onto her thigh. He took the razor again and shaved that 
leg. He didn't think it needed it, but Scully was picky about 
shaving every day. He lowered her leg back into the water, 
rinsing the soap before repeating the process with the other leg.
Scully had her head tilted back against his shoulder, her eyes 
closed, lost in a whirlwind of sensations as his hands traveled 
over her, back up to her breasts and arms. He kissed and licked 
at her shoulders and neck as he sent his hands down over her 
belly and between her legs. One large hand covered her 
mound, the other caressing her breasts. Scully turned her head, 
seeking his mouth, their tongues meeting just as he slid his 
fingers between her folds. Scully whimpered and moved 
against him. Two fingers entered her, his palm rubbing against 
her clit and she cried out, lifting her knees out of the way, the 
water sloshing over the edges of the tub. His erection pressed 
against her lower back but he could wait, he wanted to give this 
to her. 
He moved his other hand down to concentrate on her clit while 
his fingers slid in and out of her vagina. He whispered 
encouraging words into her ears, licking around the shell as he 
spoke words only a lover would. Scully tossed her head back 
and came, crying out his name.
He took the next few minutes bringing her down, letting her 
know how beautiful she was, how he loved to watch her come, 
and what he wanted to do with her later, he wanted to eat her, 
lick her, he wanted to feel her legs wrapped tight around him. 
What did she want that evening?
"I want my toenails painted." she said. Skinner leaned back and 
looked at her. Of all the things she could have asked for, that 
was one he hadn't expected.
Which was how he came to be sitting in the middle of the bed 
with Scully playing footsie with his genitals as he attempted to 
paint tiny nails with a brush obviously not made for a man's 
large hands. He could only pray that she didn't want to paint his 
nails.
The brush slipped and he bit back a curse. Six. She wiggled her 
toes against his balls.
"I can't do this." he announced, setting the little bottle on the tray 
beside them. "I freely admit defeat, no pun intended, in the face 
of...." his voice box shut down as she pressed the ball of her 
foot into his penis.
"Walter, one of us is getting our nails done this evening." she 
said around a strawberry. He took a deep breath and picked up 
the polish remover to clean up the slip.
"I could probably do this if you'd stop wiggling." he complained.
"Ok." She shrugged and fluffed the pillows before leaning back 
again. He cast a suspicious glance at her; that was too easy. He 
almost dropped the bottle. She had one hand beginning an idle 
exploration of her clit while the other caressed a breast, pulling 
gently on a nipple.
Oh, shit, maybe the wiggling was better, his mind groaned. 
"Un uh, toes, please." she said, pointing a finger to the neglected 
digits. Her finger was glistening with her own juices. She 
pretended to only just notice and slowly licked her finger clean. 
Skinner moaned.
"Be a good boy and you can have some later." she promised. 
She flexed her toes on his cock which had suddenly gotten 
harder. The finger went back between her legs. Skinner took a 
deep breath and tore his eyes away, back to that evil brush. 
Scully gave a little sigh and moved her hips into a more 
comfortable position. Skinner gritted his teeth. God, she smelled 
good! Vanilla, strawberries and musk. He had to pause for a 
moment to calm himself, his hands were starting to tremble.
Scully picked up another strawberry. She dipped it into her 
pussy, coating it with her juices. She held it out to him. As 
Skinner leaned forward to take it into his mouth, she pulled it 
back and popped it into her own mouth.
"I said later, this isn't later." 
He was going to kill her. 
"That does it." He put the tray safely out of the way while Scully 
looked on wide-eyed. He picked up that wiggling foot and bit the 
arch. Scully screeched and tried to scramble away but found 
herself held fast by a body more powerful than hers. Skinner 
flipped her over onto her stomach.
"NO! Don't you even...!" Scully screamed into the bedding as he 
nibbled on the backs of her knees. "You'll pay for this!" she 
shouted, laughing, kicking her legs until he stilled them by laying 
across her calves. 
"It'll be worth it." Skinner said before taking a bite out of one 
rounded white cheek. Scully shrieked. He straddled her ass and 
rubbed his cock against her. Scully went still and quiet. Skinner 
took his penis in hand and slowly ran it down her clef. Scully 
lifted her hips as best she could with him sitting on her. He 
paused briefly at the first entrance he encountered, teasing her 
until she moaned, before continuing. He skimmed over her 
vagina entrance and rubbed the head of his cock against her 
clit. He could feel her toes curl up along side of his. He moved 
back up a little and placed the head just inside of her vagina.
"Oh, yes." she breathed. He sat back and admired the view. 
Scully looked back at him.
"Don't you dare stop now." She couldn't believe he stopped. He 
smiled and leaned over her back, pushing her hair aside to 
nuzzle the back of her neck.
"Don't stop what, baby?" he murmured into her ear. 
"Bastard. No finger whammies for a month." she threatened. He 
wiggled one finger in front of her face.
"Oooh, what a good idea." 
Scully opened her mouth in shock. With one hand he held both 
of hers in a steel grip. He took his one wiggling finger and 
placed it against her clit. He barely grazed it before taking it 
away again. Scully pushed back against him, needed that 
white-hot tingle taken care of.
"Un uh, my time, please." he said, imitating her own imperious 
tone. She clenched her hands but he refused to release her. He 
brushed her clit again and she cried out. He trailed his finger 
over her skin, the backs of her thighs and her ass. He held it 
away for a moment until Scully was about to go out of her mind, 
wondering where he was going to touch next. He touched her 
clit and took it away again. 
"Walter!" she screeched. He licked her tattoo.
"Yes, my love?" he purred. 
"You are so in trouble for this." she sobbed. She could feel that 
her pussy was flooded and the beast was doing nothing about it.
"But, darling, you haven't said the magic word." his voice all 
sugar and spice.
Forget killing Mulder, she was going to strangle Skinner. She bit 
into the bedding. Skinner chuckled and stroked her clit again, 
this time giving her a few more strokes before taking his finger 
away. 
"Pleasepleaseplease!" she broke down, shaking. She cried out 
as he suddenly entered her with his cock. "Oh, God, YES!" 
Scully pounded the mattress with a fist that he had released so 
that he could grip her hips. Skinner took her fast and hard, both 
of them coming within minutes of his entrance. Both of them 
breathing fast and ragged, they fell apart.
"I'm going to kill you, you are so dead." Scully warned him, 
between gulps for breath.
"Was it that bad? Give me recovery time and I'll do better." 
Skinner chuckled weakly. He turned on his side and pulled her 
to him, stroking her hair and kissing her. They fell asleep.
A feathery touch down his back awoke him. He tried to turn 
over but quickly discovered his arms spread out and his hands 
tied to the posts.
"Waalllterrrr." It was Scully's turn to purr.
"Oh, shit." he muttered. Payback time. SMACK!! He reared up. 
Shit! She was using the crop!
"Wakie wakie." that beautiful voice said evilly in his ear. She 
tickled his balls. He noticed that his legs were also spread and 
his feet tied to the two lower posts. The fire on his cheeks was 
beginning to fan out. Smack! Skinner groaned into the bedding. 
"You were a very bad boy last night, Walter." Scully informed 
him calmly.
"Yes, Ma'am, I'm sorry." No, he wasn't. 
"Not good enough, Walter" SMACK!! Skinner bit his lip to keep 
from crying out. She put the crop down for a moment and 
spread his cheeks with her hands. He couldn't see back far 
enough to find out what she was up to. She pushed something 
small into his ass. SHIT! What was that??
"I bought a new toy. It's a vibrating egg." She flicked a button 
and the thing turned on. Skinner cried out; it was resting against 
his prostate. His cock hurt; smushed against the mattress and 
his belly, it had no where to grow. Smack!!
"Oh, God! Dana, please!" The vibration in his ass was shooting 
to his cock just as the fire was spreading across the surface. 
Scully continued to smack him with the crop at steady intervals, 
his ass growing red-hot. Skinner tried to wait but he couldn't; he 
came between the sheets and his stomach. God, he wasn't 
going to be able to sit down today. 
Scully gave him an extra wack. 
"That's for coming without permission." She turned off that egg 
thing and untied him.
"You better hurry, Walter, you'll be late for work. Don't you have 
a meeting this morning with the Director?" She jumped off the 
bed and locked herself in the bathroom.
The woman was truly evil.
Skinner turned over with a groan and looked down; he was a 
mess and so were the brand new sheets. A flash of something 
caught his eye and he sat up, wincing. His toe-nails were red.
The End