The Torn Shirt series: Sunday's Spanking

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Title:   Sunday's Spanking
Author:  Soleil Compeau
Fandom: The X-Files
Summary: Scully makes Mulder tell her his secret fantasy. Then she makes it come true. I don't want to say anymore, cause that would spoil the fun!
Rating: NC17
Warning: Tickling. Spanking. Anal play. ScullyDom

Author's Notes: OK, this is the last of the Torn Shirt fics, and the delivery of a promise I made a long time ago, to write a tickle/spank fic. For Sdani, who loves MulderBuns. For anyone out there who loves tickling, and you know who you are! For mims, who waited patiently for this fic to be written, and who is one of my best friends that I never see. Well, almost never. There was this one time in Ohio...and I want to repeat that sometime, mims!



"C'mon Mulder," she growled. "I wanna know what that Astroglide is for."

Mulder went weak beneath her, though she could tell by the way he held his body beneath her that he was aroused again. "Let me up, Scully," he said hoarsely.

Ohhh. So he needed her to *make" him tell her his fantasy. Scully was momentarily shocked by how much she wanted to bend her strong partner to her will. She argued with him almost daily at work, and still ended up believing him in her heart of hearts, despite her outward claims of skepticism. Now, she could finally make him do what she wanted. And she knew exactly how to go about it.

"You said you had fantasies. And you told me to look in the drawer. What for?" Scully began working him, pulling one arm up at a time to rest next to his head. Then she scrambled up to the head of the bed and crossed his arms at the wrists. When she put uneven pressure on them, Mulder had no choice but to roll over. She still held his wrists in the firmest grip she could muster. Mulder was a strong man. She had to be stronger.

His eyes darted wildly about the room, refusing to meet hers. "You know, Scully. Astroglide is like KY Jelly. It's, uh, slick, you know? And I use it to...muh, muh, masturbate." He blushed as the word left his lips, which surprised Scully. She would have figured him to be very casual about such a topic, given his choice of private viewing materials. As well as the sex they had just had.

"I'm not buying it, darlin'" she retorted briskly. Time for the second part of her plan. The part where she made him weak, made him her plaything. Made him hysterical and eager to please, eager to tell her anything, do anything for her. As well as have a hell of a good time in the process.

She sat on his hands. Mulder was now flat on his back with his arms pinned helplessly above him. Perfect.

Scully placed her hands over his underarms, the threat implicit. Mulder froze.

"Now then," she continued almost conversationally. "I think you have some deep down fantasies. I think you are ashamed of wanting what you want, but you want me to know anyway...so I can make the fantasies come true. I think you need to TELL ME!"

She shouted the last two words at the same time that she started his tickle torture in earnest. She had him good and pinned down, there was no way in hell he was getting away. Scully stroked her fingers repeatedly over the small bit of sensitive skin that was normally well protected.  Mulder laughed and squirmed, trying to pull his hands out from under her butt. His feet kicked frantically, but she had no fear that he would hurt her. Mulder was in good shape, but he was not flexible enough to kick something above his own head.

"So are you gonna tell me?" she asked loudly over his noise.

"S-s-s-stop! Ah ha ha ha! STOP! Hahahah, please!"

"Tell me the answer, Mulder!"

"OK! Hahahah! I'll tell you anything!"

His quick surrender almost disappointed Scully. Tickling Mulder was a lot more fun than she had anticipated. Looking down at his red, straining face, she reluctantly eased her hands away from his armpits. If he told her the answer, would she be able to let him go? Or would she tickle him some more, just because she didn't know when she would ever have him this vulnerable again?

"Well?" she prompted as Mulder just lay there puffing and panting. "You said, when I licked you, that I was reading your mind."

"Well....I...when I said it was good for masturbating...." Mulder stuttered, almost as if he were stalling for time. "I really want you...to make your hand all slick...you know, and touch me..." he trailed off uncomfortably.

"Anything else?" she queried as her fingers began to twitch towards his armpits again.

Mulder huffed a few times, still trying to free himself. Scully drew slow circles on his sides, high up on his ribcage. Mulder sputtered and choked, rolling frantically but unable to get away. She stopped again.

"Oh God. No more, I can't stand it!"

She gave him a few more seconds to calm down. No use wasting this opportunity by going too fast and having him suffocate or something. When he took a deep breath and met her eyes, she began tickling him again.  Right on his bare underarms. She had found that it was highly effective.

"You want me to play with your ass, don't you Mulder?" she said as he howled and laughed.

Her fingers stroked and caressed in circles, in up and down sweeps, in peppery little pokes all over his tender spots. She kept going, tickling him without any rest. She looked only under his arms, gauging which patch of skin should be touched next, searching through the hair until she found the very middle of his underarms, which she then tormented. Oh, the power that lay in just the pads of her fingers!

Finally she checked on him to see how he was doing. Mulder's face was contorted in agonized ecstasy, it was very red and bordering on purple.  He was making no noise, but laughing so hard that his entire body was shaking and thrashing. Every muscle was rigid. He was clearly at the end of his endurance. Scully stopped immediately.

"You see Mulder? I have mercy. I can see that you can't stand it anymore. I stopped."

Mulder was still vulnerable, and he knew it. He was too strung out to fully appreciate the break. His nerve endings still sang with the tickle sensation. "Please, please!" he keened.

"I've stopped, Mulder." Scully pressed her hand firmly in the middle of his chest and spoke slowly and clearly. "If you don't want me to do that again, and NOT stop, tell me what you want me to do with the Astroglide."  Oh, she was so mean to him! But she fully intended to make it up to him.

At last Mulder was able to calm down and respond. She gently encouraged him to tell her the fantasy that he told no one else, ever. The one that made him feel that he was a sick man with unnatural desires. He gave in to her, he told her everything.

"I want you to touch my ass. In every way. With your hands, with your tongue, with your fingers. Do anything and everything. I want you to lick me. I even want you to...put your fingers...inside me."

She praised him lavishly for trusting her with his best kept secret as she released him and massaged the feeling back into his arms. She let him know that not only did she not think less of him for wanting such things, but she was as excited as he at the prospect of fulfilling those desires.  And she comforted him for his ordeal in the sweetest way imaginable.  Meanwhile, as they made love, she laid her plans for him. And plans for his delectable, delicious ass.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A few days later

Mulder stood uncertainly in Scully's doorway. She sat coolly regarding him from her couch, waiting for him to come in so she could pounce, he was sure. Today was the day. He was horribly nervous, and could not find the excitement that was usually so rife in him at the thought of her doing these kinds of things.

"Come in, Mulder." she invited finally.

He took a few steps in, and shut the door behind him.

"Lock it," she instructed.

Swallowing nervously, he did so. Now there was truly no escape. Without being bidden, because he knew it was expected, he moved slowly towards the couch where she sat. It was then that he noticed the bag next to her. He jerked in recognition, knowing it was filled with things she would use on him. He stopped a few feet from her.

"Did you take a shower before you came over?" How could her voice be so low; so silky and yet so rough at the same time? It was like a hand rubbed wrongways over his fine hairs, they stood on end.

"Yes." His own voice was rough and deep.

"Did you wash....everywhere?"

Oh God! Scully, you're killing me! Mulder's eyes squeezed shut. "Yes."

"Then come here."

Now came the moment he had previously longed for, and now dreaded. He had promised her this. Scully had decided that this would be the best way to give him what he wanted. But Mulder wasn't so sure he wanted it anymore.

"Undress," she added as he stood there uncertain how to start.

Mulder grabbed the neckline of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. His nipples puckered as the cotton fabric dragged over them. He stood holding his shirt, uncertain where to put it. Scully was silent, staring at his chest, so he just draped it over the arm of the sofa. With hands trembling so badly he could barely undo the buttons, Mulder unfastened his jeans and slid them down his legs. When he dared a glance at Scully, her gaze was traveling all over his body.

She liked what she saw.

He tucked his head down so she wouldn't see the smile that broke out on his face. Quickly, he worked off his sneakers and stood up to kick off his pants. He puffed out his chest a bit and thrust his hips forward so his cock filled out the front of his boxers nicely. After a only a few seconds of admiration, however, Scully imperiously ordered him to get on with it.

She was still in charge, despite the strip show he was giving her. Back to being uncertain, Mulder shed his last barrier and stood humbly before her. She crooked a finger at him in a "come here" gesture.

Naked, he laid himself over her lap, like a little boy about to receive punishment from his mother. But this was about much more than a spanking.  This was meant to be erotic and invasive and satisfying and humiliating all at the same time. Mulder noted the warm air on his bare skin. The fact that she had raised the heat in her home to make him more comfortable helped ease his nervousness.

He jerked when he felt her small hands caressing his buttocks. She ignored the movement. Scully stroked her palms leisurely over his ass, caressing and stroking, enjoying the way he alternately tensed and relaxed. Her touch became surer, stronger, until she was working the muscles in a massage.

Never before had Mulder received a butt massage. It implied a lot of trust to lay still and be touched so intimately. Scully was skilled with her hands. Before long, Mulder was utterly relaxed under her ministrations. He almost didn't notice when Scully stopped to delve into the bag at her side. But he did notice when a furry touch replaced the one of warm skin.

Scully wore a velvety mitt on one hand. She laid her bare hand on his lower back, firmly, and with the mitt she smoothed over his bottom in the same sweeping motion she had first employed. The sensation was amazing.  Warm, almost tickly, and very erotic.

Mulder squirmed and wiggled on her lap. He was getting excited. Now she spoke for the first time since they began. "Be still Mulder."

Instantly he obeyed her. There was no choice for him when she used that cold "stand down" voice of hers. When she had thoroughly mapped his hiney with the fur mitt, she took both hands off of him for long moments. He waited breathlessly.

Her finger began to stroke lightly over the crack of his ass. She teased him; sometimes her touch was so light he could barely feel it, other times she pressed harder, as if she was seeking entrance. After a bit, she pushed her finger against his sphincter. Mulder pulled away, and Scully immediately brought her hand down on his butt with a stinging slap.

Shocked, Mulder lay still as stone. The arousal that swept through him when he felt that ~crack~ against his skin brought back every fantasy he'd ever had of Scully exploring his most intimate of areas.

"I told you to be still." He didn't even need her to reprimand him in that tone. He would do anything for her right now.

Still, the incident made Scully lose her nerve. She went back to stroking his buttocks, but rather aimlessly now. Occasionally she would trace the cleft, but not nearly so confidently. He had to encourage her, and he knew the best way to do it.

Mulder began wiggling again, making as if he would crawl away. Startled, Scully clamped a hand on his upper thigh, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm not sure this is a good idea after all, Scully." He made sure to put juuuust enough shakiness in his voice to bring her out. She dragged him back in her lap with a "We'll just see about that, Mulder. I know how much you want this. Now let me touch you the way I want."

Pure cliche. She wasn't in the spirit enough to suit Mulder. He wanted Scully to let go and be the Kung Fu bitch he craved.  She was just parroting what she thought he wanted to hear. His next move would get her going. Raising his ass off of Scully's lap, Mulder waved it brazenly in the air.

<SMACK>

"Bad boy, Mulder! I told you to be still!"

<SMACK>

She brought her open hand down on his muscular rear again and again, enjoying the way his cheeks quivered and pinkened. Enjoying still more his guttural grunts and the way his stiff cock poked her inner thigh with each blow.

She stopped much sooner than she would have liked, but she didn't want to go overboard. The idea here was to pleasure Mulder, not hurt him. She could never hurt him.

"Is that sufficient? Will you be good now and let me do what I like?"

"Yes, Scully. Thank you." Mulder was certainly pliant now. He lolled limply against her thighs. Well, not completely limp.

Scully reached into her goody bag again and pulled out the one item she hadn't needed to buy. Mulder's tube of Astroglide was nearly empty, but there was enough to fulfill her goal. Putting a drop on the tip of her finger, she rolled it between her digits to warm it a bit. It didn't get sticky with friction the way her KY Jelly did.

She reached back down and gently pressed her finger back against Mulder's anus. He didn't resist this time, but moaned very low in his throat. His thighs quivered, but he controlled himself as she had instructed.

Her movements were gentle, persuading his asshole to open for her and let her penetrate him. The deeper she went, the tenser Mulder became. His sounds were high pitched, almost whiny.

"You can move now, Mulder. But only for enjoyment."

He mewled in response, pushing back against her hand eagerly. Sluttishly. Scully's finger slid so deep she thought it would hurt him, but by the way he was guiding her with his body's movements, fucking himself on her hand, she guessed not.

Mulder began rolling his hips until Scully's fingertip touched his prostate. She could tell instantly what the hard little bundle of nerves was, because Mulder gasped, and shook, and pushed back more frantically.

"Oh God! More! More fingers!"

A well opened in her belly, trickling wetness and breathless lust down into her panties. She slipped a second finger into him. The edge of her hand brushed his balls as she worked him, thrusting into him.

He was nearly wailing now, his head turned so most of the sound was muffled by the cushions of the couch. Slowly, Scully came to the realization that this was not enough. Mulder's cries were beginning to sound desperate. His straining was intense and jerky.

He couldn't come.

And neither could she.

This position, which had at first seemed so ideal, couldn't carry them to the proper conclusion. She couldn't reach his cock, which wept for attention in her lap, nor could he touch her. Somehow she had to fix that.

Withdrawing her fingers made Mulder peer at her curiously over his shoulder.

"Let's try something different, ok?"

He nodded, and moved blearily off the couch. Scully had him kneel in front of it, so that his upper body was draped over the seat and his ass stuck out invitingly. She gave him a pillow to kneel on, and got one for herself as well, just behind him.

She spread his cheeks open lovingly, revealing his small, puckered hole.  It was still relaxed from her earlier fingering. Mulder hissed in anticipation of her next move. Scully moved forward and let her tongue bathe him with long, wet swipes. At the same time, she wrapped a hand around his erection and stroked him.

He let his breath out on a shuddering sigh as she settled in to eat his ass. Briefly, she wished for French vanilla ice cream. It would go so well with his sweaty, salty taste. He was completely unable to control his vocal responses. Long and loud utterances of her name, God's name, and general cries and grunts rewarded her. He assured her many times that what she was doing felt good and wonderful.

He couldn't stop moving. He spread his thighs to give her better access, he pumped his hips in short, rhythmic strokes. And then he couldn't bear anymore. Subtly, he began to direct her.

"Oh please Scully! Will you suck my cock? And maybe...penetrate me more?"

He didn't say, 'use your fingers' she realized. He was hoping for one more item out of that bag. And she could give it to him.

With a last swirl of her tongue on his asshole and a last slide of her palm on his cock, Scully let go of him and moved so that her back was against the couch. She was eye to eye with Mulder. He looked crazed. His eyes were black and sweat slicked his brow. He was breathing in shallow gasps.

Scully waited until his eyes met hers. Then she reached up and behind her until she found the goody bag. Mulder's gaze tracked her questing hand.  She found the item she sought, the last thing in the bag. When she drew it out, Mulder had to turn his head aside, eyes squeezed shut, and breath deeply to stop from coming all over her face.

He didn't want to come yet. He very much wanted to enjoy the slim vibrator she held.

"A little more lubricant, Mulder? I want it to be slick so I can push it fast and hard in and out of your ass."

"Oh God, Scully!" Mulder shouted. Her polite, prim mouth saying such dirty things to him made him frantic.

She dabbed more Astroglide on the tip of the toy and pushed him backwards until his arms were outstretched and his hands gripped the edge of the couch cushions. She scooted down until she was level with his cock, which jerked in the direction of her mouth. Carefully, she reached around his hips and felt with one hand until she found his entrance and laid the tip of her finger against it. With her other hand, she brought the vibrator to bear on his ass and guided it inside.

As it nudged inside of him, Mulder clenched his teeth and swallowed repeatedly, struggling for control. Scully's lips parted and she slipped the head of his cock in her mouth. Thankfully, she did not suck, yet. She merely held him in her mouth until the toy was all the way inside him.  Only then did she begin to move, slowly thrusting the object in and out of his virgin asshole while hollowing her cheeks to take his swollen cock deeper and deeper.

He threw his head back, caught between the incredible sensations like a butterfly on a pin. Yet there was none of the pain such an image evoked, only ecstasy. Indeed, he was rocked so deeply with joy and pleasure that he was nearly cut by its intensity. He longed to push forward into the wet haven of her mouth, wanted to feel her tongue swishing along the underside of his shaft all the way to his balls. But at the same time, the pressure in his rectum caused a nearly uncontrollable desire to push *backwards*, until the slender tip of the toy rammed his prostrate gland.

Scully seemed to sense his dilemma, for she sucked him harder and, true to her word, began to thrust the vibrator aggressively into him. Pleasure washed over him, made the small hairs of his body stand up, made his thighs quiver and his lower back tingle and his ass cheeks clench.

Then she turned the vibrator on.

Mulder screamed. Then he wailed, and thrashed his head back and forth. He had only a few seconds to enjoy that *buzzing*, that intolerable *vibrating* against the bit of flesh that controlled his sexual and orgasmic responses, before he erupted into Scully's throat.

She held onto him for dear life. He was nearly choking her with the force of his climax, it was so strong. He seemed to have found some capacity for words, at least. "Oh GOD, oh GOD, oh GOD! Oh, YES! Ohhhh, I can't stop COMING!"

Exclamations that might ordinarily sound ridiculous, but when cried out in that breathless, roughened voice of *his*, it was enough to make her drenched pussy clench in love and desire.

He wasn't even ejaculating anymore, but the pulses continued to wash over him. She could feel the throbbing of his cock. "Oh God, Scully, I can't stop coming! I'm gonna die, oh dear God!"

He didn't sound terribly alarmed at the prospect of death by orgasm, but Scully became a tad concerned. She switched off the vibrator and slid it from his unresisting butt. Moving her mouth backwards on his cock enough to glance up and check his face, she saw that it was completely slack, and that his eyes had rolled back in his head until only the whites were visible. While she watched, his orgasm finally ended, and Mulder collapsed bonelessly to the floor, out cold.

Scully gaped at him, stunned. Quickly, she leaned forward to check his pulse and breathing. He was fine, he would probably come to in a bit, sleepy and content. Indeed, a small smile played around the corners of his mouth already. He looked happy and sated.

Which reminded her of her own, non-trivial problem. She was horny as all hell, and her lover was unconscious! Slowly, Scully looked from Mulder's slack face to the vibrator still in her hand. A wicked grin unfurled itself over her mouth.

Moving quickly, she washed the toy off in her bathroom. She really didn't want Mulder to come to while she was still using it, it would be embarrassing. But when she walked fast back into her living room, she found Mulder, aware, and curled up in a corner of the sofa. He was still naked, and when she slowed down and looked at him, he stretched like a cat.

Patting the space next to him invitingly, he murmured, "C'mere, Scully."

He knew. He knew how turned on she was, and he knew she had the vibrator.  Scully flopped down next to him, shoving it into the space between the cushions. Mulder hardly spared it a glance. "Good. Let's keep it close by, in case I want to use it."

Swiftly, he moved in close to her. As he worked open the buttons on her blouse, Scully cast a pointed look in his lap and suggested gently, "Shouldn't we wait awhile? I don't want to rush you, and I'm perfectly fine with hugging and kissing."  

Mulder looked puzzled. "Don't you want to make love?"

She pushed on his chest to make him sit back. Scully didn't want to insult or question Mulder's prowess, but he was in no shape to take on an aroused woman in her thirties. She reached down and took hold of his penis. Just as she thought, completely flaccid. She gave it a gentle squeeze and a tug, nothing. No pulse of excited blood. Not surprised at all, she looked at his face to gauge his reaction.

Mulder moved close to her again and this time focused on unfastening her skirt. Fresh arousal flooded her. Mulder was eager to make love to her, although he could not get it up. Which meant he had to think more about how to touch her and pleasure her. Which meant he would be more creative than usual. Also, he would not have his own excitement as a distraction and would be completely focused on her.

She was down to her bra and panties now. Mulder's mouth danced sensuously over her kneecaps  while his slender fingers kneaded her calves. Scully moaned and curled her toes against his chest, running her fingers through his thick dark hair. He moved up to her belly, and looked up at her. "Let's move to the bedroom, okay?"

"Planning on going to sleep, are you Mulder?"

He grinned lazily. "I just don't want to have to carry you when you collapse in exhausted satiation."

She laughed in delight, and they quickly gathered their clothes and went into her bedroom. Scully removed the last of her clothes while Mulder watched her from the bed with shining eyes. She moved closer, but when she would have lain next to him, he sat up, and held her close while nuzzling her breasts.

He pinched and fondled her buttocks, lazily slipped a nipple into his mouth and sucked slowly, deeply. Scully gasped in appreciation. She loved his slow approach to foreplay, but truly, making him scream and writhe and come had been preparation enough for her. "Put that mouth to better uses, Mulder."

He rested his chin on her breastbone to gaze into her face, grinning happily. She mussed his hair, giving him a goofy, little boy look that clashed with his lean, naked body. "Don't be in such a hurry, Scully."

His fingers curled around her hipbones. His mouth explored her belly from breasts to pubic bone with moist kisses. She let her head fall back, sighing and moaning to encourage him. Honestly, it felt as though he were *worshipping* her. His soft hair brushed against the undersides of her breasts, causing her  nipples to tighten even more. The slow cherishing, the deliberate foreplay, was intensifying her desire until the hollow feeling between her legs was an ache. She felt she could come at any moment. It would not take much to set her off.

"You smell so good," he said against her skin. "Like peaches dipped in fermented honey."

One red eyebrow arched in response to his absurd, poetic ramblings. How sweetly romantic of him. Then he fell backwards on the mattress, pulling her with him. Scully crawled up his torso with her knees on each side of him until she reached his head, then straddled his face eagerly. He already had his tongue out. Wonderful man. She lowered herself right onto it.

Mulder wasted no time. He used as much of his tongue as he could, trying to lick her everywhere at once. He brought his beautiful hands into the play too. With his right hand, he used a forefinger to delicately flick at her clit. With his left, he used two fingers to stroke inside her.

"Oh God it feels so good Mulder yeah lick me there yeah lick me oh god it's so good yeah come on lick me yeah lick me more" she chanted, moving faster over him.

His eyes were so bright, with love, with the excitement of watching her.  She felt they could light up her nights like no other light ever could.

His fingers bumped that magical spot inside her, sending sparks along her spine. And then she was coming and his tongue was stiff and thrust as deep inside her as he could make it go and she was yelling and grinding down on his face, probably choking him as he had choked her and Scully grabbed a handful of his hair and Mulder grabbed her hips and dug himself deeper into her and swallowed everything she had to give him.

She was frozen in a rictus of pleasure, spine rigid, head lolling on a neck too weak to support it. Scully was only vaguely aware of Mulder's hands sliding along her back to ease her down beside him. A whisper of silk, and her comforter was laid over their bodies, entwined in afterglow.

The next morning, when Scully awoke to hideous morning breath from Mulder and the beautiful sight of his stubbly faced bedhead on her pillow, she realized she had achieved "someday" and that this was her happy ending.

The End!