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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