these stories.
Hi guys, vangikitty here with a naughty little fic I hope you'll like. It's
a Logan/Jubilee thing where Jubilee receives a much deserved punishment. If
you want to know why she's being punished, you can look at Fanfiction.net
under X-men at a silly fic entitled Wolvie's Bad Hair Day. Why follow a silly
fic with a smutty fic? Cause it saves me having to think up another plot
idea, and I'm lazy, that's why! :) If you don't care about why she's getting
punished then don't bother. Hope you enjoy. vangiekitty ;)
The Punishment of Jubilee Part 1
The rest of the X-men thought that the incident with Logan's hair was
funny. Well, it had been funny- in a way, Jubilee admitted to herself. But
she knew there are consequences to every action so she understood that there
would be a heavy price to pay for the mixup with Logan and the "conditioning
treatment".
Sure enough, that night when he got home, Logan motioned Jubilee over to
him. The look on his face was beyond stern and Jubilee actually cringed when
she saw it. Reluctantly, she dragged herself over to him. Maybe he would
just give her a good talking to. Yeah, right.
"Jubilee." His voice was harsh.
"Yes Logan?" her voice was very unsteady. She knew better than to call
him "Wolvie" now, especially when he wasn't calling her "Darlin'".
"You know what you did last week was wrong and you know you've got to pay
for it, don't you?" he asked, his tone dark and threatening.
"Ye...yes, Logan, I know." She faltered. "But, well, it was an accident,
Logan. I didn't mean to do it. I mean, it's not like I did it on purpose or
anything!"
"I know you didn't do it on purpose, Jubilee. But you've got to learn
that in this world, you pay for your mistakes." Logan growled. "Tonight,
you're gonna pay." His hands dropped meaningfully to the thick, black leather
belt he wore and fingered the large brass buckle at the front.
Jubilee's eyes widened in terror but she said through lips that felt
suddenly numb,
"Ok, Logan."
"Tonight after dinner in my room." Growled Logan. "Be there or I'll find
you and make you wish you were!"
Jubilee couldn't even speak; she only nodded dumbly.
Hey, there will be more of this if you guys want it. A word to the wise
though, it does get pretty naughty in a bit. Not a fic for the faint of
heart. vangiekitty
The Punishment of Jubilee part 2
That night at dinner, Jubilee could barely eat; she just picked at her
food, waiting to be excused. Logan was going to punish her! He had never
laid a hand on her before! What would he do? Would it hurt? She was more
scared than she had ever been in her life, but the worst thing was not the
punishment to come. It was the thought that maybe she had lost her Wolvie's
love forever. And that was just... unthinkable. Because Jubilee had loved
Logan for just about forever, and lately she'd been having thoughts-
daydreams, really. Daydreams that he might notice that she was growing up.
Might see her filling out, her breasts so large that all her shirts were too
tight now. Might begin to treat her like a woman instead of a little girl.
It hadn't happened yet, but it might- and soon. Jubilee couldn't lose all
that, she just couldn't! But what if she already had? Dinner was finally over
and it was time to go see Logan and find out.
With dragging steps, Jubilee climbed the stairs to Logan's second floor
bedroom. She was wearing a tight old denim skirt with a too-small, white,
mid-drift baring t-shirt. She was wearing no bra because no one had gotten
around to noticing she needed one yet. Her full breasts pressed against the
worn material of her t-shirt which barely covered them. In fact, if she
happened to stretch her arms up over her head, the creamy under-curves of her
breasts could be seen and a dusky-pink half-circle of areola was also clearly
visible. Even with her arms by her sides, as they were now, her ripe nipples
were clearly outlined in the nearly see-through fabric of the thin, old shirt
she wore. Her skirt was equally revealing. It was so tight that the tender
cleft between her legs could be easily seen and so short that it rode up
nearly past her candy-cane pink cotton panties. Altogether, the outfit looked
like something a director might cast for a "Lolita" remake. But Jubilee
hadn't chosen the clinging, revealing shirt and skirt on purpose. It was
simply that she had suddenly outgrown all her clothes and no one had taken
notice enough to take her shopping for new ones yet. Also, she had been too
distracted by her sense of impending doom to give much of a thought to what
she was wearing.
` Now she stood, a condemned prisoner awaiting execution, outside Logan's
door. She gave a tentative knock, hoping against hope that he wouldn't be
there. Hoping it would all be a bluff to "teach her a lesson". But her
hopes died when Logan's deep voice said,
"Come in, Jubilee."
Slowly she turned the knob and stepped into the room.....
The Punishment of Jubilee part 3
Jubilee stepped into Logan's room to see him sprawled in an easy chair
beside his king-sized bed. He was looking comfortable wearing only a pair of
tight, faded blue jeans. Jubilee knew he often slouched around his room
barefoot and shirtless because she had been here countless times- to talk, to
play cards, to just hang out. But never to be punished. The very thought
made her shiver. Her deep blue eyes caught Logan's just for an instant
before dropping to her little white tennis shoes, one of which she aimlessly
scuffed across the dark gray carpet.
Slowly, Logan rose from his seat. He had known Jubilee was coming long
before she knocked on his door; he could smell her fear clearly. She looked
so innocent, so lost and afraid that he longed to take her in his arms and
sooth her instead of punishing her. But he knew that Jubilee had been running
wild for some time and he felt more than a little responsible for that.
After all, he was the closest thing she had to an authority figure and he had
spoiled and indulged her shamelessly. It was, Logan felt, high time she was
curbed and sharply, before it was too late. Since he felt himself to be
responsible for spoiling her, he also felt responsible for correcting her.
But he knew in his heart that he couldn't bear to punish her too harshly.
//A few light licks with the belt should straighten her out// Logan told
himself, grimly. //She just can't be allowed ta run wild anymore. She's got
ta be taught ta settle down a bit. And I guess I'm the one ta teach her.//
He didn't relish the thought, but he wasn't one to shirk his duty, either. He
walked slowly forward.
"Come here, Jubilee." He commanded. "It's time for your punishment."
Jubilee was on the brink of tears. Logan was so stern and mean-sounding!
He hadn't called her "Darlin'"once! He must really mean business.
//How much will it hurt?// she asked herself. Then, suddenly, she decided
that she didn't care. //Whatever he dishes out, I can take!// She told
herself firmly. //I can and will be brave.// Straightening her shoulders, she
marched towards Logan, head held high.
Logan saw the change in her: she went from being small and scared to standing
tall. He noticed as she threw out her chest and lifted her chin how large
her breasts had become. He frowned, when had that happened? The old white
t-shirt barely covered her firm, round globes. And a bra, he saw, as her ripe
nipples pressed against the taut, stretched fabric, was badly needed. But it
was the look in her eyes that disturbed him the most. Because that look,
which was an outward projection of Jubilee's bravery and determination,
looked like defiance to Logan. Pure defiance.
//Time ta teach her a little respect.// he thought, blackly. //She'll
drop that attitude pretty quick once she gets a taste o' my belt!// Slowly,
he unbuckled and withdrew the thick, leather strap he wore around his waist
and coiled it around his right hand, gripping the buckle firmly.
"Take off yer skirt and bend over tha bed, Jubilee." Logan instructed in
an icy voice, the belt swinging like a limp, leather snake between his legs.
*Oooo, It's getten good now, ya think? Naughty part is drawing close, I
promise. Let me know if you want more. vangiekitty
The Punishment of Jubilee Part 4
Jubilee's eyes widened as she saw Logan remove his belt.
//That's gonna hurt!// she thought. But then, despite her fear, her
resolve stiffened at the sight of his dark, emotionless eyes.
"You can hurt me, Logan. You can even whip me 'till I bleed, and maybe I
deserve it." She said in a voice that quivered only a little. "But I'm not
afraid of you. So do your worst!" And now Jubilee did feel defiant. Logan
was going to beat her with his belt. Fine. Let him. But she, Jubilee, would
not give him the satisfaction of thinking that she was frightened even a
little bit.
To show her utmost contempt for Logan's punishment, Jubilee dropped not
only her worn, denim skirt, but also her candy-cane pink panties to the
ground and kicked them away. She stood before Logan in only her little white
tennis shoes and her tiny, tight t-shirt which barely covered her full
breasts.
With a shock, Logan noticed the dark mound of pubic hair that curled
between her long, slender legs.
//She's really growing up!// he realized. The sight of her half-naked
body made his cock stir but he pushed the feelings quickly away. Jubilee was
here for a punishment and by God, Logan was going to punish her!
"Bend over the bed." He instructed hoarsely.
With a last, deeply defiant glance, Jubilee did as she was commanded.
The bed was one of the old-fashioned high kind, so she only had to bend a
little to have her chest, arms and head resting on its surface. Her soft,
rounded buttocks were fully exposed. In a final act of defiance, Jubilee
parted her legs a good 12 inches. No matter how much it hurt she was not
going to cower and squeeze herself into a tight little ball to try and avoid
Logan's belt. She tried to brace herself for the coming pain.
"I'm ready." She announced in a somewhat muffled voice, thrusting her
naked behind into the air.
Logan was somewhat taken aback. Why had Jubilee removed her panties as
well as her skirt? Was it more defiance? Then, too, her soft, naked backside
seemed so vulnerable, so exposed. It should be caressed, not whipped. But
no,he reminded himself. //She has to be punished!// A few licks should do
it. Then he'd make her put back on the panties and skirt and she could go
sulk in her room, lesson learned, end of story.
Drawing back the belt, Logan aimed a medium hard blow at Jubilee's
quivering backside. He wanted her to know he meant business, but he would
never whip her as hard as he was able- that might kill her.
Jubilee took the blow with a muffled groan but remained defiantly
tearless. She felt the sting and heard the crack of the leather belt again
against her naked bottom but continued to remain stoically in place. Let him
beat her- she could take it!
Logan drew back again and again a sharp, stinging blow was delivered.
Jubilee moaned and dug her fingernails into the bedspread. But she was
determined to let him know she wasn't afraid. Deliberately, she inched down
the bed a little, her shirt rucking up in the process and exposing the
creamy, curving outsides of her ripe breasts. She raised her reddened
buttocks into the air and spread her legs even wider. There was something
about these sensations which she was experiencing for the first time that she
liked. Something about the rush of stinging pain she felt when the cruel
belt bit into her tender flesh. It made her feel hot between her legs, the
same feeling she got when she touched herself there at night sometimes when
all the lights were out.
Jubilee didn't understand her feelings, but thought they must have
something to do with the fact that it was her own, beloved Wolvie wielding
the belt. Let him see she wasn't afraid, that she could take whatever he
dished out. And let him see that she was all grown up now: let him notice
her ripe breasts and her wet, naked little sex, spread so invitingly open.
She dared him to notice, her ass waving tauntingly in the air.
The Punishment of Jubilee part 5 by vangiekitty
Logan couldn't help noticing how she spread her legs and thrust her
rounded ass now crisscrossed with red welts invitingly into the air. He saw
how her soft little sex lips parted a she spread herself open defiantly for
him. And he saw how her moist little opening was glistening wet with desire.
Her feminine musky sent filled the room. It was as though her once childish
body was blossoming, opening itself for him all at once. He realized
abruptly that the beating was turning her on, making her wet and that he had
a raging erection in response to the erotic site before him. Jubilee's sent
hung heavy in the air working on him like a drug. Logan wanted to rip off
his jeans and ram his cock into her from behind, filling her tight, slippery
sex and making her cry out for a different reason, a deeper pain. He wanted
to take her, to rape her here and now, leaning helpless over his bed, to
cover her with his menacing bulk and shove his thickness inside her, to feel
her stretch around him.
He was actually moving forward with one hand on his zipper when he came
to himself, just in time. What had he been going to do? Rape her? His
sweet little girl? His little darlin'? Savagely, he pushed the lust down
and away from himself.
"It's just her sent workin' on me. Look at her wave her ass in the air."
He thought angrily. "She still needs to be punished, I'll show her not to
defy me! It makes her hot, huh? Well let's see how she likes this."
Deliberately, Logan aimed to blow so that the belt licked up and between
her legs to slap her wet little sex. Jubilee gasped, and Logan finally
seeing the reaction he wanted did it again, and again. Jubilee felt the
fiery lick of the belt against her naked, open sex and moaned aloud, biting
back a cry. So, Logan had noticed how hot the whipping was making her and
had decided to punish her desire, she thought.
The whip licked between her legs again and again hurting terribly and
feeling good at the same time. But her little vagina was much more tender
that her buttocks. Despite herself, huge, silent tears began to roll down
Jubilee's cheeks. At last, a muffled sob escaped her. Logan stopped at once
on hearing the sounds and the red haze that had covered his vision faded
away. He saw with remorse how the hard belt had striped the tender flesh of
her buttocks with painful welts. And the soft little lips of her sex were a
dull red. What had come over him, why had he beaten her so? This was his
own little darlin', his Jubilee! Surely he hadn't meant to hurt her so, just
make her mind. How could he have lost control of himself so disastrously?
Quickly he crawled onto the bed beside her and gathered her into his arms.
"I'm sorry Darlin', I'm so sorry!" Logan moaned, rocking her gently, his
own hot tears falling onto her soft black hair. "I didn't mean to hurt you
so." Involuntarily, one of his hands landed on her quivering buttocks and
she jumped and moaned in pain at the touch. She rolled away from him and lay
on her stomach, sobbing now as if her heart would break.
Not knowing what else to do, Logan left the bed and went to the bathroom
to get something to ease her pain. He had, of course, no ointment or salves
since he himself healed so quickly . But he got the softest wash cloth he
could find and wet it with cold water, hoping to soothe the burning pain he
had inflicted. Returning to the bed, he gently caressed Jubilees' bottom
with the wet, cold cloth and was marginally encouraged when she did not pull
away. Slowly her sobs subsided as the cool dampness took away the worst of
her pain.
"Oh, Wolvie," she said in a muffled voice, "that feels nice, but it's not
the spot that hurts the most." She shifted gently and spread her legs a
little to indicate the most injured area. Logan swallowed hard as her musky,
feminine sent once again filled the room. But he had to help heal her for he
had hurt her so dreadfully. Carefully, he pressed the damp cloth between her
legs. But Jubilee hissed, and drew back. The cloth, which had seemed so
soothing on her naked bottom, seemed coarse and rough to her tender sex.
"Ouch!" She moaned, "that hurts Wolvie!" Logan was at a loss, what
could he do to make things better?
"I'm so sorry Darlin'," he whispered. "I want to help you, but I don't
know what to do." Jubilee had an idea.
"Remember when I was a little girl and used to kiss my hurt spots better?
Like when I scraped my knees and elbows?" She asked. "Could you... Kiss
me there Wolvie? Could you kiss me all better?" Logan was taken aback.
"But this isn't yer knee are yer elbow Darlin'," he pointed out. "This
is yer sweet little... Well, it's not a spot I ought ta kiss." He ended
lamely.
Big tears began to roll down Jubilees' cheeks again. "But Logan, it
hurts so much! Much worse than my bottom. Just try it, please?" She begged
softly. Seeing the tears and her eyes, Logan felt guilty as hell and knew he
couldn't refuse her. He was the one who had hurt her, now he had to help her
any way he could.
