TITLE: Disciplinary Measures *or* I've Been a Bad, Bad Girl (1/1) AUTHOR: Evielouise EMAIL ADDRESS: evielouise@hotmail.com RATING: NC-17 DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: I'd prefer to know where it's going, but it's not absolutely necessary. CATEGORY: S KEYWORDS: Skinner/Scully (No romance here, boys and girls. Just highly unlikely erotica. But even though Mulder's not present, there's a hint of M/S UST and other good stuff.) SPOILERS: post-Triangle fic SUMMARY: Remember how uppity Scully got with A.D. Skinner in Triangle? The argument in Skinner's office complete with slamming doors, not to mention that spectacular elevator scene? Well, now she must pay for her insubordination. Mmm-hmm... Cheap, tawdry, and tongue-in-cheek, in more ways than one. CONTENT WARNING: PWP-100% pure, unadulterated smut. And this one's a little kinky, folks. Consider yourself warned. It's so far beyond the realm of possibility that I'm embarrassed to have written it. But just keep in mind that they're two very consenting adults. DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em. Wish I did. FEEDBACK: It's what makes writing fanfic worthwhile and fun. Please email me! AUTHOR'S NOTES: Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, I'm a die-hard Shipper. But since I adore Waaaalter so much, I thought I'd stray from the MSR fold just this once and let Skinner have a go at Scully. And does he ever. Although, admittedly, there are definite Shipper leanings in various places throughout the story. This one's for Sonya, who loves Skinner almost as much as I do. She's my Super!Beta and did an insightful quickie-read for me just so's I could get this baby posted. And as always, this is also for A & J, my smutty soul sisters at the Bimbo Nympho Alien Junior League. But, in the end, Kendra made me do it. And she doesn't even read fanfic... ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ DISCIPLINARY MEASURES *or* I'VE BEEN A BAD, BAD GIRL (1/1) "But I only need a moment of his time," Scully beseeched. A feeling of dejavu swept over Scully as Kimberly refused her entrance to Skinner's office for the second time this week. "I'm sorry, but the Assistant Director is unable to see you right now." This time, Skinner's assistant anticipated Scully's bold attempt to charge into his office, and effectively blocked her way with a firm arm barring the doorway, smiling tightly. "I'll give him the message that you came by, though." Scully's frustrated tone rang out, "I explained to you, Kimberly, that I just need to see him for a minute. I know he's in..." Skinner's face suddenly appeared at the doorway wearing a decidedly vexed expression. "Agent Scully, please step into my office." He nodded to his assistant, "Thank you, Kimberly." Rubbing his eyes tiredly beneath wire-rimmed spectacles, he added, "You may take your lunch break now. And I don't wish to take any incoming calls while you're gone, so take care of that before you leave, please." "Yes, sir." Scully was at the receiving end of Kimberly's icy stare as she stalked back to her desk and picked up the phone. Skinner hurriedly closed his office door and whirled on the diminutive red-haired agent, hands on his hips. He hissed, "What the hell is the matter with you, Scully? I made it very clear earlier this week that I am no longer your superior and that I am to have no contact with you or Mulder whatsoever. Are you trying to put my ass in a sling?" Scully took a step back at his outburst. "But, sir, I just wanted to thank..." He gave a weary sigh and scowled at her. Her face was confused as she confronted him in irritation, "You were at the hospital just yesterday..." "I made a discreet visit to the hospital to make sure Mulder wasn't broken into so many pieces this time that we'd never be able to put him back together again. That's quite different from you parading into my office for everyone to see." Scully's mouth dropped open before she managed to school her expression into a steel mask. "Parade?!" she said stiffly. "What exactly do you mean by that, sir?" His face suddenly loomed over her menacingly and she unconsciously took another step backwards until her back was against the wall. She hated herself for revealing any weakness to him, and her chin jutted upwards defiantly as he spoke impatiently through gritted teeth, "Scully, I think that you of all people would realize that there are very powerful men who do not wish to see me associating with you, and there could be severe repercussions if anyone finds out what I did to help you locate Agent Mulder." "Fine, then," she replied contemptuously. She made a move as if to leave, but he shifted his impressive weight and blocked her way. She shot him a suspicious look. He uttered fiercely, "Don't judge me." "I'm not judging you, sir." "I can see it in your eyes." "Actually, sir, to tell the truth, I'm growing a bit weary of your alternately hot and cold attitudes towards Mulder and me." She took a fortifying breath and peered accusingly at him as she spoke. "I never quite know if you're going to be working with us, or against us." He was silent as he glared hotly at her. She sighed in defeat, "I'll leave. Wouldn't want to get your ass in a sling now, would we?" She placed a firm hand against a broad chest unyielding as granite, narrowing her eyes at him as he refused once more to move aside. "I think I proved my loyalty to you three days ago, Agent Scully." "Yeah, well, that was this time. What about next time?" She stared defiantly at him. "Sir." A powerful fist pounded forcefully against the wall over her head, startling her, as Skinner leaned closer into her personal space. "If you only knew what I've done for..." He halted, biting back the rest of his sentence. "What?" "Nothing." He desperately wanted to change the subject. "Don't tell me you don't appreciate the strings I pull for you and Agent Mulder." His hand unconsciously touched his lips briefly before he continued, "You sure seemed extremely grateful to me back in that elevator." He paused meaningfully. Scully's breath caught as she remembered her rash reaction to Skinner's last-minute gift of Mulder's coordinates at sea. Her kiss had merely been an unthinking gesture of relief. Hadn't it? She told him so. "Oh yeah? Would you have done the same thing if it had been Kersh giving you the coordinates? Or Jana Cassidy?" Her mouth dropped open but she could think of no worthy reply. He smirked. "I didn't think so." "You arrogant...How dare you!" She tried to appear forceful, but she was feeling anything but as Skinner was still leaning heavily into the wall behind her, his muscular form towering over her. Much to her chagrin, his extreme proximity was making her a bit light-headed and her breathing was becoming annoyingly irregular. She fervently hoped he didn't notice. But Skinner was carefully gauging her every reaction. He demanded, "Would you have kissed Kersh on the mouth like you did me, Agent Scully?" She could feel his hot breath burning her cheek as he spoke. "Sir, I..." she began weakly, but ceased talking when Skinner's finger traced from the hollow of her throat down to the first button of her shirt. She gasped quietly. His finger trailed even lower to the button between her breasts. "Is this for me, Agent Scully?" She looked down and winced in embarrassment when she noticed her hardening nipples giving her away through the thin white material of her blouse and satin bra. Unfortunately, she'd left her jacket back at her desk. She was paralyzed as his eyes drank in the sight of her unwilling arousal. "Why did you come here today, Scully? You could have thanked me at the hospital yesterday." "I..." She trailed off and her tongue darted out to wet her upper lip nervously as he moved closer. His large hands were surprisingly deft as he began unfastening her small buttons one by one. He glanced piercingly into her eyes after each was loosened, and when she did not move to stop him, continued to the front clasp of her bra. Her chest heaved raggedly, and she closed her eyes as he pushed the delicate satin material aside to gaze at her with glittering, dark eyes. "Agent Scully, would you have ever let Kersh look at you like this?" His exploring hands warmly engulfed her soft flesh. She moaned softly. "Has Mulder ever touched you this way?" Her eyes jerked open in sudden anger and confusion, and she hastily pushed him away. "Get your hands off of me." He grabbed her wrist roughly. "What's the matter, Scully?" She attempted to pull her shirt closed as she headed for the door, but Skinner was quicker and his hand clicked the lock in place before her unbelieving gaze. "For privacy, Agent Scully," he gruffly explained. "I'm leaving." "No, you're not. Not until we talk." "I don't think talking is what you have in mind, sir." "Agent Scully, if I'm not mistaken, a minute ago you were very much enjoying yourself." His tone was supremely frustrated. Her cheeks burned. "Don't presume to tell me what I enjoy and do not enjoy, Director Skinner." "Don't jerk me around, Scully. Why don't you forget you're an FBI agent for once and just be a woman?" He scowled at her furious expression. "Scully, like you told me a few days ago, why don't you get your head out of your ass?" She flew at him in outrage, ready to take out a piece of his hide, but his speed and strength were superior to hers. Her nails raked his cheek, drawing blood as he held her tightly against his body. He began fumbling in a desk drawer as she struggled futilely against his chest. With a shock of realization, she felt cold steel click in place around her small wrists. This could not be happening. The bastard had actually handcuffed her! To her surprise and dismay, she felt a disconcerting rush of warmth and wetness pooling between her legs as he grasped the chain binding her wrists, and pulled her so close that she was nearly overwhelmed by the masculine scent of his skin. He enunciated his words carefully, "You are not leaving here just yet." She at last found her voice and breathed shakily, "I'm not, am I?" He gazed at her intently, whispering fiercely, "Scully, you know I would never make you do anything you didn't want to." She nodded her head weakly as he rubbed her wrists beneath the cuffs, then reached for the keys in his desk drawer to release her. "No." His brows lifted in surprise, "What did you say?" "Leave them," she whispered. He blew out a breath contemplating her unexpected request as he pressed nearer, closely examining her expression, his warm breath brushing her face . She felt faint for a moment, and leaned into his body heavily, eyes closing and lips parting to accept his mouth. Which frustratingly never came. She opened her eyes in disappointment, looking up into his stony expression. He said menacingly, "You know, Agent Scully, you've been a very bad girl." Her breath caught in her throat, but she managed to murmur softly, "I have?" "Yes, you have. You've insulted me numerous times in the last few days." She countered unforgivingly, "You deserved it. Every word." He put a finger firmly against her lips, silencing her. "Not to mention endangered my career and possibly my very life." "Coward," she muttered under her breath, shooting him an insolent look. "See? Unrepentant, as usual." Her jaw set in a determined line as she retorted, "What are you going to do about it? Sir." A shiver ran down her spine at his next words. "You need to be punished, Agent Scully." The threatening look he gave her made gooseflesh ripple deliciously over her skin. Before she had a chance to utter another word, Skinner had bent her at the waist, facedown over his desk, one hand lifting her skirt over silky thigh high stockings and roughly past her waist, the other hand jerking her panties down to puddle in the floor. Blue eyes widening in shock, Scully gasped as cool air caressed her ivory skin, Skinner's eyes scrutinizing her exposed flesh. Then, pinning her body to the desk with the weight of his own, he was whispering salaciously in her ear from behind, "*Have* you been a bad girl, Agent Scully?" She gasped and answered hesitantly, "Yes, sir." Scully cried out with the first slapping sting of his large hand on her softly-rounded bottom, and she felt strangely drunk with a consuming desire for more. He adjusted his glasses and squinted his eyes at the small, half-naked, curvaceous form bound in handcuffs and draped over his desk as he demanded, "Do you still believe I deserve your accusations?" She retorted sullenly, "Of course." Skinner growled at her, "Agent Scully, you verge on insubordination at times. You're going to have to learn to control that smartass mouth of yours." She lifted herself on her elbows and looked back at him, where he waited impatiently, hands on hips, for her permission to continue their illicit power games. She did so wordlessly, lifting her bottom higher in the air. He spanked her soundly, and she muffled her wanton cries of pain in her forearms, bare breasts pressing through her open shirt into the hard, smooth surface of the desk, the cold metal of the cuffs soothing her fevered brow. ..................... Her desire-fogged brain realized that Skinner was speaking to her. She raised her heavy head from her arms as if in slow-motion and glanced back at her former boss. Astonished at her own behavior, she was incredulous that a distinct, persistent aching in her clitoris was keeping time with the throbbing of her stinging behind. "Did you say something?" she inquired testily, feeling betrayed by her own body's reaction to this fantastic situation, and she started to rise. "You're not going anywhere, Scully. We're not through yet." His beefy fingers flexed over her buttocks and down her silk-covered thighs, heatedly touching every available inch of soft skin. She gasped as his hand slipped between her unsteady legs, gathering moist evidence of her increasing arousal. He laughed wickedly, low in his throat, and pressed his body over her own once again, murmuring in her ear, "You really are a naughty girl, Agent Scully. I think you enjoyed that a little too much." Breathing in her heady scent, he lazily sucked her slick juices from his long fingers. Observing his unrestrained, lascivious actions, an involuntary moan issued from her suddenly dry throat. He rasped, "Do you know how many times I watched you sitting in that chair?" Scully's eyes lit on the two seats she and Mulder had always occupied when they'd reported personally to Skinner's office. He insinuated hotly, "You'd sit there in your prim little suits, all starched and buttoned down." His hand searched beneath her to close over a soft, heaving breast, and she was surprised to feel his hand tremble as he said, "And I'd wonder what you looked like underneath those very proper suits." He rolled a taut nipple between his fingers, and she groaned and pressed her chest further into his grasp. He buried his nose in her hair. "What you'd smell like." He rose and stood predatorily over her. She twisted her head and looked wide-eyed back at him as he growled, "What you'd taste like..." With sudden urgency, he wrapped one arm around Scully's waist and lifted her effortlessly, while the other arm swept the scant contents of his desk-- pen, mail, lamp, files-unceremoniously to the floor. He placed her bodily on the desktop and commanded, "Get on your hands and knees." "Why?" she asked nervously. "Just do as I say, Scully." She watched as he determinedly removed his suit coat and threw it over the back of a chair. She caught an intriguing glimpse of bulging veins running along well-muscled forearms as he rolled up his shirt sleeves. "Lay your head on your arms." "But..." "Just do it." Skinner removed his glasses, revealing striking, dark eyes as they swept lustfully over her form. He ordered, "Spread your knees farther apart. Arch your back." Her previous feeling of exposure had been nothing compared to now. Scully's face burned at the image of the picture she must be presenting at that moment, yet she also trembled in anticipation as she sensed him bending over her, then felt his breath brush tantalizingly across her aching flesh. At last, she felt Skinner's thumbs parting her slickened folds, and his hot tongue was swirling over her sex. Scully cried out at the overwhelming sensation, and this only served to encourage him as he moaned in hunger, laving and sucking greedily. He went on and on, endlessly licking and nipping, burying his face insatiably between her legs, until Scully thought she'd be truly devoured. Her thighs began trembling uncontrollably as Skinner's thumb tirelessly massaged her swollen clit, and she knew she was close to orgasm. When his tongue began thrusting into her opening repeatedly, she cried out in anguish, "Stop...please." Lost in his own blinding hunger, he did not hear her and sucked her engorged clit none too gently between his teeth. She grunted and twisted away from his ravenous mouth, lifted herself on her elbows, the handcuffs now chafing her wrists harshly. His expression was one of barely restrained desperation as he rasped breathlessly, "What is it?" "I want..." she trailed off as she lost confidence. "Spit it out, Scully. Tell me what you want." His stern expression demanded a response from her. She took a cleansing breath and sat up, spreading her legs wantonly before him. "I want you inside me." Unable to respond, his inflamed eyes raked over her nakedness. She repeated impatiently, "I want you to fuck me, Skinner." Her brazen demand galvanized him into action, and he wasted no time unbuckling his belt until she stilled his hands firmly. "Wait." He looked at her questioningly, and then she nodded towards his large leather desk chair, the one he'd been imperiously seated in during so many uneasy meetings together with her and her partner. "I want it there." One corner of his mouth turned up at her unusual request as he rapidly shed his pants and briefs. She swallowed hard at the sight of his fully engorged length. Momentarily she was concerned about their size difference, but those thoughts were quickly swept away as he hoisted her into his strong arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He sat in the luxurious high-backed chair with Scully sitting in his lap as she looped the handcuff chain behind his neck and caressed the dark, silky hair at the back of his head with shaking fingers. "You wanna' take those off now, Scully?" "No time." Her crystal blue eyes glittered at him before her lips descended hungrily on his for the first time. Their tongues tangled together, fighting for dominance, lips sliding wetly across one another, breath coming in desperate gasps. She raised herself on her knees as Skinner's palms cupped her ass and she poised her opening over his erect shaft. His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth as he teasingly stilled her body with two strong hands. "Ah, ah, ahh... What are the magic words, Agent Scully? Remember you've been a bad agent, and I think you still deserve to be punished." She purred at him, flame-colored hair falling in her eyes, "If you consider this punishment, sir, then you can take disciplinary action against me..." She ground her slick crotch against his lap rhythmically as he groaned. "...Any. Time. You. Want." He gasped, "That's magic words enough for me, Scully." She teased maddeningly, "Oh, wait..." She wet her lips with her tongue. "The magic words are, 'Fuck me, *sir*.' How's that?" The beginnings of a smirk were wiped from her face as Skinner gritted his teeth ferociously, grabbed her hips and impaled her on his hard, pulsating cock. She cried out with pain at his first invasion of her tight opening. The feeling of fullness took her breath away and she leaned heavily against his chest as she waited for her inner muscles to adjust. Skinner's hand caressed her back beneath her shirt as she tried to steady her breathing and relax. "You ok?" he asked quietly. Her voice was muffled on his shoulder. "Been awhile." "I thought that you and Mulder..." "No," she bit out, halting further speculation on the matter. His tone was nearly repentant. "I'm sorry, Scully. I didn't know. I'll be more careful." She glared at him, "Don't be. I'm fine." She thought of how exasperated Mulder always became when she answered with that pat response. Mulder, who at that very moment was lying injured in a hospital bed. Mulder, who had confessed in a drug-induced haze that he loved her. He *loved* her. And she had turned away in confusion. Skinner interrupted her thoughts, "You're always 'fine', Scully. Why can't you..." She cut him off irritably, "I don't want to talk about it. I just want to fuck." His furrowed brow was the only indication he made of his surprise at her blunt language, a side of Scully he'd never witnessed before. She halted further discussion as she began determinedly moving slowly up and down his impressive length. They both groaned at this delicious new sensation, and his eyes examined her unreadable face as she glided over him. His gaze wandered leisurely down her body to where they were joined together. "Scully..." he rasped. "Don't talk," she sulked, and squeezed her inner muscles, causing him to moan in ecstasy. His hands enveloped her waist, supporting her as she thrust her body onto his, her pace becoming more frantic with each passing minute. Her skin became slick with perspiration, and she once again felt her inner muscles becoming taut with arousal. Her back arched as she undulated over his lap, her bare breasts thrusting forward into Skinner's eager mouth. He suckled and bit her nipples as she cried out in exquisitely painful pleasure. Scully became desperate for release and unwound her handcuffed arms from around Skinner's neck. She reached down between them, her fingers moving rapidly over her clit as their bodies ground together. Scully closed her eyes and, unbidden, a vision of her partner's sweet face as he'd confessed his love came to her again, and her mind chanted MulderMulderMulder... The first wave of her orgasm washed relentlessly over her as rhythmic contractions made her body seize. She was barely aware of Skinner's hand over her mouth muffling the wail that escaped her lips. This seemed to trigger his own release, and she felt his hot seed spilling into her as he bit off his own hoarse cry through gritted teeth. She lay limply against his chest, unable to move for several long moments, reveling in the delicious throbbing ache between her legs. She'd be sore for days now. And in more places than one. She thought of her still stinging bottom, compliments of her former boss. Skinner cried out in sudden pain as Scully bit down hard on his shoulder. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back roughly. "You little bitch. What the hell was that for?" His mouth devoured her passion swollen lips, and his tongue plundered her hot mouth as she moaned in pleasure. She was panting when he released her. "Because you're such a pompous prick and deserved a little punishment yourself. Get me out of these cuffs." She began to rise slowly from his lap, his cock slipping from her body, causing her to make a small, remorseful groan at the loss of sensation. Without warning, Kimberly's voice unceremoniously interrupted over the intercom, "Director Skinner, I'm back from my lunch break. I've got those expense reports ready for you to sign now." Skinner pulled Scully possessively back into his lap, then leaned to pick up the small speaker that had been knocked to the floor in their earlier haste and replaced it on his desk. His unflinching gaze was directed into Scully's eyes as he punched a button and answered his assistant nonchalantly, "I'm rather busy right now, Kimberly." He slipped a long finger into Scully's dripping opening, curving it so that it tantalizingly stroked an incredible spot inside her just so. She barely managed to withhold a gasp, but her neck went limp and her head lolled back senselessly as she hummed low in her throat. Skinner suckled fiercely at a tender spot on her neck until Scully was sure she'd be sporting a purple bruise later, but at the moment she couldn't bring herself to care because his hand began kneading her still-throbbing clit in earnest. She bit her lip trying to be quiet as Skinner began speaking with his assistant in the next room again. His eyes glittered mischievously as he said calmly, "I'll sign them in a few minutes. Meanwhile, why don't you look up those files on the Davis case?" Scully thought she would scream as he unexpectedly pressed one finger into her anus while his thumb swirled in her vagina. He withdrew the other hand from the intercom button and began tugging mercilessly at her clit. "I'll get right on it, sir," Kimberly answered her boss. When he was sure that Kimberly had gone, he said huskily, "Scully, do you like it when I touch you like this?" "Mmm..." "I'll never be able to see you again without remembering how you looked today, spreading your legs for me on top of my desk..." She arched her back as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, and she hissed, "Fuck..." He leaned close to her ear and murmured, "Scully, I'm surprised. I thought you were such a nice Catholic girl. I never realized..." She nuzzled his cheek and panted, "Shut up, Skinner, and finish me, please." "Yes, ma'am." Her brow rose languorously in surprise. "Ma'am?" She sighed and closed her eyes in ecstasy as his fingers stroked her insistently. "I thought I was being punished. Ahhh..." "I think you've been disciplined enough for one day." She lost the power of speech as Skinner increased his languid pace, alternately circling and flicking her almost painfully sensitized clit. She watched him looking down to where his hand worked between her legs and he murmured, "Scully, you have such a sweet pussy. I'll think about this every time we meet again. I'll want you so badly..." He suckled her nipple savagely and tugged her clit one last time before she exploded once more, a bright white light sparkling over her vision and a soft tingling washing over her limbs. She muffled her cry in Skinner's shoulder and lay bonelessly against him as he caressed her back soothingly. His hands slid down and squeezed her ass as she moaned, "Get these damn handcuffs off me now. My wrists are sore." Kimberly's voice interrupted, "I have those files you wanted, sir." Hastily, he answered, "Give me a minute." He retrieved the keys from his desk drawer and removed the metal cuffs, rubbing Scully's wrists softly. She quipped, "Maybe you need to look into buying the fur-lined kind." He huffed out a laugh as he gently fastened her bra and buttoned her shirt. "You continue to surprise me, Agent Scully." She rose to pull on her underwear and adjust her clothing as Skinner quickly dressed and wiped the small trickle of blood from his face acquired during their earlier struggle. Scully avoided his eyes as she commented ruefully, "Well, believe it or not, I don't always act this depraved." Her face colored self-consciously as she added quietly, "You seem to bring out the worst in me. *Sir*." He took her face in his hands and looked thoughtfully into her eyes, muttering, "I certainly hope so." Then he ran his fingers through her tangled hair, smoothing it until it was presentable. He swept the door open and said sternly as she walked into his outer office, "Agent Scully, I hope I don't have to speak to you about this matter again." Kimberly was staring open-mouthed as Scully sauntered past her desk and gave her a tight-lipped smirk-- She glanced back as Skinner finished, "Any additional infractions will result in further disciplinary measures. Do I make myself clear?" Scully's tongue darted out to touch her lip tentatively before she gave a small secret smile and answered firmly, "Yes, sir." She spun on her heel and strode out of the office as Skinner inscrutably watched her retreating form. END DISCIPLINARY MEASURES (1/1) I'm agoin' to hell for this smut biscuit... Please email me at evielouise@hotmail.com if you liked it and are ridin' along on the express handbasket to hell with me. For astoundingly astute XF fanfic recommendations with a heavy propensity toward MSR (smut optional but always appreciated), plus other X-Files-induced nonsense, visit the Bimbo Nympho Alien Junior League website at http://www.coyotecom.com/BNAJ/