Aah Christmas - A Christmas Round Robin
by the Persuaders
Christmas was a week away and decorations hung cheerfully around the office. Skinner was relaxing at his desk eating cookies that Kim baked for him when, out in the hall, the voice of Agent Mulder was heard humming 'Jingle Bells'. Then, the refrain began.
"Jingle Bells,
Skinner smells,
Working is a drag.
The man who smokes,
I hope he chokes,
And Krycek got away, hey!"
Skinner nearly choked as he sprayed cookie crumbs over the surface of his desk, "MULDER!! Get in here! NOW!!"
Mulder froze in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat.
"Shit!", he said aloud.
He thought that Skinner was supposed to be out for the day. Mulder would never had went through the hall singing this stupid song, if he had known that Skinner was in his office. He looked around the hallway and noticed that everyone who was laughing a moment ago, had now disappeared. Mulder prayed that maybe Skinner wouldn't call him again, but who was he fooling? He took a few more steps away from Skinner's door, when he heard him bellow again.
"MULDER!"
"Damn!", he hissed, shaking his head. Mulder knew that Skinner was really going to give it to him. He could feel his stomach churning, as he turned to meet his doom. He began to walk back towards his boss' office. As he passed a few other agent's in the hall, they all gave him a look of pity. One even made the "Sign of the Cross".
Mulder swallow hard, as he placed his hand on the knob of Skinner's outer office door.
Skinner's voice was silky, and dangerous as hell.
"Mulder, I heard you singing in the hall... Nice, very nice. I'm afraid I haven't quite distinguished the words though. Care to repeat the song for me?"
"Uhh," Mulder said smartly. 'Haven't distinguished the words, my ass!' he thought. 'Yeah, right'.
"That wasn't a song," Skinner informed him pleasantly.
"I'm afraid I uhh... lost my voice".
"Oh, you are just being shy, that's all. Come on. You have a beautiful voice. Just start and you'll see how the song will flow."
Mulder clenched his fists and muttered: "Jingle bells".
"Very well!" Skinner encouraged. "And?"
"Uhhh... Jingle bells," he repeated, wondering what the hell he was going to do next.
He wasn't going to shovel his own grave so he stood his ground, silently.
Skinner smiled at him, encouraging him, but Mulder kept muttering "Jingle Bells", and nothing else.
"Well," his boss said after several minutes. "Maybe I should give it a try. Haven't had the opportunity to sing in quite a while so forgive me for any off-key tones but I think I remember the original lyrics. That might trigger your version, don't you think?"
Mulder murmured something, absolutely sure that nothing would make him sing his version of "Jingle Bells"! Until he heard Skinner's deep voice singing:
Jingle Bells
Mulder yells
While his boss spanks his butt
Lost cell phones
Impertinent tones
Has finally made me snap, yeah!"
Skinner grinned broadly, obviously pleased with himself. Boy, he had needed that badly! Mulder cringed. Well, this is personal! I'm taking on his challenge! And since this bastard had already heard my first version perfectly, I'm going to present another verse! One that'll make him wish he'd never started this silly little game!
Mulder opened his mouth and began to sing his second verse.
Skinner's eyes narrowed as Mulder clenched his fists, working up the courage to sing a verse that he knew would push his boss over the edge, but hey, he started this when he called me in here, Mulder thought to himself. Anger had now pushed reason and good judgement aside and Mulder began:
"Jingle Bells,
Go to Hell,
Sorry if I'm crass.
But, you got no hair,
And I don't care.
So you can kiss my ass!"
The pain that exploded in Mulder's left cheek caused him to stop abruptly. Skinner's hand came out of nowhere and now Mulder rubbed the sting out of his cheek as he backed away from his raging bull of a boss. Skinner's next move was to the belt at his waist and this did not go unnoticed by the shaken younger agent.
Mulder's hands went up defensively, "Whoa, wait a minute. Hold on there. W-what are you doing?"
Skinner said nothing as he pulled the belt from the loops fast enough that a distinguishable 'snap' was heard as the end cleared. The sound caused the hair on the back of Mulder's neck to stand on end. He turned for the door and in a flash, Skinner was past him and slammed the door closed.
Mulder jumped and quickly stepped out of reach. "Sir, is that mistletoe over your door?" There wasn't any, but he hoped a distraction of any sort might give him a chance to make a run for it.
"No Mulder. And the only kissing that will be going on is the kiss of my belt on your butt!" Skinner held out his right arm pointing in the direction of his desk, the doubled over belt dangling menacingly close to Mulder. "Desk! Now! Move!"
At just that moment there was a slight knock on the door and then it swung open revealing Kim on the other side. Both men were caught off guard and Mulder spoke up first as Skinner quickly lowered the hand holding the belt.
"Uhm...so, a size 36 belt in brown leather, gotcha'! I'll let Mrs. Scully know and maybe Santa will bring you one for Christmas."
"Wait!" Skinner shot back. "Why don't you take it with you so you won't forget what it looks like."
"Yes, Sir." With that, Mulder grabbed the belt and ducked out the office, narrowly escaping a red, sore backside. He made his way to the basement office intending to make himself 'invisible' for the next couple days. The phone rang as he was about ready to leave. Knowing it would be Skinner, Mulder ignored it and left.
Mulder's Apartment
Later that evening
Mulder slammed open the apartment door. Slammed it shut again and threw the belt into the dark living room.
"OUCH!
Mulder jumped, startled by the voice and quickly flicked on the lights.
He let out a sigh, relaxing his body from the sudden adrenaline rush.
"Alex! What are you doing here!"
Alex rubbed the side of his head where the belt buckle made contact.
"I said, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, uhm....nothing."
"Yea, right. Listen, I'm not falling for any of your tricks and I have
no information that you would find useful. So..."
"Really Mulder, I'm not here for anything like that. I. I...just, well,
I wondered." His head was bowed and he kicked his foot at something
unseen on the floor. "I wondered what you were doing for the Holidays."
He slowly lifted his eyes to meet Mulder's and for once Mulder actually
felt a little sorry for him.
"Oh. Well, I don't really have any plans yet, but I'm sure between
Scully and Skinner my holiday will be planned out with little or no say
from me. You could probably spend it with us. Did I just say that! Shit!
Scully's going to kill me Of course, I can't control how they will
react, but here's a tip. Just use that same look you just gave me."
"Hey, by-the-way, why did you throw your belt at me?"
"That's Skinner's belt." Mulder added with a rather sick look on his
face.
"Oh. OOHHH!" The meaning finally dawning on Alex.
Just then there was a strong knock at the door. "SHIT! That's him!"
Mulder panicked.
Alex bolted for the door, "I think I'll be going."
"No!" Mulder lunged after him. "Don't open the..."
Too late. Krycek ran square into Skinner's chest and just bounced back
into the room. "Well, well. If it isn't young Alex." Skinner pushed him
back into the room and closed the door behind him. Two pairs of eyes,
like deer caught in the headlights, stared back at him. "Well Alex, I'm
glad you could join us." He removed both his overcoat and jacket.
"Mulder, my belt please."
Mulder quickly scanned the room and finally noticed the belt under the
desk chair. He retrieved it and handed it to his rather angry looking
boss. Skinner gave him a hard look, not liking the fact that his good
leather belt was on the floor under a chair.
"Alex, go sit at the desk."
"But, I didn't do anything." Krycek whined.
"HA!, Alex, Alex, Alex. Don't lie to me. Knowing you as I do, I'm sure
you've done something to deserve a good hiding. So, when I finished with
Mulder, you get the honor of going next."
Alex's shoulders slumped, and, knowing better than to argue, he sat at
the desk, his backside already twitching.
Skinner grabbed Mulder by the arm and lead him to the back of the
stuffed sidechair. "You know what this is for young man. Get into
position."
Mulder lowered his trousers and started to lean forward. At the sound of
Skinner clearing his throat he stood back up and slowly lowered his
boxers. He again lowered himself over the back of the chair until his
elbows rested on the seat. At least Alex was in front of him and not
getting a better than necessary look at his soon to be reddened ass.
Skinner was still mad and the first lick of the belt showed it. It was
low and blistering hard. Mulder almost jumped up, but Skinner's left
hand pushed him back into position. "Stay there Mulder," he warned. "or
you'll get twice as many." He swung the belt again landing it in exactly
the same spot causing Mulder to yelp loudly. Skinner didn't talk between
the licks. They just landed fast and hard and all located on the lower
half of Mulder's burning butt. After the 20th whack, it was over. A
sobbing Mulder was pulled upright, his pants quickly raised and was
deposited on the couch.
"Aahhhh!" He jumped back up as his butt met the cushion only to be
pushed back down by Skinner, "STAY!" he demanded and quickly turned his
attention to Alex.
The look of shock on Alex's face was priceless. Skinner grabbed his
upper arm and began pulling him toward the chair Mulder had just been
over.
"Wait!" Alex fought the forward motion, but soon found himself at the
chair despite his struggles.
"Same position, Boy!" When Alex didn't move he added, "Don't make it
worse for yourself!" Krycek soon found himself face to face with the
damp chair cushion and a line of fire was painted across his cheeks. He
silently counted to himself trying to concentrate on something other
than the pain, but by the 10th searing whack of the belt, all on the soft
undercurve where butt meets thigh, Alex lost the fight. He yelped at
every lick thereafter and tears flowed freely down his cheeks mingling
with Mulder's on the cushion. At 20 he was also pulled upright, pants
roughly pulled up and deposited at the opposite end of the couch.
Mulder, in the meantime, had pulled his knees to his chest in an attempt
to relieve some of the weight on his aching backside.
Skinner waked into the kitchen and took a beer from Mulder's fridge. He
took a couple large swallows and tried to calm himself. After 5 or 10
minutes he was back to his normal self and took 2 more beers for the
unhappy pair on the couch. He sat down between the two younger men,
handing each one a cold beer. Alex opened his and took a big swig, but
Mulder set his down on the table next to him. The room was quiet except
for the occasional sniffle. Finally, Skinner put an arm around the
shoulders of each of them and pulled them in for a big hug. They fought
it at first, but then relaxed and snuggled closer, enjoying the embrace.
"So, why were you here Alex?" Skinner put his fingers under Alex's chin
and lifted his head till their eyes met.
"Well...I...I..."
"He wants to spend the Holidays with us." Mulder mumbled.
"Oh." Skinner looked at Alex. His face was flushed and his wet eyelashes
were so endearing that Skinner felt himself softening at an alarming
rate. "Sure! I think we can find room for one more and don't worry about
Scully. I'll warm her up to the idea." He gave them each a loving
squeeze and leaned back into the couch. Alex took another big swig of
beer wondering if spending the Holidays with Skinner was such a good
idea after all.
Fast forward:
Christmas Eve
Skinner's apartment
11pm
Skinner, Scully, Mulder and Krycek were all lounging around the tree.
The tree itself was beautiful. All four started the decorating, but one
by one the guys drifted off for one reason or another and Dana found
herself alone to finish it. She really didn't mind, they mostly were in
her way anyway. Not to mention the fact that Mulder had managed to drop
two really nice ornaments, shattering them and earning him a glare from
both Walter and Dana. Her last addition to the tree caught the attention
of both Fox and Alex. She had sprayed a thin crooked handle cane white
and wrapped red electrical tape around it so it looked like a big candy
cane. She hung it right on the front of the tree and Mulder hoped it was
only for decoration and nothing else.
Now Christmas music softly played, the presents were under the tree and
the warm glow of the Christmas tree lights softly lit the room. Fox and
Alex both wore T-shirts and flannel pajama bottoms. Skinner had on red
sweat pants and a white Henley top while Dana snuggled in her chenille
robe and bunny slippers. They drank wine, listened to Dean Martin
(Scully's favorite) and wondered what was in the wonderfully wrapped
packages under the tree.
At midnight Dana and Walter quietly left the room. A few minutes later
Dana returned, turned on the lamp and announced: "Well boys, time for
bed or Santa won't pay you a visit."
"Santa, shmanta," Mulder chuckled and took another sip of wine.
"Careful Mulder, or you might get coal in your stocking." Alex chimed
in.
"Stocking? I don't need no stinking stocking."
"Shhh, listen." Scully pointed toward the kitchen.
"Ho,Ho,Ho! Merry Christmas!" A rather fit, muscular Santa appeared. Both
Mulder and Krycek lost it. They laughed and rolled on the floor at the
sight of Skinner with a white beard and Santa hat.
"Oh Santa, could you check your list to see if these boys have been
naughty or nice?"
"Ho, Ho, Ho, sure thing." Santa Skinner pulled a piece of paper out of
his pocket. "Well Dana, you are on the top of the 'nice' list." Scully's
smile beamed across the room. "Hmmm, no....no...ahh, here's
Walter...uhmm, sorry, no Fox or Alex. I guess I'll have to check the
naughty list." Santa Skinner pulled another paper from his pocket. "Oh
my! Look! Both names right at the top of the list."
"Oh Santa, what will you do?" Scully almost couldn't contain the smile
that began at the corner of her mouth.
"Well, there's only one thing to do. Santa is going to have to give
each of them a spanking." He stood with his hands on his hips giving the
now quiet younger men a stern look. He pulled a straight back chair into
the room and sat down. "Fox, your name is first. Come over here young
man."
"C..Come on, you're just kidding, right?" Mulder stood, a worried
expression on his face.
"No young man, Santa doesn't kid around. Here. Now." He pointed to the
floor directly in front of him.
"Ohhh." Whined Mulder as he slowly moved to the indicated spot. Quickly
he was pulled across Santa Skinner's knee and positioned into the best
possible angle for spanking.
"Santa only spanks naughty boys on their naughty bare behinds." Skinner
said as he drew Mulder's pj's down to his knees. He rested his hand
momentarily on the soft white bottom cheeks that so invited a firm
spanking. "Shall we begin." He didn't wait for an answer.
SMACK!
"Shit!"
Skinner paused to watch the perfect handprint develop. "Christmas is
December 25th, so 25 spanks it will be and watch your mouth young man,
unless you want Santa to wash it out for you."
"No Sir! Sorry!"
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Mulder began to squirm and Skinner tightened his grip. He smacked his
hand down as hard as he could. Soon Mulder's backside was a nice
Christmas red and at the 25th spank he stopped. Mulder was softly
crying. "Dana, would you like to use your special candy cane now?"
Mulder's head shot up as he watched Scully get the cane from the tree.
Skinner held him tightly, still bent over his knee, giving Dana an
excellent target.
"No Scully! Don't!" Mulder sobbed.
"How many Santa?" She asked. She rested the cane across the middle of
Mulder's butt adjusting her distance so the springy end would land in
the middle of his left butt cheek.
"Five ought to do the trick. Then I can cross Mulder's name off the
naughty list."
"Okay, five it is."
"No Scully! Pleeeeease!" He felt the cane lift then heard the swish,
followed by a stinging line of fire that just increased more and more.
"OOUUCHHH!!"
Another line was added slightly lower.
"STOPPPPP!!"
And another.
"AHHHHH!"
"Watch your spacing Dana." Santa adjusted Mulder slightly forward to
make the lower curve fully available.
The fourth and fifth lines landed nearly on top of each other right near
the crease and Mulder's legs shot straight out.
"AHHHHH! AHHHHH!"
"There, there." Santa Skinner patted the painfully striped bottom before
him. "Now you can open all the presets Santa brought for you in the
morning." Skinner helped Mulder to his feet and stood him in front of
the Christmas tree, his pants still at his ankles. "Hands on your head
and no rubbing." he warned.
"Now Alex, Santa will deal with you."
Alex stood there with his mouth hanging open. He wanted to run, but
somehow his feet seemed glued to the floor. He felt like he was in some
kind of bad dream as he was bent over Santa's knee and felt his pants
lowered, his bare backside exposed and waiting for punishment. That
is, until the first spank landed.
SMACK!
Alex couldn't believe that this was just Skinner's hand. It felt as hard
as a paddle. He threw his hand back to cover his butt and looked over
his shoulder and saw it was only Skinner's hand that packed such a
wallop.
"No, no Alex." Santa Skinner pulled the hand away and trapped it against
Alex's lower back. "That just cost you 5 extra spanks." The spanks began
raining down and Alex struggled to get free, but found that in this
position he was totally at Santa's mercy. At the end of 25 spanks,
Alex was crying. The last 5 were the hardest yet and all placed in the
center of the two very red cheeks as Santa held them open. This new area
caused Alex to howl loudly.
Mulder was very happy he didn't put his hand back there.
Dana was back with the cane and asked Santa if she could give Alex one
extra stroke based on the fact that they weren't sure of all the bad
things he had done that year. Santa Skinner agreed and shifted Alex
forward, tightening his grip.
"One!" Dana yelled as the candy cane crashed down.
"OOWWWW!!" Cried Alex.
"Two!"
SWACK!
"Three!"
SWACK!
"Four!"
SWACK!
"Ohhhhh! STOOOOOOPPPP!"
"Five!" Dana paid no attention.
SWACK!
"And finally." she moved to her right a little. "SIX!" The sixth stoke
fell diagonally across all the other lines causing the pain to return to
each of them.
Alex joined Mulder in front of the tree ad the two punished backside
were a sight to behold. They were glowing just as brightly as the tree.
After both had regained their composure they were sent off to bed. They
were not happy campers.
Very early Christmas morning
5:00 am
Mulder was awakened by a loud thud. He rubbed his eyes and noticed Alex
at the side of his bed rubbing his shin having run into the bed in the
early morning darkness.
"What are you doing Alex?"
"Shhhh! Don't wake up Skinner." Alex kneeled at the side of the bed, his
butt still to tender to sit. "When I was a kid, we would go down and
shake the packages and try to guess what was inside. You want to join
me?"
"Are you nuts! What if Skinner hears us? I don't know about you, but I'm
not sure I can sit as it is."
"Well, if you would shut-up he won't hear anything."
"Me shut-up? You the one banging into the bed."
"Oh Mulder, don't be such a worry-wart. C'mon, let's go."
Mulder rolled out of bed just as Alex was venturing out into the hall.
"Wait for me!" He whispered loudly. They crept along the hall on
tip-toes shushing each other as they moved along. Enough moonlight came
in through the windows to light the way. They both kneeled in front of
the tree and looked for a package with their name on it.
"Look!" Mulder held up a medium size package and shook it. "Darn,
nothing. Probably a sweater or something."
"Here's one!" Alex said with child-like excitement as he shook a
package. The sound of metal rattling caused him to frown. "Oooo, I don't
think I like the sound of that."
"Ha! That's probably the perfect thing for you!" Mulder teased.
They each picked up a couple more packages not realizing their voices
were getting louder until the light by the couch went on and both of
their heads snapped in that direction. It was Skinner and he looked
tired and pissed.
"Upstairs!"
They both shot past him and ran up the stairs. Skinner picked up the
first box Alex shook and took it with him. When he entered the bedroom
both Mulder and Alex were in bed, the covers pulled over their heads.
Skinner turned on the ceiling light and yanked the covers off the two
fake sleepers. He pulled them to their feet and stuck the brightly
wrapped package into Alex's hands.
"Open it!"
Alex didn't know what to say, so he opened the package. Inside he found
two pairs of handcuffs and a woven leather tube of some sort. He gave
Skinner a questioning look only to have the package yanked from his
hands.
"So, you two wanted to snoop, huh? Well, you can just enjoy this present
now!" Skinner removed the items throwing the box to the floor. "Both of
you turn around." They did slowly and soon had their hands cuffed behind
their back. Skinner pushed them both onto one bed, placing them on their
sides, facing each other. He quickly yanked down both pairs of pajama
bottoms, baring them from the waist down. He then held up the woven
leather tube. "I'm sure you both know how Chinese finger cuffs work,
don't you?" Both heads nodded. "Well then, this should be quite
interesting." He then worked the tube over Mulder's cock until it was
halfway in the tube. He then repeated the procedure with Alex's cock
until the tip of each touched in the center of the tube. The tube was
long enough to cover both cocks almost completely. Both Mulder and
Krycek flushed deeply as this close proximity began to arouse them.
Skinner landed five firm slaps to each available butt cheek. "That ought
to keep you occupied till morning." He turned off the light and headed
back to bed chuckling softly to himself. I really should get a
picture of that. The faint sound of voices could be heard behind him.
"Alex, stop moving!"
"Mulder, you have to work with me."
"Owww! I said don't move Alex!"
"Fox!"
"Alex!"
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