The Fest
Part One
Disclaimer: Mulder, Skinner, Scully and anyone else from the X files
don't belong to me, I just play with them a bit, the Danville people
are not mine either, I just get to play there thanks Red *s* and didn't
even break them, much. I own nothing but my computer and two
kids, and I do this all for free.
Note: Many of the events in the story actually happened, though not
to Fox in Real time *grins* but of course, some things were
changed to protect the innocent and get a certain young man's rump
roasted *grin*
Thanks to Joey and Claire for Betaing.
"Come on Fox, get a move on," Skinner called. "We should have
been on the road 20 minutes ago" as he checked his watch again.
"Be right there" Fox answered, putting his toiletries bag in
the suitcase and turning again to the computer screen. He
tapped out one more message. His clothing was still on the
bed waiting to be packed, but the last email from the
Gunmen was just too fascinating to ignore. It contained
photos of a vampire cult attending the prom of a prominent
high school. This could be big, one photo showed the
principal seeming to watch as the football coach sucked the
blood of the prom queen.
"FOX!"
The shout caused the younger agent to jump and startle
badly, knocking the laptop off the bed, only a deft catch
saved it from hitting the floor. "DAMN IT Jesus SHIT!!"
Grasping his chest, "You scared me out of 10 years
growth!"
Skinner folded his massive arms over his chest, and glared
at his son. "Fox William, watch your mouth! I told you, we
needed to leave by 3 to miss the rush hour traffic on the
freeway, so we can be to Danville in time for supper with
your grandparents as we said we would. You're not even
packed."
Fox blushed and begin putting clothing in the bag on the
bed, "Sorry Dad. I didn't realize how late it was, I will be
ready in a minute"
"You said that 20 minutes ago, son." Skinner frowned.
Fox bristled, "I said I would be ready. Geeze, just give me
a minute will ya?"
Sinner frowned again, and came to a decision, this whole
long weekend was going to go over much better if a certain
attitude was adjusted right now. "Too late," he said taking
firm hold of the young man's arm. Fox tried to pull away but
to no avail.
"You know how I feel about lying son." Skinner began.
Fox turned pale, then blushed as he realized what was
about to happen. "I'm sorry dad, it wasn't a lie actually, just
a misstatement. I meant to be ready ..."
Skinner sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his
charge, "I am sure you did son, but the fact remains that it
became a lie, and I will not tolerate lying, or that attitude I
got a moment ago. You know what to do."
"Noooo Dad .. come on, it wasn't really a lie, and we have a
long ride.." He didn't get to finish before Skinner barked out
the order "DROP EM NOW, FOX!"
Fox sighed softly as he undid his jeans, pushing them down
to his knees. He knelt beside his father. Skinner guided the
younger man over his powerful thighs into the right position,
then hooked one finger in waistband of the boxers. He
smoothly pulled them down to mid thigh. Pausing a moment,
his hand resting on the small of the boy's back. He raised
his other hand, "What is this spanking for Fox?" He asked
before bringing his hand down sharply right on the center of
his bottom.
Fox youched as the stinging from the swat was felt "For
lying to you."
Several swats followed, the stinging was definitely getting
stronger, "I will NEVER tolerate lying Fox." Each word was
punctuated by a pair of stinging swats as the AD's hand
moved over the younger man's rump, the flesh turning pink
in the process. "What else?"
Fox was squirming as the sensitive flesh of his rump was
tenderized by the older mans strong hand "For not being
ready when I said I would," he gasped as the spanks
moved down to the spot where his thighs and ass met.
"AND?"
"and making us late so we would be caught in rush hour
traffic"
The hand just kept slapping the red flesh. "You know we
are expected for supper, do you think we can just waltz in
wherever we want? There are other people counting on us
to keep our word."
Fox sobbed at the thought of his elderly grandparents and
the kids that were already there waiting, and hungry. "I'm
sorry," he sobbed.
Skinner knew his son was sorry but was determined to bring
this lesson home, "I know you are son, but commitments
are important, and breaking them is a form of lying."
Several stinging swats to the boy's thighs followed. Fox
was squirming and jumping around, easily held by his strong
father, "What else" the older man asked, still letting the
sharp stinging blows fall.
Fox was at a loss for a moment, then flushed as he
remembered, sobbing out, "For swearing at you and giving
you attitude."
Skinner punctuated these words with stinging smacks,
evening out the color in Fox's rump, scolding as he did,
"don't EVER speak to me in that manner. We have talked
about your language and respect both. You will learn to
think before you speak." The last few spanks landed on the
tender sit on spot then he gently rubbed the sobbing man's
back in slow circles as he cried.
"I-I-I'm sorry Daddy" the sobbing words came.
Walter Skinner suppressed a smile, having taken no
pleasure in spanking his son, but knowing a lesson had to
be enforced. Still the old familiar endearment warmed his
heart. Gently he moved the boy from his lap and enveloped
him in a warm tight hug, soothing him," Its over now son .."
Fox sobbed against his fathers chest, his bottom stung like
fire. It was just a hand spanking, but it seemed to hurt more
than the cursed belt at times. "I'm sorry I'm sorry" He said
over and over.
"I know you are son," Skinner spoke gently, tightening his
hug around the young man, "I know you are." After several
minutes Skinner helped Fox to move back and gave him a
moment to adjust his clothing. He heard the hiss as the
fabric touched the sensitive flesh. Skinner handed Fox
several tissues. "Blow," he commanded. Fox took a
moment, wiping his face before blowing his nose and
deposited the used tissues into the wastebasket beside the
bed.
Skinner then took his son's arm, and moved him to the
bathroom. "I don't ever tolerate that kind of language," he
said as they moved.
Fox's eyes grew wide as he realized where they were
going. "No, please. You already punished me," he
protested.
Skinner kept him moving to the bathroom and picked up the
bar of Ivory soap "Yes, and this is for reinforcement.
Open."
The command in the older man's voice was unmistakable.
Fox reluctantly opened his mouth and grimaced as his dad
shoved the bar of soap in his mouth, scraping it along his
teeth and working it around, before setting it back on the
sink. "That kind of language has never been acceptable
Fox. You know that, a clean mouth is what is needed here"
the arid bitter taste making Fox gag a bit. Walter turned his
son around and with a firm swat to his rump said "Corner.
Now." He propelled the boy back to his room and into a
corner, the soap taste making Fox gag.
Fox hated this, standing in the corner like a naughty child.
Standing straight, his hands at his side, wanting to rub his
sore rump but knowing better, not daring to move as he
listened to his dad packing his bag behind him.
Skinner looked at his son in the corner, knowing the childish
punishment would reinforce the lesson his strong right hand
taught the young man's rump.
Skinner had Fox's bag packed in moment, double checking
what the younger man was bringing; socks, underpants,
jeans and shirts, toiletries, sweats and his swimming suit,
dress pants and a tie. He grimaced at the collection, and
took the least offensive one, making a mental note not to let
his son go tie shopping without him. As he zipped the bag
closed, Skinner turned to his still son, "Go ahead and rinse
now, Son," he said gently.
Fox bolted from the corner into the bathroom, wiped the
soap from his mouth and rinsed several times. He knew
from long experience that the soap taste would last a while,
and silently berated himself for letting his mouth get the best
of him, again.
Fox felt a presence behind him and knew it was his Dad.
He turned. "All ready now?" Walter asked.
Fox nodded "Yes, sir." Slight hesitation tears sprang to his
eyes again. "I'm sorry, sir."
Walter pulled his son in to a bear hug "It's over now Fox,
forgiven even before the punishment started."
Fox hugged his Dad, never feeling as safe and loved as
when he was in his dad's arms, being crushed in a mighty
hug.
Walter patted the young man's back and tousled his hair.
"Let's get going, son. You might want to bring a pillow for the
trip."
Fox blushed and nodded, "Yeah .. might be a good idea,"
he conceded. "I love you, Dad."
Walter hugged his boy again tightly. "I love you too, son."
He kissed his son on both cheeks in the old Russian style.
Fox blushed again, and moved to get his bag and pillow.
Yoda was being boarded at the vets this week, a victim of a
nasty run in with another dog who got in the yard though a
hole in the fence. Fox and Walter had heard the noise and
gotten out there, stopping the attack but not before Yoda
had a couple of nasty bites. In lieu of having to take the
injured dog to Danville, they accepted the vets offer to
board the dog at the office. There Yoda could get first rate
treatment.
Walter came out with his own bag, and stopped at the
kitchen to get the small cooler. He had filled it earlier with
bottles of iced tea and bottled water, and the thermos of
coffee. He did a quick security trip around the house then
walked out the door, a glance back at his son brought him
up short. "Leave the laptop here, Fox," he said. "This is not
a working holiday."
Fox heaved a sigh, but set the laptop down on coffee table
knowing better than to argue after what just happened. He
would just have to call the Gunmen later on his cell phone.
Despite the late start, the pair managed to miss rush hour
traffic and made it to Danville just before dinnertime at the
Skinner home. Even before Walter's jeep came to a stop,
Skinners were pouring out of the house, kids clamoring
around, adults all talking at once. Fox and Walter managed
to talk to everyone at once, hugging and kissing each
member of the large brood, laughing at the antics of little
ones, hearing all the news at once.
Finally Rachel, Walter's mother put a stop to the noise "All
right everyone. We have a supper to get on the table.
Walter, Fox, go get unpacked."
Immediately everyone began moving. Walter and Fox
turned back to the jeep, pulling out their bags. Walter's
younger brother Joe paused at the passenger's side of the
jeep and lifted out the pillow, speaking in a low teasing
voice, "Want me to put this on your chair, Fox ?"
Fox's face colored at his Uncle's teasing and he shook his
head. "You just mind your own rump," Walter interjected, "or
you will be the one needing the pillow little brother."
Joe laughed and moved the pillow to the back seat, out of
the way.
Fox dropped his bag on the day bed of the small study that
was his room whenever he visited. He smiled as the feeling
of comfort and familiarity filled him, the pictures of the
Skinner clan and Fox surrounded him. Each one had a
special memory, and brought a smile to the young man's
face. This was home, the same as the safe house was.
Fox opened his bag and began unpacking, putting away the
items in a quick efficient way. He blushed deeply to the
roots of his hair as he pulled out the hair brush, there was
no way HE had packed it. Walter was reminding the
younger man to be on his best behavior. Fox left hairbrush
in the bag, no way was he going to leave that thing setting
out.
Turning around, he blushed again seeing his Dad standing
in the door watching him. Walter smiled and pulled his son
into a hug, "You don't have to leave it out, just a reminder,
son." he said, then tousled the boy's hair. "Mom just sent up
word that if we don't come down to dinner now, she is
tossing it to the pigs."
Fox laughed, since the Skinners didn't have pigs, but both
men moved down the stairs.
Dinner was a noisy affair, everyone talking and laughing,
eating the fried chicken with mashed potatoes and good
thick gravy, corn on the cob with melted butter, salad and
fresh baked biscuits. Walter laughed and talked with his
family keeping one eye on his son, smiling as he saw the
younger man eating a good meal without a fuss for a
change. Fox didn't always eat well, but for some reason the
food his Gram made was always so good, he ate well, and
was pleasantly full when dessert of strawberry shortcake
with whipped cream was presented.
"Gram, you always make the BEST food," Fox said as he
dug into his shortcake. Everyone else agreed and Rachel
smiled, it did her heart good to see her too thin grandson
eating so well. Walter grinned and teased his son "Ohh, I
see and now my cooking isn't good enough for you,"
laughing. Fox laughed, knowing his dad was teasing, "KFC
is not the same as Grams chicken, Dad" Walter roared
with laughter even harder than before and slapped his thigh.
"You got me there son, Mom's cooking is always the best"
Later on the porch, Fox turned to his Dad "You never did tell
me what holiday we are here to celebrate Dad, not that we
need a reason to come, but it isn't a regular holiday."
Walter didn't suppress the smile and looked over at his son,
"Your right, its not a regular holiday, but it is a tradition."
"Ohh? What tradition" Fox asked.
Joe looked up and grinned, "One that has been going on
for, what do you think Walter, 15 years now?"
"More like 20," the youngest brother, Andy chimed up.
Fox looked to each of his uncles in turn, then again asked
"What tradition?"
"Better tell Him Walt, so he can get his fitting before its too
late" Joe said, grinning.
"Fitting for what?" Fox asked, looking from one uncle to the
other, then to his father and back again. "What's going on?"
to be continued