“Oh my god, I am soooo bored,” Jubilee wailed as she flung herself onto her bed.
Folding the last of her undergarments, Rogue looked to her good friend and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, like that’s new,” she said.
Flipping onto her stomach, Jubilee propped her head up onto her small fists and pouted. “I’m serious Rogue, this like, totally stinks”.
“No one said being grounded was supposed to be fun,” Rogue replied, opening a drawer and tucking in the last of her clothing. “That’s why they do it”.
“Yeah, and to think I was thisclose to getting’ away with it, too!”
Jubilee whined, thinking back to the previous evening.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Slipping on her roller blades and grabbing one of Bobby’s hockey sticks and a puck, Jubilee made her way down the stairs and into the foyer. Placing the puck in the middle of the floor, she looked left, then right, and then swung. The puck went flying into the kitchen, skimming across the floor and coming to a stop beside one of the barstools. Sitting on the barstool was Bobby Drake, eating a bowl of Lucky Charms. He looked down at the puck, _his_ puck then out into the foyer. As Jubilee entered the kitchen she spotted Bobby and quickly tried to hide the stick behind her back.
“What are you doing? Where’d you get that?” he asked.
“What, this?” Jubilee asked as she raised the stick from behind her. “Oh, I was just borrowing it.” she answered.
“Do you even know how to play hockey?”
“Well, duh,” the younger girl said as she rolled her eyes. “You hit that thingy with this stick, what’s so hard about that?”
Bobby chuckled and picked up his bowl, slurping down the last of cereal. Jubilee made a face. “Eww, that is _so_ totally gross!”
“What is, eating cereal?”
“No, not eating cereal. Eating it like _that_. Yuck”
Rolling his eyes, Bobby left the kitchen and ran upstairs to his room. Seconds later he was leaping back down the stairs, a second hockey stick in his hands “You want me to show you how to do this right or not?”
“Go for it,” Jubilee smirked.
With a flick of his wrist Bobby lived up to his mutant codename ‘Iceman’,
turning the entire foyer floor into ice. 3 inches thick, it reached from the
front doorway to the bottom step of the stairwell and into both the kitchen
and the recreation room.
“Too cool!” Jubilee exclaimed.
“Well, it is what I do best,” Bobby replied, winking at the girl.
“Hardy har har! Are we gonna play or do you need more time to pat yourself on the back?” Jubilee asked.
Ha ha _HA_!” Bobby laughed as he snuck behind Jubilee and hit the puck. It went flying out of the kitchen and into the foyer. Catching on the pedestal legs of the foyer table, it boomeranged back around and into the kitchen once more.
“Hey, no _fair_!” Jubilee grunted as she swung at the puck. Missing her shot completely, the puck continued into the kitchen where it quickly met with Bobby’s stick and was sent flying back into the foyer.
The two teammates continued their game, oblivious and unaware of the crowd that had gathered at the top of the stairs to watch. Rogue, John, Monet, Paige and several of the other young students stood watching and laughing.
“They best stop that, Ah don’t think the Professor will appreciate them messin’ up his house like that,” Paige exclaimed.
“No, I doubt that he would but that is their problem, now isn’t it?” Monet replied.
Cupping her hands over her mouth, Rogue hollered down at her two friends. “BOBBY!
JUBES! Y’all stop it now!”
“Oh lighten up, Rogue, geez. We’re just havin’ a little…” Jubilee began, turning to face the nagging voice atop the stairs. Instead she found herself face to face with the group’s team leader, Scott Summers. “…fun.” she continued in a whisper before plastering a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. “Oh, hey Cyke! What’s up?”
Scott glared at the young girl before him, wincing at the use of the dreaded nickname that shortened his codename, Cyclops. “_What’s up?_ Just what in the world is going on here?”
“Oh, just your average game of ice hockey. Look, I’m winning!” she said, smiling broadly.
“Average game of…” Scott began before looking down at the floor. Though the ruby-quartz glasses spare the kids from his angry glare the look on his face is unmistakable. “…ice hockey. _ICE HOCKEY!_” In a flash Scott reaches out and snatches the sticks from his young students hands. “What in the…? No, never mind, I don’t want to hear it. Of all the asinine, half-baked….”
Looking up, Scott notices the audience hanging over the balcony at the top of the stairs. “I’m going to count to three and if the top of the stairwell is not clear…” At this the students scattered, fully aware that the wrath of an angry Cyclops is something to be avoided. The man was hard enough to deal with when in a good mood, only a few have seen him angered and lived to tell the tale, they liked to joke. Turning his attention back to the two culprits, Scott placec both hands on his hips. “Clean this up and then go to your rooms. You are grounded for the remainder of the weekend.”
“WHAT! You can’t do that! That is totally, like, unfair!” Jubilee argued.
“_Excuse me?_ Destruction of property …”
“We didn’t destroy anything!” Jubilee wailed.
Scott leaned into the girl’s face and pointed to the floor. “….destruction
of property, rollerblades in the house. Jubilee, I _know_ you’ve been
warned about that one. You two are too old to be doing this, and you know it.
Bobby, what were you thinking?”
Bobby hung his head, embarrassed to be talked to like a child. “We were just having some fun Scott. It’s no big deal.”
“It wouldn’t be a big deal if we hadn’t already been over this before. But we have, multiple times. And what’s happened each time?” Scott asked.
“I’ve gotten grounded,” Bobby replied miserably.
“That’s right. When you two will learn that the Professor’s mansion is not your playground I do not know, but until that time comes if you have to remain on permanent restriction status until you graduate, you will. Now both of you get to cleaning,” Scott ordered as he headed for the front door.
“How?” Jubilee asked.
“You had no trouble making the mess, I’m sure you’ll figure out some way to clean it up.” Scott said with a glare as he shut the door behind him.
“_You had no trouble making the mess…_” Jubilee mocked as
she crossed her arms over her chest and made a face.
“Come on, let’s get to it. It was still fun though, you know?” Bobby said as he grabbed an ice pick from a drawer in the kitchen and began chipping away at the ice floor.
“Yeah, and I like, totally kicked your butt,” Jubilee grinned.
“Yeah right!” Bobby snorted.
Lying on her bed, Jubilee chuckled at the memory. Rogue looked at her
“How can you laugh like that? Thanks to you Bobby is grounded ‘til tomorrow and we were goin’ to see a movie tonight! Ah should kill you!” Rogue said as she threw a pillow at her roommate.
“Hey, I’m not the one who made him ice up the floor,” Jubilee said defensively. “Besides, who says you guys can’t go out tonight?”
“Uh, well, Scott for one,” Rogue answered.
“Well yeah, _technically_. But what he doesn’t know…..”
“Just what are you suggestin’, Jubilee?”
“Well, only that our good leader is not the stay-up-late type. When does he go to bed, like, 8 o’clock? Soooo, just plan for the 9pm showing and you’ll be fine” she shrugged.
“Are you suggestin’ we sneak out!? Are you crazy?” Rogue said in disbelief. “Number one, Bobby’s grounded. Number two, it’s _sneaking out_! We can’t do that!”
“Why not? I do it all the time!” Jubilee revealed with a smile.
“You do? When?”
“All the time and you’ve never noticed have you?” Jubilee smirked as she polished her fingernails against the front of her shirt
“No, not ever.” Rogue admitted, trying to remember.
“That’s because I’m the best!” Jubilee declared.
“Well, Ah don’t know”
Sitting up on her knees, Jubilee grabbed a pillow and tossed it at Rogue, hitting her on the side of her face. “Oh come _on_! Look, I’ll come with you guys. I know, it won’t be as romantic, but I’m about to go _crazy_ in here! It’ll be fine, I promise.”
Rogue thought about it. She didn’t want to get Bobby into anymore trouble, nor did she want to find herself grounded, but she had really been looking forward to going to the movies that night. Slowly she looked to Jubilee, whose eyes practically begging for an answer. Sighing, she responded.
“Alright. But if we get caught…”
“We won’t, I promise! Oh yay, this is going to be so great!” Jubilee squealed as she began jumping on her bed.
“What is?” came a voice from the hall. St. John Allerdyce, passing by, stuck his head in the doorway. A good friend with Bobby and the girls, he didn’t want to be left out and butted his way into the room.
“Nothin’” Rogue responded at the same time as Jubilee.
“Bull, something’s up. Tell me,” he demanded. “Come on you two!”
“Oh, alright, but you better keep you lips zipped,” Jubilee warned as she filled John in on the plan for the evening. Grabbing the laundry basket, Rogue walked out of the room and down to Bobby’s.
Later that afternoon Jubilee’s stomach started growling. Walking out
of her room, she made her way down the hall to the stairwell when she heard
a low growl behind her.
“Where you headed, darlin’?”
“Oh Logan! You _scared_ me,” Jubilee hissed as she brought up a small fist and half-playfully punched the large man’s muscular bicep. Looking down at his arm, Logan smirked before looking at the cute Asian girl before him. “Well, if Scott catches you out here…”
“What? I can’t even go to the kitchen to get a snack? Geez Louise Logan!”
“Hey darlin’, don’t get all huffy with me,” Logan
said, throwing his arms up in defense. “I’m not the one who grounded
you. Besides, I didn’t see much harm in your little ‘prank’
to begin with.”
“Yeah, it was pretty good, wasn’t it?” Jubilee asked, grinning from ear to ear. “The ice was Bobby’s idea, of course. Gotta give him his props.”
Logan chuckled at this. Jubilee could always make the big Canuck laugh; she was pretty much the only one, though. A large man and a fierce fighter, Logan was not what one would describe as a ‘family man’. A loner, the man who called himself ‘Wolverine’ was used to being on his own, being responsible for only himself. When he found himself at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters 3 years ago he never in his wildest dreams imagined living with so many different people, most of them young enough to be his own children. He had grown to accept it, even like it though, in part due to his relationship with the young Jubilee.
“Of course, you are lucky the foyer isn’t carpeted or hardwood,” Logan added.
“Yeah, I guess then I would have been in _real trouble_. Ooooooo!” Jubilee cracked as she snapped her big wad of pink gum and blew a bubble. Jubilation Lee was, at 13, among youngest of the students at the institute. An orphan, she arrived at the mansion around the same time as Logan and the two immediately struck up a unique friendship. Lately though, Logan had noticed Jubilee getting a little too big for her britches. Conflicted, he had yet to say anything. On one hand this young girl was his buddy, his pal. Yet on the other hand he had become somewhat of a father figure to her. And while he was not opposed to this role, not entirely, anyway, it was new to him and he was still learning how to react. Turning the corner into the kitchen, Logan was about to respond when he was someone beat him to the punch.
“Just what are you doing down here, young lady?” Scott asked. He was sitting at one of the kitchen tables, along with his teammates Warren Worthington and Ororo Monroe.
“Nothing! Ah, well, I mean…just gettin’ somethin’ to drink? Is that _okay?_” Jubilee said, jutting her jaw into a pout.
Fuming, Scott glared at the girl, looked up at Logan who shrugged his shoulders then went back to reading his paper. Opening the refrigerator door, Jubilee grabbed a root beer then slammed the door shut.
“There, I’ll be going now….if that’s alright with his majesty,” Jubilee smirked as she popped open the soda can.
Having had all he could take, Scott stood and quickly advanced on the girl. Grabbing her by her upper left arm he dragged her into the foyer.
“Get upstairs now and don’t come out until you’re called. GO. _NOW!_”
In a move unanticipated by any of the X-Men watching, Jubilee or even Scott himself, the leader of the X-Men raised his right hand high in the air and brought it down on the seat of the young girl’s denim shorts. Jubilee gasped, the shock of the smack much more pertinent then the pain from it. Her jaw dropped, and wiggling out of Scott’s grasp she ran up the stairs and into her room.
Scott stood in the foyer and watched as the young girl ran up the stairs. Adjusting his glasses he slowly walked back into the kitchen and grabbed his glass of juice, downing it in one gulp before placing the cup in the sink. He turned to face his teammates, particularly Logan.
“Look, I’m sorry I acted so hastily. I just, well…I’d just had enough,” Scott explained.
“No need to explain anything to me. I think the girl could use a bit more where that came from,” Warren said.
“Warren! We do not teach violence here at Xavier’s.” Ororo replied. The weather goddess also known as Storm was shocked that any of her teammates would suggest such a thing.
“Number one, we are a school for mutants. We face violence everyday of our lives, so in a sense, _yes_ we do teach violence, or at least _about_ it. And number two, a good spanking, used as punishment, is _not_ violence,” the winged man called Angel said in defense as he took a bite from his sandwich.
“The institute does not use corporal punishment on its students. It never has, and it never will” Storm declared.
“Now wait ‘Ro, Warren’s got a point,” Logan said. Leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his chest, he had seen Scott deliver the spank to Jubilee’s backside. Initially angered by it, he quickly calmed down when he saw the effect it had on her. Not that Logan was against the use of spankings on children, if fact there had been many times during his stay here at the school where he had to physically remove himself from a situation lest a student found themself over his knee. Yes, he knew that most of the students here could benefit from a good old-fashioned spanking. Especially Jubilee. He loved the young girl, more than he liked to admit, but he knew he’d been too indulgent, too forgiving with her and he knew it had to stop. Immediately. “A spankin’ just may be what these kids around here need.”
“Logan!” Storm exclaimed, looking around the room. “You mean to tell me that all of you believe these students, these children should be physically punished?
“Yup,” Logan answered. “Scott, let me ask you somethin’. How many times would you say in the last, oh, two months Jubilee’s been grounded? I know of at least three weekends where she was restricted to the grounds. No wait, including this weekend makes it four.”
Scott nodded in agreement. He himself had been responsible for three of the groundings, including the latest. Warren had also issued a restriction, for running her mouth in class.
Logan sat at the table besides Storm and sighed. “Don’t think this is somethin’ we want to do. Hell, I don’t think anyone in their right mind wants to have to spank a kid. I just don’t think we have a choice anymore. Now I know Jubilee has given everyone in this room her fair share of headaches, but she’s not the only one. Bobby is right up there with her when it comes to pranks and well, hell, I’d be hard pressed to find one kid here that hasn’t at one time or another deserved a lickin’.”
Scott cleared his throat and pulled out a chair to sit across from Storm. “And besides, you were wrong about what you said earlier. There _has_ been corporal punishment here at the school, at least one case of it.”
Warren and Logan looked at each other and raised their eyebrows, slowly turning to Scott as he began to speak.
“It was a long time ago, back when I first got here. Jean was here, you too Warren. I had this huge crush on Jean and was going out of my way to impress her,” Scott began.
“Did I hear someone mention me?” Jean asked as she glided into the kitchen, her long red hair flowing behind her. Noticing the grim faces on her teammates, her wide smile quickly faded. “Ok, what’s wrong?”
Jean looked to her friends then back to her husband. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“We’re having a discussion on how to deal with the students,”
“The men believe it is time to start implementing corporal punishment as the main form of discipline, and Scott was about to fill us in on how it has been used here before.”
“You want to start spanking the kids when they misbehave?” Jean asked as she opened a cabinet door and pulled out a box of tea bags. “Well, it’s about time.”
Believing Jean would side with her, Storm was the most shocked of everyone
in the room. “Jean! You can’t be serious!”
“Oh yes I am!” Jean laughed while turning to face her teammate. “I’m not a violent person, you all can attest to that. But spanking is not violence, and I think we’ve got a number of children here could benefit from a little ‘down-home’ discipline”.
“See why I love this lady? Level headedness is so sexy,” Scott growled as he pulled Jean over to him and sat her on his lap.
“Yes, and besides, it worked for you didn’t it?” Jean giggled.
“Yes, that’s what I was just about to tell them.” Looking to the group, Scott continued his story. “As I said, I had this huge crush on Jean and would do anything to impress her.”
“Not that he had to; I had a crush on him as well,” Jean interjected.
“Yeah, too bad I didn’t know that before. So, one day Jean and I were practicing in the danger room and I was using my visor to blast away everything in site. I was being very careless and not really paying much attention to anything other than Jean. Very uncharacteristic of me, I know, but I was in love. And we all know what _that_ does to you. Well, needless to say I ended up blasting something I shouldn’t have.”
“What?” Warren asked, almost sorry that he had missed this particular danger room session.
“The control panel,” Scott answered. “Which wouldn’t have been too bad…”
“…except it was the second control panel in 2 weeks that had been destroyed, both by stray optic blasts,” Jean finished, grinning.
“Exactly. Well, as you can guess the Professor wasn’t too happy about it. He shut down the danger room, told us to change and told me to report to his study. I figured he was going to tell me how disappointed in me he was, lecture me on the importance of always remaining alert and attentive when training, you know, the usual. So, thinking nothing of it I went into the study but found it empty. I sat on a chair and waited, mad at myself for destroying the professor’s property but also embarrassed knowing that Jean knew I was going to receive a lecture. Nothing cooler than getting in trouble in front of your crush, you know?” Scott teased as he looked up at Jean.
“Go on, Scott” Storm said.
“Well, after about 10 minutes the Professor came into the study. He lectured me, as I knew he would, and then he instructed me to stand up and walk over to his desk. He had wheeled behind it and was opening one of the bottom drawers; I thought he was going to show me some documents or something. Imagine my surprise when he pulled out a paddle.”
Scott, a tall and lean 18 year old, stood in front of the professor. “Sir, I don’t understand”
“Oh, but I think you do son,” the Professor answered. “We discussed this not too long ago, if I remember correctly. Why don’t you refresh my memory on what we talked about, not 2 weeks ago?”
Scott stammered. He knew what they had talked about and it had embarrassed him completely. He was a shy boy and the fact that the Professor knew of his crush on his teammate was bad enough. But to have ruined a training session and to have destroyed an expensive piece of equipment do to his carelessness and showing off, well, that was enough to make him want to crawl into a hole and die. Unfortunately there was no hole to crawl into, and the Professor was waiting for an answer.
“Uh, you told me that while you appreciated that I was a young man and that I would have different…um… _desires_, you said that I was also the leader of this team and needed to always put that first.” Scott answered, almost verbatim.
“Yes, and what did I say I may have to do if we had any more of these types of….problems?” the Professor asked.
“Well, sir, I don’t remember you actually saying anything. Only that you would have to perhaps find an alternative,” Scott answered.
“Yes. Well, after much thought and consideration it appears that I have,” the Professor said grimly. “You are a good boy Scott. A fine young man. But young you still are, and you need to learn that with your actions come consequences. Now, that is not to say that as a young man you are not entitled to the many freedoms and indulgences of others your age. BUT, with your mutation, as well as your position here at the school you are subject to more limitations. Son, as much as it pains me to do this, I think a paddling is in order. Have you ever received one before?”
Blushing furiously, Scott looked down at the floor. The Professor asked him again. Scott looked up. “Yes. Yes sir. Before my family was separated, my brother Alex and I received a few spankings as punishment for misdeeds.”
“Very well, then you know the procedure,” the Professor said calmly. “Bend over the desk, please.”
His heart racing in his chest, Scott walked over to the desk and slowly bent his upper body flat against the hard marble top. Propping his upper chest on his elbows, he looked down into his reflection shining up from the desk top.
“You may want to reach in front of you and grab the edge of the desktop. This will keep you from jolting forward,” the Professor instructed.
“Uh, yes sir,” Scott answered, a knot forming in his throat. This had to have been bar-none the most humiliating moment of his life. Not only was he about to receive a paddling from his teacher, his mentor, he was having to receive _instructions_ on how to take it.
The Professor looked at the boy in front of him. It broke his heart to do this, but he knew if he didn’t take care of the problem now there would be no telling what may happen next. Instead of it being a blasted control panel it could very well be a blasted student, and that was a chance he just could not take. “This being your first offence, and our first time at this, I believe eight licks over your slacks will be sufficient. Do you agree?”
‘Eight licks?’ Scott thought, more concerned with the time it would mean he had to stay in this mortifying position than the actual licks themselves. “Uh, yes, yes sir, that should be…sufficient,” he replied, unsure of how else he could have answered such a question.
“Very well then. Count aloud, please.” During their discussion the professor had positioned his wheelchair to Scott’s left. Sitting up, he had plenty of room to maneuver and he did not waste any time. Immediately the Professor brought the paddle up to his shoulder and back down.
Scott had tried to prepare himself for it, but when the first lick hit him he was in shock. Stunned, he forced himself to blurt out ‘one’. Before he could grasp the pain from the first swat the second one came down, on the opposite cheek. Scott gasped, and hurriedly said ‘two’. The paddling continued like this for 8 total swats, the Professor alternating from one cheek to the other and Scott taking in every ounce of the pain. Discomfort, even a sting he was expecting, but this? In no way did Scott expect this type of burning, dull pain. The Professor was obviously a lot stronger than he appeared.
When he finished, the Professor set the paddle in his lap and wheeled closer to the desk. Placing his hand on the small of Scotts back, he told the young man to stand up. Scott did so, his face flushed but only a couple of tears streaming down his cheek. He hadn’t expected to cry, but then again he hadn’t expected the paddling to hurt as much as it did. He looked at his mentor.
“I’m sorry Professor. I’m sorry you had to do that.”
“ Shhhh, I know you are, but tell me you understand why I had to do that,” the Professor asked.
“Yes sir, I do understand. And I am so sorry; I’ll never put you
in this position again.”
“No, Scott, I’m sure you won’t. Because rest assured,” reaching up, the Professor clutched Scott’s chin in his hand and looked sternly into his eyes “if you do put me in this position, you will most definitely find yourself in _that_ one,” he finished, pointing to the desk.
Blushing again, Scott looked at the Professor. “No, no sir.”
“Good then. We are finished here and I have a few phone calls to make. I will see you later, Scott,” the Professor said kindly as he wheeled himself behind the large mahogany desk.
“Yes sir,” Scott said as he left the study, fighting every urge to rub his bottom until he was in the comfort and privacy of his own room.
Jean rubbed Scott’s back. She knew that even now, 10 years after the fact, the memory of what had occurred that day still embarrassed her husband. She leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.
Storm stared at Scott, a bit shocked at what she’d just heard. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine the Professor handling a discipline problem in such a way, but after hearing the story she understood why. She looked at Warren, then at Logan.
“Alright,” she said “if you all agree that this is how we should handle disobedient students, then I’m not going to be the one to stand in the way. Though I would like to at least run this by the Professor, perhaps he will have some insight to share.”
“Of course. This is a major step for us,” Warren answered “and it’s going to take communication and consideration to make it work. I’m not saying we need to have a “gameplan”, per se, but communication amongst each other will be key.”
“Communication?” Logan asked with a snicker. “I think the sound of my belt across someone’s young butt will be communication enough.”
“No Logan, Warren is right,” Scott interrupted. “We need to know which kid has broken the rules, which adult is dealing out the punishment, what _type_ of punishment should be dealt out…; there are a lot of things we need to discuss. First of all, what exactly should be considered….well, a _spankable_ offense? We need…”
“Ah the hell with all that, what are we going to make, a chart?” Logan asked while pretending to point to a chart on the refrigerator. “Back talking: 2 licks. Unmade Bed: 3 licks. Miss Curfew: 5 licks. I mean, this is a load of crap. It doesn’t have to be this hard”
“No, it doesn’t, but if we’re going to do this, we need to do it right. I think the Professor is in his study, why don’t we get his opinion on this?” Jean asked as she stood, pulling Scott up behind her and leading the other X-Men down the hall to the study.
As the adults sat in the kitchen discussing the fate of the children, Rogue sat at her vanity brushing her long hair. Paige Guthrie was lying on Rogue’s neatly made bed, flipping through the latest issue of Seventeen when the door burst open and a very upset Jubilee stomped inside.
“Oh my god, you will not believe this. Scott just off and hit me!” Jubilee exclaimed, throwing herself on her bed. Rogue and Paige looked at each other, then back to Jubilee.
“He _what_? No way, you’ve gotta be mistaken,” Rogue reassured her friend as she turned back to the mirror.
“Mistaken? _Mistaken_?? Why don’t you tell that to my butt, I’m sure it’d love to hear what a mistake that was!” Jubilee cried.
“Your butt? What are ya talkin’ about, Jubes?” Paige asked, her sweet Kentucky twang slipping through.
Dramatically, Jubilee sat on the bed, taking extra caution to sit down gingerly. She wasn’t in pain, but the dramatic effect was what she was really going for. She lifted up her can of root beer and took a swig.
“Well, I went down to get a can of pop, minding my own business and just talking to Wolvie when all of a sudden Cyke comes out practically like, screaming at me ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN HERE!?!’. So I say, ‘ain’t a girl allowed to get something to drink?’ and he’s all ‘not if they’re on room restriction’. Like, what, I’m supposed to die of thirst up here?” Jubilee asked as she threw her hands up dramatically.
Rogue and Paige looked at each other, their doubt in the story already beginning to cloud their judgment.
Oblivious, Jubilee continued. “So I just hurry to the fridge and grab
me a pop and very quietly...” At this statement the other girls stifle
a giggle, for they each know that their friend Jubilee does nothing _quietly_.
They are met with a glare that quickly shuts them up. “N-E-WAZ, I start
to leave the kitchen and I’m just about to come up the stairs when Cyke
grabs me by the arm and smacks me, ‘WHACK’, right on my butt!”
Jubilee finished the tale, using her arm to emphasize a whacking motion.
Paige turned toward her. “So ya weren’t hit, you were spanked? Is that what you’re telling us? Geez Lee, you’da think you’da been hit by a car or somethin’.”
Balling her fists, Jubes turned to the young blonde. “Hit, spanked. It’s all the same thing! Bodily force used against another person. Why, he could have left a bruise!”
“With one spank? Ah highly doubt it. Dang Jubes, you act like you’ve never been spanked before,” Rogue said.
“That’s because I haven’t,” Jubilee replied. “What, you two have?”
“Yeah, a few times,” Rogue admitted.
“Me too, more than I like to remember,” Paige confessed.
Jubilee looked at her two teammates and raised her eyebrows. “Really?”
she asked, instantly curious.
“Really?” Jubilee asked again. The only child of a banker and his wife, Jubilee wanted for nothing growing up. A bit spoiled and indulged, spankings were not a method of punishment in her home. Sure, she’d heard different kids in school talking about their punishments, about how they’d been either grounded or spanked for something they did, but she’d never felt or witnessed one first hand. And this had been fine by her; she didn’t think she was missing out on anything from the sounds of it. Of course, after the murder of her parents everything changed. Now in charge of herself, she had fluttered between several foster homes before finding herself on the streets, supporting herself with the wondrous light shows she was able to conjure up at the flick of a wrist.
Biting her lip, she looked at the two girls, curiosity getting the best of her. “Does it hurt?”
Rogue looked up, placed her brush on the vanity and sat on the bed beside Paige. “What, a spankin’?” she asked. Jubilee nodded her head. Rogue chuckled. “Well, yeah, but it’s supposed to hurt. That’s why it’s called a punishment. Ah mean, Ah only got a couple growin’ up, what with me bein’ a girl and all, but Ah remember they hurt like crazy.”
“Lucky you!” Paige interrupted. “My daddy didn’t care
if you were a boy or a girl, ten years old or sixteen. If ya did somethin’
bad enough, you and daddy were takin’ a trip up to his room after supper.”
“See, and my daddy believed that girls should be good and sweet to begin with, so they didn’t need the constant…..reminders like boys did. What’d your daddy use on you, Paige?” Rogue asked.
“Oh lordy. Most times it was his belt. But sometimes, if ya did somethin’ really bad, he’d grab a knife and go cut a switch for ya,” Paige remembered with a shudder.
“A SWITCH??!!” Jubilee exclaimed. “Somebody actually hit you with a tree limb??”
Laughing, Paige put her hand on Jubilee’s arm in an attempt to try and calm her down. “Silly, a switch isn’t a tree limb. Well, Ah guess technically it is, but it’s not the same. It sure hurts like the dickens, though. Luckily Ah only got a switchin’ twice. But regular spankin’s and whippin’s? Ah got those quite a bit.”
“Really?” Rogue asked. “And you seem so mature, so mindful here. Ah never would have guessed you were a little hellion.”
“Ah wasn’t a ‘little hellion’,” the girl known as Husk said defensively. “Ah was a young, curious and inquisitive girl growin’ up in the country with several brothers and sisters. And besides, _everyone_ in Kentucky spanks their kids, so it’s not like it’s anythin’ new. What about you, Rogue?”
“Well, like Ah said Ah didn’t get in trouble often. But when Ah did, it was usually with my mama. Mostly she just used her hand, but a couple of times she decided to wait and tell daddy about it. Had a little trouble sittin’ on those nights, let me tell you,” Rogue chuckled.
Jubilee stared at her two friends like they had worms crawling out of their ears. “Are you two crazy? You act like this is perfectly normal, and you’re actually laughing about it!”
“It _is_ normal, at least in most households,” Paige replied. “In fact, with as many of us kids here as there are at the institute, Ah was surprised to learn that they _don’t_ use spankin’s to keep us all in line. Lord knows it always worked with me.”
“Well I’ll be damned if anyone is going to spank me. Nuh uh missy’s,” Jubilee huffed, standing up and walking to her dresser. Picking up a pair of earrings, she began slipping them into her earlobes.
“You mean spank you _again_, don’t you?” Rogue giggled.
“Whatever,” Jubilee answered as she admired herself in the mirror.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, Scott looked at his wife Jean as she took a couple of bobby pins and secured her long hair into a bun. Reaching into her vanity drawer she pulled out her make-up remover and began to rub it into her cheeks. In the mirror she could see Scott admiring her and she smiled. She slowly stood and faced him, her satin robe untied and just hanging on her curvaceous body. She walked over to him, cupping his face in her hands.
“Are you alright, lover?”
Closing his eyes, he tilted his head down and nodded quickly. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m just a little worried.”
“Of what?” Jean asked, forcing Scott to meet her eyes.
“Of the kids, of this new plan. The Professor approved it…”
“…as you knew he would,” Jean interrupted.
“Yes,” Scott said tentatively. “In fact, he seems quite confident about it. I don’t know though. I mean, it’s not that I don’t believe this is the best plan, I just worry.”
“Worry about what, my love?” Jean asked as she sat beside her husband on the bed.
“Well, I’m already the resident ‘jerk’ around here, a title that I do not embrace but that I cannot deny. Now, with this new plan in action, I just…” Scott trailed off, looking down again.
“You don’t want the children to hate you. I understand Scott. But I think you are looking at this all wrong,” Jean told him lovingly.
“Oh?” Scott asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Yes. For one thing, you are not going to be the sole adult in charge
of punishments around here; we all are. Warren, Logan, Hank, myself…every
instructor has been given the duty of doling out any spanking when necessary.
The children are not going to single you out. Also, children crave and need
discipline. They want someone to tell them what to do and where to be and how
to behave. They will never admit it, of course, but it’s the truth. Children
need some type of guidelines for how to live and how to act and we get to be
the lucky stiffs to show them the ropes,” Jean chuckled. As she rubbed
Scott’s neck she continued softly. “Don’t worry needlessly
over it honey, it will all work out fine. We may have a few kinks at first,
but with time this new plan will work beautifully, you’ll see. Now….”
She stood up and gently opened the front of her robe “how about coming
in and helping me wash my back?”
“With pleasure, my dear,” Scott answered as he followed the stunning beauty into their master bathroom and shut the door.
Meanwhile, Bobby and John grabbed their jackets and opened the door to their room. Looking left, then right, the two roommates snuck down the hall and burst into Rogue and Jubilee’s room.
“You girls ready? The movie starts in 30 minutes, and we still need to get off of the grounds,” John asked, leaping onto Jubilee’s bed.
“Sheesh, hold your horses, Flame-boy, I’m almost finished,” Jubilee barked as she put on her final coat of mascara. Opening her closet and grabbing her trademark yellow rain slicker, she slipped into it and adjusted the collar. “OkalyDokaly, I’m ready to boogie. Rogue, you rea…ewwww, can’t you two wait even five minutes?”
Blushing, Rogue quickly pulled away from Bobby’s embrace. Bobby tightened his grip around the cute girl’s waist as he stuck his tongue out at her friend. Jubilee rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse.
“So Jubes, what’s the plan for getting downtown anyways? I mean, it’s not like we have spare set of keys to the Mustang or anything,” Bobby asked.
“No, but we _do_ have bus passes and there is another one coming in 7 minutes, so let’s book it,” Jubilee answered.
“The bus? You didn’t mention anything about ridin’ the bus, Jubes,” Rogue complained.
“Well, Miss Priss, how else do expect us to get there? The only one
of us old enough to drive is Bobby and I didn’t think the chances of him
getting his hands on the keys while he was grounded were very good. Do any of
you have a better idea?” Jubilee asked.
“Yeah, let’s just not do this. Ah don’t feel too great about sneakin’ out, anyways,” Rogue said.
“What?? No, it’ll be great! Come on Rogue! I told you before I’ve done it plenty of times, no one’s ever caught me,” Jubilee pleaded.
“Yeah, come on honey, it’ll be fine. Scott’s already in bed and Logan’s probably out prowling in some dive bar. Besides, it’s not like you’re the one who’s grounded, you’ve got nothing to lose,” Bobby told her as he held her hand in his.
“It’s just that, well, Ah’ve never snuck out for anything
before,” Rogue said quietly while biting her lip. Looking at the pleading
looks on her teammates faces she sighed. “Oh, alright then, let’s
go before Ah lose my nerve.”
The four friends opened the bedroom door and snuck into the hallway. Careful not to make a sound they quickly dashed down the stairs and peeked into the rec room. Sean Cassidy, the instructor known as Banshee, was sitting in a recliner reading a newspaper. The group held their breath while John slowly creaked open the front door. Sean looked up from his paper, glanced at the TV, shrugged his shoulders then resumed reading. The students silently sighed relief as they darted out of the door and down the sidewalk towards the front gate.
Warren flipped through the pages of his book. Too restless to sleep, he slipped in his bookmark and placed the book on his side table. He stared at his alarm clock and watched as it blinked 8:45, then 8:46, then 8:47. Sighing, he slowly climbed out of bed and slipped into one of his uniforms. The evening was clear and cool, perfect weather for flying. Opening his window, he slipped out and onto the roof of the mansion. As he unfurled his magnificent wings he admired them for a moment before taking to the sky.
Flying had always been a joyous thing for the senior X-Man. Young and rich, Warren Worthington had been born into one of the wealthiest families in New York City. He had been raised in a sheltered environment until his mutation began at 13, when beautiful, oversized white-feathered wings had mysteriously sprung from his back. Initially frightened and embarrassed the young man tried to hide them, disguising them under heavy clothing. He even designed a harness which helped to keep the wings permanently secured to his back. Over time Warren eventually learned to embrace his mutation. When he decided to use it for the good of others he adopted the code-name ‘Angel’. For years he was a vigilante, fighting crime and helping those in need. When Charles Xavier discovered him and invited him to the School for Gifted Youngsters, Angel declined. As time went by he changed his mind and enrolled at the institute, eventually graduating to the role of instructor. When he was promoted to CEO of his families Fortune 500 Company Warren cut back on his duties at the institute, yet continued to reside at the mansion he had called ‘home’ for so many years.
Feeling the air brush over his skin, Angel looked down at the wonderful sites below him. Everything looked so peaceful, so tranquil from this high up. As he flew beyond the gates of the school grounds, Warren paused. Up ahead at the bus stop were four young teenagers. Swooping down, but remaining hidden behind the trees, Warren flew in for a closer look.
“Well I’ll be _damned_!” he muttered as he watched Bobby, Rogue, Jubilee and John flash their bus passes and walk towards the back of the bus. Staying behind the trees, Warren followed the bus as it resumed its course.
As the bus rolled to a stop in front of the movie theater, the children darted
off and ran towards the ticket counter. Warren watched carefully as the kids
paid for their tickets and ran into the building. Shaking his head, he began
to flap his wings and headed back for the mansion.
Inside the theater, the children waited in line for the concessions.
“Jubilee, if we wait much longer, we’re gonna miss the movie!” John complained.
“Oh hush, we’re fine. Besides, I wouldn’t dream of watching a movie without a root beer and a box of gummi bears!” Jubilee countered.
“Fine, but if we miss one preview it’s your butt!”
Taking her drink and box of treats from the concession girl, Jubilee turned and stuck her tongue out at John, ducked to avoid a punch in the arm and led the way into the theater.
Back at the mansion, Warren opened the front door and found Sean dozing in the recliner.
“Sean, wake up. _Sean_!” Warren said hurriedly.
“Huh? What? What is it, Warren?” Sean said as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
“Come with me, we’ve got some rooms to check,” Warren said as he ran towards the stairs.
“Rooms to check? I dinnea understand?” his Irish colleague said, confused and still dazed from his abrupt awakening.
“Just come on, I’ll explain in a minute” Warren said as he rounded the corner to the dormitories. Knocking on Jubilee’s door, he waited for a reply.
Chewing on a gummi bear, Jubilee scrunched down in her seat and propped her tennis-shoed clad feet on the seat in front of her. Looking to her left she watched as Bobby leaned into Rogue and kissed her gloved hand. Rolling her eyes, Jubilee turned to John.
“This movie is gonna totally rock! I’ve been waiting for like, ever to see it.”
“Well, it’s been out for a month now, what’s taken you so long?” John asked.
“Well let’s see…I was grounded the first and third weekend, and on the second weekend it was raining and nobody would drive me to the theater,” Jubilee said, emphasizing the word ‘nobody’ with an elbow to Bobby’s ribs.
“Huh? Well shoot Jubes, regardless of what you may think I’m not your personal chauffeur,” Bobby said annoyingly before turning his attention back to Rogue.
Jubilee made a face and settled down into her seat as the lights began to dim.
“JUBILEE? ROGUE? Open the door, girls,” Warren said loudly as he continued to bang on the door. He knew the formalities were fruitless but was hoping beyond hope that the four figures he’d seen walking into the theatre were in fact _not_ his students. “Sean, go check Bobby and John’s room,” he ordered, more than certain he was wasting their time.
Sean rapped on the bedroom door down the hall. In their hurry to leave earlier the boys neglected to shut the door completely and as soon as Sean touched it with his knuckles the door swung open. Walking inside the room and meandering his way through the piles of laundry on the floor Sean called softly for the boys once more, receiving no answer.
“They’re not in here, Warren. What about the lasses?”
“Nope, nothing in here but dirty clothes and the stench of hairspray.” Warren answered, shaking his head. “Damn it,” he hissed.
“Damn what?” Scott asked cautiously. Dressed in silk boxers and a robe, the X-Men leader was heading back from the kitchen, a bottle of chardonnay and two wine glasses in his hands.
“We’ve got a problem, Scott. Seems that we’ve got a few
students gone AWOL,” Warren answered.
“Oh great, and I can just guess which ones. How in the….” Fuming, Scott peered inside the room.
“They’re at the movies. I was out stretching my wings when I thought I saw Jubilee, Rogue, John and Bobby boarding the city bus. I followed it and watched as they got off at the movie theater. I came back here hoping I was wrong but Sean and I’ve searched the rooms and there’s no sign of them,” Warren explained. “The way I figure they’re going to be at least a couple of hours. How do you want to deal with this?”
“Give me a moment to get dressed and we’ll go ‘retrieve’ them,” Scott answered, looking down at the wine glasses in his hands. ‘There goes our romantic evening,’ he thought as he continued down the hall to his bedroom.
“I guess we’ll be implementing our new ‘program’ sooner than we thought,” Warren said matter-of-factly to Sean.
“Aye, I suppose we will,” Sean smirked.
As he slipped on his jacket Scott bent to kiss Jean on the lips. “I’m sorry my love, but you understand.”
“Of course I do, honey. I just can’t believe they would do this. I mean, I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything less from Jubilee, but from Rogue? She’s usually so mindful, so obedient.” Jean said softly.
“Yeah, it looks like a certain firecracker is starting to wear off on her,” Scott said with a grimace. “Not to worry, after tonight I intend on dampening that girls spark a tad.”
“As you should. But do remember that she is only thirteen,” Jean reminded him.
“Yes, and at thirteen she should know better. They _all_ should,” Scott said as he ran a mental checklist. “Ok, I’ve got my keys, my hat…alright, I’m off. I love you,” he said as he leaned in to kiss the top of her head.
“Love you too, dear” she replied lovingly as she rolled onto her stomach and picked up her novel from the bedside table.
Warren and Sean were waiting in the hall when Scott exited his room. “Ready?” he asked as the three men made their way down the hall and to the stairs. As they reached the bottom of the stairwell they saw Logan open the front door.
“You’re back early,” Sean said.
“Yeah, ain’t much goin’ on. Where you guy’s headed?” Logan asked.
“It seems we’ve got a flock of students missing from the grounds. I’ll give you three guesses on whom,” Scott said.
“No need,” Logan growled, sniffing the air. “Where are they?”
“The movie theater. We’re on our way there now to bust up their little party,” Warren answered.
“That ain’t gonna be the only thing gettin’ busted before this night is through. Let’s go.” Logan said angrily as the four X-Men headed for the garage.
Racing through the streets of town, the van slammed to a halt in front of the cinema. The murmur of teenager voices loitering by the ticket window quickly grew hushed as the four large, brooding men passed through the revolving door. In the lead was Logan, who barely gave the usher a second glance as he stormed past the young man and into the lobby.
“Uh, excuse me sir?” the young man said, his voice cracking. “Uh, I need to see your ticket sir.”
“We are looking for four teenagers. Two boys and two girls. They bought tickets to a show about an hour ago,” Warren informed the young man.
“Uh, I don’t know sir, we’ve had a busy night,” he replied before returning his attention to Logan. “Sir, I said I need to see your…uh, your ticket.”
Witnessing the disturbance, the theatre manager approached the ticket counter.
“Is there a problem here?” he asked.
“Actually, yes there is,” Scott answered. “We need to look in your theater. It appears several of our students snuck out of the house and we believe they are watching one of your movies.”
“Nobody gets into a movie without a ticket. Company policy,” the manager said with a glare.
“Sir, I dinnea think ye understand. We are looking for a few…” Sean began before the manager interrupted.
“No sir, you are the one who does not understand. We are running a business here and cannot allow just anyone to run free in our halls “looking” for people, as you so claim. Now, pay for your tickets or be on your way,” he said angrily.
The manager watched as Logan proceeded towards one of the individual theatre doors. He shouted and ran after him. “Hey, I said get your ass back here and pay or get out!”
Reaching Logan as he was finishing his sentence, the manager grabbed him by the arm. In a flash Logan grabbed the man by the throat and shoved him against the wall. His brow furrowed, he glared into the other mans eyes. Their noses almost touching and his strong, steel-laced hand still around the man’s throat, he growled. “Four kids. Two boys. Two girls. Bought tickets an hour ago. Don’t make me ask ya again, bub.”
Beads of sweat poured down the manager’s face as he felt the fingers around his throat tighten. Closing his eyes, he felt faint as Sean and Scott pried Logan’s hand from his throat.
“Please excuse him, sir. We don’t mean to cause any trouble,” Scott said as he shot Logan a look. “These children, we need to know which theater they’re in.”
Scott watched as the man slid down the wall and slumped to the side in a dead faint. Rolling his eyes in frustration, Scott propped the man back up and turned to the others. “Let’s just start checking the theaters. They’re bound to be in one of them.”
The men watched as Logan slammed open the door to one of the theatre rooms. Following him inside, they watched as he stomped in front of the bottom row of seats and sniffed the air. After several boos and shouts of ‘down in front’ from the audience, he walked back to the side aisle where his teammates were waiting. “Nope, not in here,” he said as he stomped back down the aisle and into another theatre.
“I’ve gotta pee” Jubilee hissed to John as she climbed over Bobby and Rogue, “tell me what I miss!” Opening the door, she stepped into the hallway and turned right, heading towards the ladies room.
Across the hall a theatre door slammed. Logan stumbled into the hallway, followed by the rest of the team.
“How many screens does this place have?” Warren asked.
“Too many if ye ask me!” Sean answered.
“Here, let’s look in this one,” Scott said, pointing to the door Jubilee had just exited.
“Wait, hold up,” Logan said, holding up his hands as he sniffed the air. He looked around him, then up and down the hall. “I smell her. It’s fresh. Jubilee’s been here.”
After washing her hands Jubilee applied a second coat of lip gloss to her lips. Smacking them together, she walked towards the bathroom door and gave it a hard tug. As she took her first step out she heard the voices of her teachers. Her jaw dropped in shock as she let out a small gasp before quickly closing the door.
“They must be in that theatre then,” Warren said, pointing to the same one Scott had. “Let’s go get them.”
Logan heard a gasp and looked towards the ladies room as the door was clicking shut. “You guys go; I think I’ve found our main culprit right over there,” he said, jerking his head towards the bathroom. Scott, Sean and Warren nodded before opening the door to the theatre and walking inside.
In two strides Logan was at the ladies room door. With a balled-up fist he swung it open, letting it crash against the wall inside. He peered inside the empty restroom, noticing the wads of brown paper towels on the floor and the splashes of water on the sink basin. He sniffed the air and scrunched up his nose. Not the most pleasant of smells, being a restroom, but one thing was certain: Jubilee was indeed in here.
John sat facing forward, totally engrossed in the movie. He was surprised the girls actually _wanted_ to see an action flick and he wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass by. Stuffing another handful of popcorn into his mouth he was oblivious to the young couple to his right.
Bobby stared at Rogue like a lovesick puppy. Gently caressing her gloved hands
in his left, he had his right arm around her shoulders, his fingers rubbing
her clothed upper arm. Rogue’s inability to touch anything had not put
as much of a damper on their blossoming relationship as one would have thought.
Of course it wasn’t always easy finding new and interesting ways to have
fun, but the two young mutants were managing. Rogue looked up into Bobby’s
face, running her covered fingers over his shapely lips. She did not hear the
door slam at the bottom of the theatre steps, nor did she see the three burly
men standing in front of the screen. John saw them though, and quickly slumped
into his seat.
Jubilee stood on the toilet in the last stall nearest the wall. She tried to think of an excuse for being in the bathroom of the movie theatre when she knew she should be in her room at the mansion, but her mind was racing too fast for any coherent thoughts to stick. She could hear the doors slamming one by one as Logan methodically burst through each one. When he got to the last stall, she heard him pause and sniff the air. She closed her eyes as the door slammed open, the force so strong that the bottom hinge broke, leaving the door dangling before her. She slowly opened one eye, saw the 6’3” hairy, muscular angered man before her and quickly shut it again.
Warren spotted Rogue’s strand of white hair and plowed up the steps to her seat. “Get up and come with us. Now. Do not argue or cause anymore of a scene or you will be sorry,” he commanded, glaring at his three students. Quickly and obediently the three teenagers piled out of their seats and walked past Warren down the stairs where they were met by Sean and Scott. Grasping one kid each by the upper arm the three X-Men stomped out of the theatre and into the hallway.
“Jubilation Lee,” Logan growled as he wrapped both of his strong hands around Jubilee’s upper arms and lifted her from the toilet seat.
“Uh… hey Wolvie?!?” Jubilee half said, half asked, trying to access the mood of her friend.
“Don’t ‘Wolvie’ me, little girl. What the _hell_ are you doin’ here?” Logan asked, his mood clearly deteriorating by the moment.
“Uh, going to the restroom?” she answered meekly.
The look on Logan’s face soon told her that was the wrong answer. His eye’s widened then quickly narrowed as he tightened his grasp on her right arm and let go of her left. Yanking her to his side, Logan wasted no time in bending her over his left hip and circling his left arm around her waist. Jubilee furrowed her brow and looked around the restroom, clearly confused and frightened. Logan lifted her yellow slicker and tucked it in between his left arm and her waist. He then raised his right arm and delivered a hard spank right to the middle of her upturned, short-clad bottom. Gasping, Jubilee tried to wiggle free but Logan’s arm only closed in tighter around her waist. Quickly bringing his hand up, he brought it back down again, once on each bottom cheek and a final, hard spank to her round middle. Uncurling his arm from her waist, he grabbed both of her arms again and bent down to look at her shocked face.
“You’re in a lot of trouble, little girl. Let’s go,”
he growled as he dragged her out of the restroom.
The van ride back to the mansion was a quiet one. Scott drove, his jaw set and his hands gripping the steering wheel. Sean sat in the passenger seat with Warren and Logan taking the first bench. Squeezing their bottoms in the back bench were four very nervous students.
Bobby glanced at Rogue. Sensing her fear he grabbed her gloved hand and squeezed it. She looked up at him and gave a half-hearted smile. Jubilee shifted in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position for her sore bottom. She sniffled dramatically and bumped into John.
“Hey! Watch it!” John hollered, throwing Jubilee a nasty look.
“Well scooch over then! I’m like, totally fallin’ off here!” Jubilee hissed.
“I can’t, there’s no more room,” John said between clenched teeth.
“SHUT UP, THE BOTH OF YOU!” Logan roared, whipping around to face the arguing students. “Keep your hands to yourselves and be quiet. Not another word if you know what’s good for you.”
John looked down while Jubilee lips fell into a pout. She wanted to rub her bottom but didn’t dare move; instead she just shifted her shoulders towards the window and watched the streetlights pass.
Pulling into the garage Scott put the van in park and turned around to face his students.
“Go straight to the Professor’s study. I want you standing against the wall, noses touching and hands behind your back. Do not talk. Do not move. Go,” he said evenly.
The children looked at Scott; their eyes questioning what their ears had just heard. The look on his face showed them this was no joke though, and piling out of the van they hurried out of the garage and into the mansion. Scott gathered the other men to work out a plan.
In the study the students leaned forward, their noses touching the wall as instructed. Rogue licked her lips, raised her head slightly to make sure they were alone then spoke.
“Jubilee, Ah thought you said we wouldn’t get caught.”
“Shut up!” Jubilee hissed. “I don’t know what happened. I mean, I’ve snuck out lotsa times and no one’s ever caught me before.”
“Well they did this time, and with us with you!” John said. “And you guys, they look pretty mad. I don’t think we’re getting out of here with just a tap on the wrist.”
“No, more like several taps on the butt, eh Jubes?” Bobby snickered, lifting his head to look at Jubilee. After being hustled into the lobby at the theatre, Bobby had been the one closest to the woman’s room when Logan and Jubilee had their little “chat” and had overheard the whole thing. Jubilee blushed.
“What do you mean, Bobby? What’s going on, Jubilee?” Rogue asked.
“I mean I heard Logan give Jubilee a spanking in the ladies room, that’s what,” Bobby answered.
“NO! Jubes, did he really?” Rogue asked.
Biting her bottom lip Jubilee lowered her head and closed her eyes.
Outside the door Scott, Logan, Warren and Sean put the finishing touches on their plan. Deciding that the four men’s evening had been ruined by the misbehaving youths, it was only justified that all four take part in the punishment. They opened the study door and walked inside, the muffled voices of the students ceasing.
“I thought I said no talking,” Scott said icily as he stood behind the four teenagers. “Turn around.”
Slowly turning, the four students looked at their teacher. Jubilee blinked nervously, her eyes glancing from Scott to Warren, who was sitting on one of the over-sized chairs; to Sean standing behind the couch with his arms crossed over his chest; then finally to Logan. Standing to Scott’s right Logan had his hands on his hips, his long fingers taping his wide, worn leather belt. Jubilee noticed this and quickly looked back at the X-Men leader.
“As if I even need to ask…” Scott said as he turned his
head towards Jubilee, “but who’s idea was it to sneak out?”
The young students fidgeted under the taller mans glare. Bobby and Rogue looked down while Jubilee looked to her left. John looked right at Scott and answered. “Jubilee. She told us she did it all the time and never got caught.”
The students gasped as Jubilee turned to glare at him. “John, that wasn’t cool,” Bobby sighed.
“I don’t care. I’m probably in enough trouble as it is, I’ll be damned if I’m gonna risk getting into more by trying to spare _her_ butt.” John hissed.
“John, even if it was her idea you’re the one who decided to go. You can’t put all the blame…” Rogue began.
“ENOUGH!” Logan bellowed, stopping her in mid-sentence. “You all snuck out, you’re all goin’ to pay the price. Two of you…” he paused, looking at Bobby and Jubilee, “more than the others.”
“Things are going to be different around here. While we were hoping
to have some time to go over these new changes with _all_ of the students, your
actions tonight have shown us that there is no time like the present,”
Scott spat. “The blatant disrespect and disregard for authority around
here is over. You students have gotten way out of hand and it’s time you
were reigned back in and by God, we are going to do it. The days of groundings
and restrictions as the sole source of punishment are a thing of the past. From
this moment on any and all infractions of the new rules will be dealt with in
a more physical manner.”
The student’s heads snapped up at the announcement and Jubilee’s hands immediately wrapped around her bottom. Having received 5 swats already today she felt she’d had more than her share of spankings and wanted nothing else to do with them. Unfortunately her teachers felt the opposite.
“Uh, what new rules are we talking about?” Bobby asked quietly. He wasn’t particularly interested in the new policies right now but couldn’t think of a better way to stall what he was pretty sure was coming.\
“Oh, rules like _no sneaking out of the house_ or _breaking restriction_,” Logan answered as he glared at the four youngsters. “But I don’t think we need to concern ourselves with the others at this time, do we?”
Blushing, Bobby looked down at his shoes. This did not look good for them,
not one bit.
“Alright, enough talk, let’s get this over with,” Scott said. “For sneaking out of the house you will each receive a spanking. There are four of us and four of you so this should be pretty easy,” Scott said. “Warren, which one do you want?”
“I’ll take John,” Warren answered, getting up from his chair and standing behind it. “Come here, son.”
John nervously stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked in between Scott and Logan to Warren.
“Jeans down,” Warren ordered. “I won’t spank you bare but I’m not going to bust my hand over your jeans either.”
Blushing furiously, John unbuttoned his jeans as Warren instructed and pushed them down to his knees. Scott turned back to the other three students.
“You will each be getting 15 swats. This time they will be with our hands. _This time_. I want you three to turn and face the wall. There is no need for you to see each others punishment, hearing it should be sufficient.”
As the three students turned back to the wall Scott nodded to Warren. “When you’re ready,” he said.
Warren nodded in return. “Bend over the back of the chair, John. Reach down and place your hands on the seat cushions,” he said as he checked to be sure John was in place. Bending over the back of the overstuffed chair with his toes barely touching the floor, John buried his face in the back cushion. He felt his body tense as he heard the air conditioning system click on, sending a chilling breeze to his exposed legs.
Warren placed his left hand on the small of John’s back to brace himself. Lifting his right hand high, he brought it down in a thunderous “CLAP” on John’s upturned rear. The boy grunted as he felt his body push forward. He knew it was going to hurt but he didn’t expect it to hurt right away! Immediately Warren brought his hand up again and slammed it back down. John grunted again; he had hoped to get through this humiliating experience with at least some dignity intact but he knew that if he had to endure 13 more spanks at this level that he didn’t stand a chance. As Warren’s large hand slammed down a third, fourth and fifth time his grunts quickly turned into gasps and by the sixth spank tears began to trickle down his cheeks.
Warren looked down at the reddening bottom as he brought his hand down again. Taking care to deliver an even spanking, the winged X-Man made sure to alternate his spanks between cheeks. Starting at the top and moving downward, by the tenth swat he was at the top of the sobbing young mans thighs. Remembering this to be a particularly sensitive spot, Warren used his left hand to push John a little higher over the back of the couch. This left the tender undercurve in perfect position as Warren deliberately delivered three hard swats right into the crease. The pain was so much that John could no longer contain himself and began to cry out loud. Warren looked at the boy’s brief-covered bottom and noted how red the outlying area’s had become. He was sure the bottom itself was as least a darker shade of pink then before and hurriedly delivered the last two spanks right to the middle of John’s bottom. John lifted his head and cried out then dropped it back onto the cushion. Warren patted his back and helped to lift him off of the chair.
“Pull your pants up and go back by the wall. We’re finished,” Warren said evenly as John bent over to pick up his jeans. Gently sliding them over his spanked bottom he rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands and hugged himself as he made his way back over to the wall. Standing back in place next to Bobby he tried to resist the childish urge to rub some of the pain out of his bottom but finally gave in.
“Sean, you’re up,” Scott said as he walked over to the professor’s desk.
“I’ll take the lass. Rogue, come ‘ere,” Sean said as
he sat up on the couch.
Shaking slightly Rogue slowly turned around and walked towards the Irishman. As she walked towards the back of the couch she stopped when she felt his hand grasp her wrist.
“No lass, yuir small enough yet to go over my knee. Come ‘ere,” Sean said as he led the young girl to his right side.
“But…but John?” Rogue tried to argue as she felt Sean gently push her upper body over his knees.
“John is a good bit taller than ye are, it would be much harder to deliver a proper spanking to him over the knee. Ye lasses on the other hand…” Sean said as he positioned Rogue properly. Situating her stomach over his left knee Sean made sure that her bottom was directly over his right, giving him a large enough space to work in. He put his hands at the hem of her flowing skirt and began to pull it over her waist.
“Wait Sean, don’t touch her skin,” Scott directed.
“I know. I think the lass is wearing stockings of some sort. Is that right, Rogue?” Sean said.
“Uh, yeah, Ah have tights on. But I can go slip something _thicker_ on if you need me too,” Rogue said hopefully.
“Nay, that’ll not be necessary,” Sean answered as he placed
his hand on Rogue’s bottom and then lower down her thigh. “I’m
not feeling anything, these seem to be thick enough. Ok lass, steady yourself
by holding onto my ankle if you need to and do not kick. I’m not going
to lie to you, this is going to hurt but I want you to control your legs. Understand?”
“Yes sir,” Rogue sniffled as she grabbed hold of Sean’s lower leg.
Raising his right hand, Sean commenced to spanking Rogue’s small bottom. Starting at the top he delivered two swats to the same spot as he made his way down. Biting her bottom lip, Rogue tried to keep from crying out but between the uncomfortable position she was in and the uncomfortable, downright pain she felt in her bottom she couldn’t help herself and began to cry aloud. Each smack of the large hand on her bottom brought more tears streaming down her cheeks. By the eighth spank Rogue was begging for Sean to stop and by the thirteenth she quit struggling and just sobbed. Fearing he had gone to far Sean delivered the last two spanks very quickly to the middle of her bottom and began to stroke her hair.
“Shhhhh. It’s all finished lass. It’s all finished,” he comforted her as he continued stroking her hair and back. Slowly lifting her to a standing position he grabbed a tissue and dabbed at the tears on her cheek. “Ye did real good. Go back by the wall now, ok?” he whispered, giving her the tissue. Her shoulders shaking, Rogue walked back over to the wall beside John and held her head in her hands, sobbing.
Scott watched as Rogue took her place besides John and turned to the next child to be punished.
Bobby turned around and walked towards Scott. His jaw set and his eyes blazing he glared at Scott before whizzing past him and standing in front of the desk.
“Is this good enough for you or do you want me over the couch too?” he asked coolly. He knew he should probably be watching his mouth right about now but having to listen to both his best friend and his girlfriend get spanked right in front of him had really angered him.
“The desk is fine. Take down your jeans and bend over. Reach across the top and grab the other side for support,” Scott answered, glancing at Logan as he walked over to the desk. Logan shrugged his shoulders; he could tell that Bobby’s attitude was only going to make this harder.
“I’m ready, sir. Do you want me to count along as well?” Bobby asked sarcastically. As embarrassed as he was he couldn’t help the anger he felt boiling in him and wasn’t afraid to let the rest of the room know it.
“That won’t be necessary,” Scott answered before Logan cut
in. “Cut the crap Drake. You’ve got this comin’ and you know
it so be quiet.”
Glaring ahead, Bobby positioned himself over the desk as Scott instructed. Looking down at the boy’s blue and red striped boxer shorts, Scott placed his left hand on Bobby’s back and began spanking his bottom.
Bobby felt the pain in his backside as Scott began to warm it but he was determined not to cry like the two before him had. He knew that he was wrong to sneak out and to break his restriction but damn it, he was sixteen years old and that was way too old to get spanked. Especially considering that the one doing the spanking was barely more than a decade older than he was. Grunting with each swat Bobby held firm and did not let even one tear trickle down his cheek.
Scott delivered the first five spanks without so much as a peep coming from the young man bent over before him. Hardening himself, Scott swung his hand back and delivered another 3 spanks one on top of each other to the exact same spot on the young mans behind. Still not a sound was heard. Scott knew a challenge when he heard one, or ‘did not’ hear one, as the case were. Using much of his strength he delivered the rest of the spanks at near-full-force, finally hearing a loud grunt escape the lips of the punished youth. Knowing that he had made his point, Scott left the hardest spank for last and blazed it across the center of Bobby’s boxer covered bottom. Grunting aloud, Bobby exhaled and stood up, bending over to pull up his jeans. Looking Scott in the eye he said “Is that it?”
Struggling to maintain his composure, Scott looked back at Bobby. “For sneaking out, yes. You will receive your remaining punishment for breaking restriction tomorrow. Go back to the wall. Logan, you’re up.”
Jubilee shuddered. She knew that she was next, the last one to get spanked. She also knew that it would be her Wolvie doing the spanking. Her stomach knotted up as she waited for Logan to call her over. To her surprise his was not the voice she heard next.
“Tomorrow? No, that’s bullshit,” Bobby said angrily. “I’m not waiting until tomorrow to find out what else you’re going to do to me.”
Jubilee glanced over her shoulder and watched as Logan turned back towards Bobby. She shifted her gaze to Rogue and John. Was Bobby really arguing with Scott, right here, right now? The three students couldn’t believe it and kept their mouths shut.
“Bobby. The wall. NOW!” Scott bellowed. Bobby felt a tinge of
fear but pushed it aside. ‘Hell’ he thought to himself ‘I’ve
already been spanked, how much worse can it get?’
“No,” he said defiantly. “If I’m going to be punished I want to get it over with. Whatever you have planned for me tomorrow, tell me and let’s just finish it.”
“Ten licks with my belt. That’s what we have planned for you,” Logan answered gruffly. “And if you continue to act like a brat I’ll be more than happy to give ‘em to you. Now do as Scott says and get back to the wall. Jubilee?”
Her heart racing, Jubilee turned and faced Logan. Not only was she going to get fifteen spanks right now she just heard she was going to get ten tomorrow, and with Logan’s belt! She started to cry. She felt stupid and childish but she couldn’t help it, for a girl who’d never gotten as much as a swat on the bottom in her life she was surely raking them in today. Luckily for her she was about to get a bit of a reprieve.
“Screw you. I’m not going back to the wall,” Bobby yelled. Logan slowly turned to face the young man who dared to speak to him in such a way. The deadly glare was unmistakable and Bobby silently cursed himself for letting his pride take it this far. He considered backing down but quickly dismissed the thought. “If you’re going to whip me do it now or don’t do it at all.”
“Bobby, you’ve had enough for one night. Come on kid, don’t cause any more trouble,” Warren said, moving towards the young man.
“No Warren. If the kid wants to get it over with, I’m more than happy to oblige,” Logan said as he began unbuckling his belt.
“Logan, I don’t know about…” Scott began.
“Scott, if the boy wants to get it over with I’m not gonna make him wait. Jubilee?” Logan said, turning to look at the young girl. “Jubilee, go back to the wall, we’re going to take care of this first and then we’ll get to you.”
Jubilee stepped back to the wall and turned around. Relief washed over her, followed quickly by the same fear and anticipation as before. Not only did she have to listen to her three friends get spanked before her, now she had to listen to what she would be receiving tomorrow. She continued to cry as she rested her forehead on the wall.
Rogue stood listening to the argument between her boyfriend and the other X-Men. When she heard Logan unbuckling his belt she felt compelled to speak up.
“Bobby, please stop. Please!” Rogue pleaded.
“Rogue, turn around,” Scott directed as Bobby lowered his jeans once more.
“Bobby, it doesn’t have to be this way. Please!” Rogue cried, her voice rising in fear.
Sean walked over to Rogue and placed his hand on her shoulder, spinning her back to face the wall. “This is the way he wants it, lass. Stay put and don’t turn around again,” he said kindly.
“Maybe we should let the others go first. They do not need to witness this,” Warren said as Logan finished taking the belt from it’s loops and doubled it over in his hand.
“No one’s going anywhere,” Logan spat. “Mr. Impatient here could have waited and had his punishment in the privacy of his own room tomorrow but he didn’t want to wait, he wanted it now. Well, ask and ye shall receive.”
Scott and Warren stepped back as Logan raised his belt high in the air and swung it down over Bobby’s still-sore bottom. Again and again the belt whistled through the air and landed right on its target. The pain was excruciating. By the forth lick Bobby began to cry and he was screaming by the sixth.
Rogue clutched her stomach and cried, the screams coming from the boy she cared so much for making her sick. John sniffed as fresh tears leaked from his reddened eyes. Jubilee sobbed. If the pain was causing Bobby to cry like this, what was it going to do to her? She hugged herself tightly, afraid to let go.
Though it didn’t look it right now, Logan felt bad for the young man before him. He knew how embarrassing it was to get spanked like a little kid, he’d been on the receiving end of a belt more times then he could remember. But he also knew how important this was and would be damned if he was going to let a little sixteen year old punk like Robert Drake talk to him like he had. He’d killed many a man for much less, and since killing wasn’t an option he decided to make the best of it by delivering the final four licks in such a way to where the young man wouldn’t forget them for a while. He grabbed the waistband of Bobby’s boxer shorts and gathered them in his hand, pulling them taut across his bottom. Raising his body higher up and across the desk, Logan concentrated the last four licks directly to the undercurve of Bobby’s bottom. One on top of another the spanks landed with Bobby screaming after each one. When the last spank was delivered Logan let go of the gathered underwear in his hand and watched as Bobby collapsed on the desktop. Slipping the thick belt back through his belt loops Logan buckled it before putting his hand on Bobby’s back and rubbing it.
Scott and Warren looked at each other. Neither of the men had much experience with the spanking of others. Each had been on the receiving end before and they both agreed that this was the best type of punishment to use on the kids at the institute but neither had any idea that such a severe spanking would either be given or needed this early in the game. They trusted Logan though and knew that he would never do anything to permanently hurt any of the children. As they watched Logan rub Bobby’s back Scott walked towards them and helped Bobby stand.
Tears streaming down his flushed face, Bobby covered his face with his hands and cried. His bottom was on fire, it hurt so much. He’d been spanked when he was younger, even with a belt but it had been nothing like this. Without a word Logan reached down and picked up the young mans jeans, slowly pulling them over his bottom and leaving them unbuttoned in front. Scott took Bobby’s chin in his hand and lifted it. Bobby managed to open his eyes and look at his team leader.
“Shhhh, it’s over. Go back to the wall now. Go on,” he said gently. Bobby shuddered and nodded as he clutched his jeans to keep them from falling and slowly walked to the wall. Rubbing his bottom with one hand he continued wiping away the seemingly unstoppable tears that drenched his face with the other.
Sean walked from Rogue to Bobby and squeezed his shoulder before walking to the other three men. “Do ye think we should continue? The kids seem to be a bit upset,” he asked.
“I know, I think that last one really drove the point home,” Scott answered. “But we still have Jubilee to deal with. I don’t think we should put it off any longer, especially considering it was her idea that brought them here to begin with.”
“Logan, are you up for dealing with it or would you rather one of us take over?” Warren asked. “I know we all agreed that you would punish her but since you just finished with Bobby…”
“No. I’m fine. I’ll handle Jubilee. I _need_ to handle Jubilee. You all know that as well as I do,” Logan answered as he walked away from the desk.
“Jubilee? Come here girl.”
Hearing her name Jubilee let out a gasp. She had overheard the men talking and knew that they were not going to put off her punishment, but hearing her name still startled her. She turned around and slowly walked towards her doom.
Warren and Scott left Logan’s side and walked over to the wall where
the previously punished students stood. Bobby’s wailing cries had subsided
but his body shook with sobs. Rogue had reached a gloved hand out to comfort
him but he gently pushed it away out of embarrassment. It was bad enough to
have been so severely punished in front of his girlfriend; he didn’t want
her to be the one to comfort him; that would just be too weird. Warren stood
behind Rogue and Bobby and gently laid his hands on their shoulders. He had
a feeling by the time Logan was finished with Jubilee’s punishment they
would need a bit more comfort.
“Jubilee, you were the mastermind behind tonight’s shenanigans. Even if John hadn’t have ratted you out I would have no doubt it was your idea. If I’m wrong, tell me so. But remember,” Logan paused and pointed to his nose. “I can tell when you’re lyin’.”
“No sir, it was my idea,” Jubilee admitted, looking down at her painted pink toenails. All the spark and spunk had left the poor girl the minute she heard Logan’s belt come in contact with Bobby’s rear end. She knew she had no where to run, no one to rely on and was almost ready to give up. Almost. Looking up to Logan, her dark brown eyes glistening with tears, Jubilee thought one heartfelt plea couldn’t hurt.
“Please don’t spank me Wolvie…._please_! I know I was wrong and I’ve already gotten spanked for it. I’ll do anything, please! I’ll wash your bike, I’ll take out the trash for a month, I’ll…uh, I’ll wash every toilet in the mansion. Just please, _please_ don’t spank me again!”
Logan watched as big tears streamed from the young girls eyes. God, this was killing him. It was hard enough to have to spank her in front of everyone in the room; did she have to make it harder by giving him the ‘sad eyes’ routine? Not that he doubted her sincerity, he knew for a fact that by the time he finished with her she would be one sad little girl indeed. He also knew that she had this coming, and in fact had had it coming for some time now. It still broke his heart though.
“Jubilee,” he said firmly, “you make your bed, now you’ve gotta lie in it. Unbutton your shorts and drop ‘em.”
“No Wolvie…noooo!” Jubilee muttered as her hands fumbled with her waistband. She knew she was only making it worse for herself by stalling but she couldn’t help it. Never in her 13 years had she ever been this frightened. No battle, no mission had ever had her this scared.
Growing impatient with her fumbling and anxious to get the punishment over with, Logan reached down and ripped Jubilee’s shorts off of her hips, the small button snapping off and falling to the floor. Propping himself on the desk and raising his left leg to rest on the marble desktop, Logan grabbed the sobbing young girl and lifted her over his leg. He adjusted her pink panties, which had shifted half-way down her bottom when he had yanked down her shorts, and gathered her long t-shirt in his left hand, resting it on the small of her back. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and steeled himself for what he knew had to be done.
Jubilee could feel Logan adjusting her and continued to cry. She’d never been in this position before, figurative nor literally and was scared to death. Would it hurt? A lot? Would she be able to sit afterwards? Would her Wolvie still love her?
Logan opened his eyes, looked at the small pantied bottom over his leg and took aim. He raised his hand and let it come crashing down. Again and again his hard, calloused hand rained down on the young girl’s rear. By the fifth smack the uncovered areas around punished bottom were turning a dark shade of pink and by the eighth the imprints from his strong hand were starting to take shape.
Jubilee gasped as she felt Logan’s hand come in contact with her upturned bottom. The pain wasn’t much at first and for a split second she thought it would not be so bad. Then came the second smack. Then the third. That’s the pain set in, at first a sharp sting that quickly turned into a continual burn. By the fifth spank the young girl was screaming in pain, squirming over the thick muscular leg of the man known as Wolverine.
Logan tightened his grasp of the little girl and continued his assault on her reddening bottom. He delivered four quick smacks to middle her rear, one on top of the other. Jubilee bucked at this and began to wildly kick her legs.
“Stop kicking Jubilee,” Logan instructed. Jubilee couldn’t hear him though; she was so engrossed in her own pain that she couldn’t stop her legs from flailing about. Logan raised his hand and slapped the middle of the screaming girl’s thighs, both as a means of getting her attention and to stop the kicking. Jubilee let out a howl and hung her head.
“I said stop kicking. If you do that again I’ll smack your thighs again, understand?” Logan asked, waiting for an answer. When he didn’t get one he smacked her bottom. “I said, do you understand?”
“Y...Y…Yes…Wolvie,” Jubilee sobbed as she grabbed Logan’s thigh in her hands and squeezed. The pain was unbearable, she had no idea how many she’d gotten so far and didn’t know if she could take anymore.
Hearing her struggled response was almost too much for Logan. He shut his eyes then snapped them back open. Setting his jaw he raised his hand again and continued with the spanking. Ready to finish the punishment he gave the rest of the spanking in rapid-fire swats, making sure not to ignore the girl’s undercurve. He gave four hard smacks to the sensitive area and finished with two final spanks on the rounded peaks of the wounded bottom.
Jubilee screamed with each smack and when the final two spanks hit her she dug her nails into the large thigh underneath her. She threw back her head and screamed, then collapsed over his leg.
Logan paced himself. He didn’t want it to appear that he was sorry to
have punished her by grabbing and comforting her but it was killing him to see
her in so much pain. He brought himself to gently stroke her back and slowly
lifted her off of the desktop, standing her before him.
Jubilee stood before her Wolvie, shuddering and sobbing, both of her hands wrapped around her very sore bottom and rubbing it vigorously. Stamping her feet to try to relieve some of the pain she knew she must look ridiculous to the others in the room but she didn’t care.
Logan reached down and took her chin in his hand, lifting her tear-streaked face towards his.
“It’s over, darlin’. Go back by the wall.” he said gently, turning her around and guiding her “Go on now…go.”
Logan popped the top of his beer and took a long swig. After Jubilee’s punishment the four X-Men lectured the students on the new rules and what was to be expected from them before sending them to their rooms. The teammates took to the kitchen, unwinding from the earlier events in almost complete silence. After twenty minutes Scott and Warren excused themselves to have a talk with John and Bobby. Remembering what it was like to be spanked as a kid the men knew it was important to talk to the boys before they went to sleep. Sean and Logan remained in the kitchen, sipping their drinks.
“So are ye goin’ ta talk to Jubilee? Or are ye goin’ ta wait ‘till the morn?” Sean asked.
“I don’t know,” Logan answered gruffly. “Slim’s gotta point, it does seem better to get everything out in the open and cleared up before they go to sleep, but I don’t think Jubes is gonna wanna see me right about now.”
“Nay, I think yuir wrong on that one, Logan. I think the lass needs to see ye now more ‘an ye know,” Sean said as he took a sip of his whiskey. “I know I plan on talkin’ to Rogue in a bit. What if I take her outside for a walk, give you and Jubilee a little privacy? I know this had to have been much harder on ye than on the rest of us, bein’ ye have so much invested in the lass.”
Logan huffed. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about Irish. Jubilee needed her butt whipped, I whipped it, end of story.”
“Yuir right Logan, she did deserve what she got, no one’s denyin’ that. But we all know how much ye care about the lass, it’s no secret,” Sean said calmly.
“I care about all the kids…”
“Ay, but Jubilee in particular. And that’s a good thing. Ye and her have a wonderful relationship. She loves ye very much and thinks the world of ye. As ye do her. I dinnea wan’ to see anythin’ get in the way o’ that,” Sean replied.
Logan shrugged his shoulders. He knew what Sean was saying made sense, that he’d grown to love this young girl more than he’d ever loved anyone. And while he wasn’t sorry for what he’d done, he didn’t know if he was ready to talk to her about it. He wasn’t angry with her anymore, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was his pent-up emotions regarding the girl and his previous lack of judgment regarding her behavior. He was angrier with himself more than anything. The thought of seeing his Jubilee in pain or crying over something that he had done to her; something that could have been avoided had he paid more attention to the signs was what was killing him. He prided himself in being in control of the situation, of always being prepared. In battle, in training, in all aspects of his life he was always prepared and ready for anything; anything except love. And he did love Jubilee, and he wanted what was best for her, though now he couldn’t help but feel that he had let her down.
“I love her too much….that’s my problem,” Logan said, opening up for the first time. “I’ve been too concerned with makin’ her happy that I neglected to see the whole picture. I guess it’s ‘cause if she’s happy, it makes me feel happy and I kinda like that feeling, you know?”
“Ay, I do. It’s amazing, the feelings and emotions that come with allowing yourself to love another. Many times I’m at my happiest when teaching my classes. Seein’ my students, their faces beaming when they’ve figured out a problem or finally caught on to a new concept. It gives me such joy. There is no shame in loving someone,” Sean said with a warm smile.
“No, but when it starts to cloud your judgment, _that’s_ when it becomes a problem,” Logan said softly. “And I’ve let it cloud my mine for too long. No more though, Jubilee and I will be coming to a new understanding on how our relationship will be from here on out,” he paused, crushing his beer can and standing. “Mainly ’cause I can’t take this pain in my heart again. Come on Irish, let’s go talk to the girls.”
Logan leaned against the doorframe, looking at the young girl lying on the bed. Sean had taken Rogue down to the courtyard for their talk, leaving Logan and Jubilee to work things out in private. He gently rapped on the door and when she didn’t move he walked to the side of the bed. Leaning over he saw she was in a light slumber. He debated waking her, decided against it and turned to leave the room.
“Wolvie?” Jubilee asked groggily.
“Hey darlin’,” Logan answered, turning back and sitting
on the edge of the bed.
“What are you doin’ here?” Jubilee asked, her voice rising as fear set in. “I thought you said I wasn’t gonna get any more…”
“Shhhhh, shh, it’s ok. I’m not here to spank you, calm down. I just wanted to see how you were, to talk to you,” Logan said reassuringly, pulling Jubilee up beside him.
Rubbing the fresh sleep out of her eyes Jubilee nestled in besides Logan and rested her head on his chest. She winced as her bottom touched the bed but showed no other outward signs of pain. Logan looked down at her tear-stained face as she gazed forward and sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought.
“Wolvie, did I do something to make you hate me?” Jubilee asked, taking Logan by surprise.
“Of course not darlin’. Why would you ask something like that?”
“Well, ‘cause you’ve been really mean to me today. I don’t know, I thought maybe I made you mad and you didn’t like me anymore,” Jubilee answered softly.
Logan tightened his arm around the young girl, squeezing her small frame into his. “Darlin’,” he said tentatively “you did make me mad, I ain’t gonna lie about that. But there is nothin’ you will ever do that’ll make me quit liking you, to quit _lovin’_ you. That’s kinda our problem here.”
Jubilee turned her face towards Logan’s and furrowed her brow. “Whaddya mean?”
“Well, you and I’ve always been pretty tight. Ever since you rescued me from Pierce and those damn Reavers in Australia you and I’ve had this… bond. It’s unlike any I’ve ever had or probably ever will. You’re my lifeline, kid,” Logan paused, struggling to find the right words to express how he felt. He looked down at Jubilee’s face, into her dark brown eyes which were glossy with unshed tears. He cleared his throat and continued.
“Because of this bond, because I love ya like I do, it’s kinda messed with my judgment on several issues where you’re concerned.” Pausing again, he decided to forgo the formalities and just say it. “In a nutshell darlin’, I’ve been lettin’ you get away with murder around here, and it’s something that’s gotta stop.”
Jubilee gasped and pulled away from Logan. Her face determined, she had obviously taken offense to this and was about to let the man know it.
“I do not! I don’t get away with murder anywhere’s. I mean, damn Wolvie, I just got like, a beatin’ for sneakin’ out. I don’t consider that ‘getting away’ with anything!”
“Watch your mouth, girl,” Logan growled. “Let’s get this straight. You weren’t beaten, you were spanked. There is a difference darlin’. A _big_ difference.”
“Well excuse me, but it sure felt like I was getting’ beaten,” Jubilee huffed, crossing her arms.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had your butt spanked before?” Logan asked, the idea never really occurring to him until now.
“Well no, not really…not until today. And let me tell you I’m glad I hadn’t, it really hurts!” Jubilee answered with a pout.
“Well darlin’, it’s supposed to hurt, that’s why it’s a punishment. And while I’d like to think that we won’t be havin’ this discussion again somethin’ tells me that’s wishful thinkin’,” Logan said with a smirk.
“That’s not funny,” Jubilee glared before looking at the floor.
“Well, regardless of that, my love for you is never gonna change darlin’. But your behavior has got to. Everything we went over with you guys earlier goes especially for you. I’m not tryin’ to pick on you or single you out but you know as well as I do that you’re responsible for much of the havoc around here,” Logan said.
“What can I say? It’s a gift,” Jubilee said, grinning.
“Well, let’s just start working on some of your other ‘gifts’ from now on, ok? I don’t wanna have to hear about you constantly bein’ in trouble,” Logan said, his tone growing more severe. “And trust me, neither do you.”
“No, not if it’s gonna get me what I got tonight,” Jubilee said thoughtfully.
“Darlin’, what you got tonight was just the tip of the iceberg. Speaking of which, do me a favor and lay on your stomach, I wanna check out your bottom,” Logan said as he stood from the bed.
“What?? What do you mean ‘check it out’? I don’t want…”
“Darlin’, I just wanna check and make sure I didn’t bruise you or anythin’. I don’t have to pull down your panties to check and I’m not gonna see anything. Come on now, flip over,” Logan said, gently rolling Jubilee onto her side.
“Like, just kill me now. How embarrassing,” Jubilee muttered as she buried her face in her pillow.
“Oh hush girl, you ain’t got nothin’ I haven’t seen before,” Logan laughed as he lifted up the girl’s oversized nightshirt and looked at her pantied bottom. The outer areas were still a shade of pink and there was a definite pink splotch on one of her upper thighs where he had smacked her to keep her from kicking but otherwise everything looked fine. He lowered the nightshirt and playfully swatted her bottom with the back of his hand.
“Great,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Well darlin’,” Logan said, “it’s been a long day, time to call it a night. Come here.”
Logan pulled Jubilee out of the bed and into a hug, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. “I love you, darlin’.”
“I love you too, Wolvie. Thanks for, you know, comin’ and talkin’ to me and stuff,” Jubilee muttered into his chest.
“Always, darlin’...always,” Logan sighed before giving her
a quick squeeze. Turning to leave he heard the door open and watched as Rogue
entered the room.
“Oh, Ah’m sorry, if you’re not fin...” she began.
“No, you’re fine. Goodnight girls,” Logan said as he shut the door behind him.
“So how’d it go?” Jubilee asked.
“Good, real good. We just talked about tonight and stuff. It was nice, reminded me of when my daddy used to talk to me after he’d punished me,” Rogue said as she climbed into bed. “What about you?”
“Oh, ok I guess. ‘Course I’ve never had an “after-spankin’” talk so I guess it was ok,” Jubilee said sheepishly. Biting her bottom lip she looked at her roommate. “Rogue?”
“Do you think he’s really gonna spank me tomorrow. I mean, after tonight and all?” Jubilee asked nervously.
“Yeah, Ah don’t think he’s gonna let you offa that one. Not since Bobby already got his,” Rogue answered with a yawn.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Jubilee said solemnly.
“Yeah, goodnight Rogue” Jubilee said as she turned off her lamp.
Morning came quickly and the X-Men soon found themselves in the kitchen vying for the last of Sunday breakfast. Jean sipped her coffee and combed through the plethora of paper ads while Scott checked out the auto section. Paige licked the last of the grits from her spoon as Monet looked at her in disgust, sipping her juice. Logan watched as Bobby sat squirming in his chair, quietly munching on a biscuit. He stood up and moved over to the young boy.
“Bobby, did Scotty talk to you last night?” Logan asked in a hushed tone, trying to keep the conversation quiet.
“Yeah….” Bobby answered, blushing.
“Well, I should have come and seen you too. I’m not gonna say I’m sorry about it but…” Logan began.
“No, you don’t have to. I know I was wrong, I know if I hadn’t have run my mouth you wouldn’t have done it, not last night anyway. I’m sorry,” Bobby said, looking Logan in the eye.
Taken aback, Logan stared at the young man before him. Bobby grinned.
“Hey, I may be the world’s best prankster but I do know when to be serious. I also know when to chill out and not push my luck; I guess I just _forgot_ that last night. I’m not saying I _liked_ getting my butt whipped but I’m not going to say I didn’t have it coming,” Bobby said matter-of-factly.
“Well kid, I gotta say I’m impressed. Not many guys around here who can take 25 licks and be grinnin’ the next morning,” Logan paused and smiled. “I’m proud of you.”
“Yeah, well that’s always been my goal; make you proud of me by how much of a butt-whuppin’ I can take,” Bobby chuckled.
“Shaddup,” Logan smirked, shaking his head as he got up to leave the table.
“Logan? Bobby said, reaching for Logan’s arm. “Thanks.”
“Sure thing kid,” Logan said as he walked back to his seat to grab his coffee mug. Pouring another cup he looked up to see Jubilee waddling in. Clad in her oversized ‘Hello Kitty’ nightshirt and bunny slippers the young mutant yawned as she sat in her seat, squirming to find a comfortable position. She poured herself some Sugar-Bombs and splashed some milk on top.
“Mornin’ darlin’,” Logan said, sitting on the table besides her.
“Mornin’ Wolvie,” she muttered.
“Late night?” he asked with a smirk.
“Ha Ha Ha!” Jubilee responded sarcastically, not finding the humor this early in the morning. She grabbed her oversized spoon and dug into her cereal, cramming her mouth with the sugary balls.
“Look darlin’, eat your breakfast then come on up to my room. We’ve got some business to settle between us and the quicker we get it done the better,” Logan said as he took a sip.
“Business? What do you…oh,” Jubilee said, remembering all too well what was in store for her today. “Uh…well you know there’s no real hurry; we can take care of it, say…after dinner.”
“Well I’m sure we could except that I’d rather take care of it earlier than later. So go on an’ eat, then go get dressed and come to my room. Got it?” he said pointedly.
Tears began to shine in Jubilee’s eyes. “Wolvie...do we really gotta do this? I learned my lesson, honest! I won’t sneak out again, I won’t break restriction. Just don’t do this. Please!” she pleaded.
“Jubilation,” Logan said, exhaling. “You know you’ve got this coming so let’s not do this,” He paused and jerked his head at the table behind him. “Look at Bobby over there. You think it’d be fair to him if he got a whippin’ an’ you didn’t?”
Jubilee shifted in her seat to look behind Logan at Bobby. The ice mutant had finished the last of his breakfast and was busy laughing at the Sunday funnies, shifting his position every couple of minutes.
“He doesn’t look too upset, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind at all if you let me off,” she said hopefully.
“No. Now do as I said. Eat up, get dressed and be in my room in an hour,”
Logan said firmly, standing and taking his mug to the sink. Jubilee looked down
at her cereal and sulked, her desire for crunchy sweet goodness having left
her in the midst of her impending doom. Picking up her bowl she walked to the
trash and dumped it, placed it in the sink and took a seat besides Bobby.
“So, how ya doin’?” she asked tentatively. Though he looked fine and in a good mood Jubilee didn’t know if the anger and embarrassment of last night would cause him to lash out at her. She needn’t have worried.
“Oh, I’ll live. How about you?” he asked, putting down his paper.
“Ok. A little sore but it ain’t nothin’ like how I’m gonna be feelin’ in an hour. Wolvie wants to give me that whippin’ this mornin’,” she said somberly.
“Oh yeah? Damn, that’s bad. Well at least your butt’s had a chance to cool off some since last night, unlike mine,” Bobby offered reassuringly.
“Yeah, what _was_ that last night? I thought Wolvie was gonna kill you when you yelled at him like that,” Jubilee asked.
“Oh, me too,” Bobby admitted. “It’s like I said it and instantly I knew I was toast. Oh well, at least it’s over with.”
“Yeah. Uh, Bobby? How much did it hurt?” Jubilee asked nervously.
“Bad. _Real_ bad,” Bobby answered. He figured she’d know soon enough so there was no need sparing her the truth. “The first lick not so much but by the time the third one came down the pain from the first one started and man, I thought my butt was on _fire_ it stung so bad.”
Jubilee looked down at the table and her eyes started to water. The way Bobby described it she was sure that she wouldn’t make the entire ten licks.
“Hey, don’t worry about it Jubes. I mean, it does hurt, it hurts a lot. And you’re going to cry and you’re probably going to have a tough time sitting for more than five minutes in one position for a few days,” Bobby chuckled as he shifted in his seat “but it won’t kill you. Besides, Logan loves you; he isn’t going to do anything to seriously hurt you.”
“You don’t call getting hit with a big belt seriously hurting me?” Jubilee asked, astonished.
“Well, not the way Logan means it,” Bobby said.
“What do you mean?” Jubilee asked, confused on how someone could hit another person and not mean it the way it obviously seemed to be intended.
Bobby sighed and tried to explain. “I mean there’s a difference in getting hit, or in our case _spanked_, when it’s because someone cares about you and getting hit for no reason,” he paused before adding softly “or for something you can’t help.”
“Bobby, I had no idea,” Jubilee said quietly.
“No, you didn’t. But it’s ok, it’s not like I was some abused kid or something, my parents just…well….they had a really hard time accepting my mutation and, well, sometimes my dad would take those frustrations out on me. Not all the time, but sometimes.”
“Oh man…” Jubilee whispered.
“Yeah,” Bobby agreed, nodding his head. “But look, that’s not what’s going on here. You and I did something dumb and stupid, we got caught and we’re getting punished for it. You’re going to go in there, take your ten licks and spend the day probably crying in your room but you know what? Tomorrow the sun will still come up and you’ll still be alive and you’ll still have physics with Doctor McCoy and life will go on as normal. Ok?” Bobby said reassuringly.
“Yeah, ok,” Jubilee said as she wiped a stray tear with the back of her hand. “I think I’m gonna go up to my room and get dressed. I don’t wanna be late for my ‘big date’,” she said sarcastically.
“See, now you’re getting it,” Bobby grinned. “Jubes, it’s just a spanking. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s going to hurt like hell but when it’s over and done with it’s over and done with. Honest,” Bobby said.
“Thanks Bobby, really.” Jubilee smiled as she stood and walked out of the kitchen.
Jubilee slowly opened her bedroom door and looked into the hallway. She’d wasted enough time rummaging for clothes and didn’t want to be late. After searching her drawers for the biggest pair of panties she owned (‘_more_ coverage,’ she thought) she settled on a pair of denim shorts and a pink t-shirt and nervously walked down the hall to Logan’s room.
Out on the balcony Logan took one last drag of his cigarette before crushing it with the toe of his boot. He looked at the clock and shook his head when he heard a knock on his door.
“Wolvie?” Jubilee asked as she cracked open the door. “Uh, I’m here.”
“Come in,” he answered.
Logan stood beside his bed, his hands resting on his hips. Wearing a worn pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt he watched as the young girl cautiously made her way in front of him. He could hear her heart racing and felt a little guilty for being the cause of it but he knew it was too late to change things now. Exhaling, he reached for the large buckle on his belt.
“Well, no sense draggin’ this out any longer than we need to. You know why you’re in here so let’s just get this over with,” he said as his long fingers began unbuckling the wide belt.
Jubilee’s eyes immediately started to gloss over. She told herself to be brave, to remember what Bobby had told her: that it would hurt but that it would be over quickly. Unfortunately all she could focus on was the former.
“Wolvie, please don’t do this. PLEASE!” she pleaded, inching backwards. “I know I shouldn’t have snuck out. I know I shouldn’t have broke curfew. Please, please don’t spank me again!”
Logan dropped his hands from his waist. “Jubes,” he said softly, “it’s not like I’m exactly lookin’ forward to doin’ this but you’ve left me no choice. Come on now, over the bed.”
Jubilee braced herself against the wall. Part of her told herself to just go to the bed and get it over with, that arguing was only going to make it worse. Unfortunately that part wasn’t listening.
“NO! Wolvie, please, I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t,” she choked as big tears began streaming down her cheeks.
“Jubilee, I’m done arguin’ with you over this. You snuck out, you earned yourself a whippin’ and that’s what you’re gonna get. Now get over here,” Logan said, he voice beginning to rise as he pointed to the tall king-size bed.
Jubilee buried her face in her hands and sobbed, shaking her head. She felt like a big baby for crying so but she couldn’t help herself. She’d never been spanked with a belt before and the one Logan was wearing seemed like it would hurt. A lot.
“Jubilation Lee,” Logan said in a voice as hard as steel. Eyeing her closely he continued to thread the belt out of the loops of his jeans. “You were guaranteed ten licks. I’m not above addin’ more to the count if you don’t get your butt over here and over this bed this instant!”
Jubilee jumped at the threat of more licks and ran over to the side of the bed. Reaching for a pillow she began to bend over.
“Nuh uh, lower the shorts first,” Logan directed, the belt dangling from his fist.
Sniffling, Jubilee obeyed, unbuttoning and pushing the shorts over her hips and resting them right below her bottom. She grabbed a pillow and clutching it to her chest, bent over the bed. Logan strode over to her left side and grabbed the waistband of her shorts, dragging them further down her thighs to her knees. Jubilee whimpered.
“Ten licks. And they’re gonna hurt,” Logan said. As he looked at the frightened girl bent over the bed an odd feeling began to overwhelm him. ‘She’s scared of me,’ he thought guiltily. He loved this girl, for reasons he could barely understand, and the thought of her being scared of him hurt him more than any beating he’d ever endured. ‘She _has_ to know I don’t want to do this,’ he told himself. For a split second he contemplated _not_ whipping the girl, but he knew that wasn’t an option. Standing straight, he shifted his belt from his left hand to his right.
“Keep your hands underneath you,” he said gently, trying to reassure the girl while keeping his voice from betraying his feelings. “I don’t want you reachin’ back and tryin’ to cover your butt. I’ll just end up smackin’ your hands and that’ll hurt even worse. Plus I’d have to add another lick and I know neither of us wants that. Got it?”
“Y…yes sir,” Jubilee choked out, burying her face in the pillow. Her bottom quivered in both anticipation and utter fear. She knew it would hurt; listening to Bobby wail during his last night was proof enough for her. She started to cry as she heard Logan raise the belt into the air.
“AAAHHH!” she screamed as the belt whipped across her barely-covered bottom. She tried to catch her breath before the next lick landed but didn’t make it in time and could only gasp as the belt landed on its target a second time. Over and over the thick leather belt spanked the young girl’s bottom, turning the uncovered areas a bright pink.
“Do you think she’s crying?” the young boy asked, pressing his ear to the door.
“I dinnea know, can ye hear anythin’?” the auburn haired girl answered.
“I…uh, yup,” the boy winced, bringing his head from the door. “I heard that one. He’s really spanking her good.”
“Aye, it sure sounds like it. Glad I’m not her,” the girl said as she bit her lip.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Rahne! Jamie! Just what do you two think you’re doing?” the statuesque redhead demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
Logan lifted the belt and swung it down for the seventh time, slapping it across the Jubilee’s sensitive undercurve. The girl yelped and clutched the pillow, sobbing. Ready to bring the punishment to a close Logan tightened his grip on the belt and prepared himself for the finale: 3 quick, hard licks across the middle. The wide strap of leather whipped across the rounded curves of Jubilee’s bottom. He raised his arm and delivered another, his heart racing as the cries of pain coming from the young girl filled his ears. One last time he raised his arm and brought the belt down on the brightly reddened bottom bent over the edge of the bed. The intense pain caused Jubilee to arch her back and scream before collapsing and sobbing into the pillow.
“Ms. Grey!” Rahne and Jamie exclaimed, each looking guiltily at the floor.
“Just what are you two doing here? Shouldn’t you both be…,” Jean paused as she heard the sound of Logan’s belt coming in contact with Jubilee’s bottom. “Oh, I see. You thought it would be fun to eavesdrop on someone else’s misfortune, did you?”
“No, no ma’am. We were just passing and...” Jamie began.
“And couldn’t help but plaster your ear to the door to hear one of your fellow classmates get punished?” Jean said, cocking an eyebrow.
“No ma’am, it’s not like…” Jamie began before being interrupted by Rahne.
“We’re sorry ma’am. We won’t do it again.”
“No, you won’t. Just be glad I’m the one who caught you and not Logan. I doubt he would be so forgiving,” Jean said, grabbing each child by the shoulder and steering them down the hallway. “Now get going, both of you,” she said, punctuating the sentence with a telepathic swat on their rears.
“Ouch!” Jamie said, reaching back and rubbing his bottom as a duplicate sprang from his body. Codenamed “Multiple”, Jamie Madrox possessed the X-Gene of duplicity, meaning any time his body came in contact with kinetic energy, any hit or bump, he instantly ‘multiplied’ into different clones of himself. Pulling himself back together, he and Rahne continued down the hall to the stairs. Jean shook her head and chuckled, quickly stopping as she heard the final slap of the belt fall against the punished bottom of the girl in the next room. Biting her lip she turned to leave.
Logan pulled the belt back through the loops of his jeans and buckled it. Sitting on the edge of the bed he rubbed Jubilee’s back in an effort to try and calm the girl. Her body wracked with sobs, Jubilee clutched the soaking, tear-stained pillow and continued to cry.
“Come on darling, shhhhh, it’s over now. Come on, that’s it. Shhhhh,” Logan comforted as he reached down to pull the girls shorts back over her reddened bottom, taking great care not to rub them too harshly over her hips. Scooping her gently into his arms he sat on the edge of the bed and held her on his lap, carefully avoiding any unnecessary pressure on her sore bottom.
“Oh Wolvie, I’m so sorry,” Jubilee cried softly.
“I know you are darlin’. I know. But it’s over now, alright? Shhh,” he said, slightly rocking her in his arms.
Closing his eyes Logan took a deep breath and exhaled. Scents. Two…no, three new scents in or near the room. ‘What the f...?’ he wondered as he stood with Jubilee in his arms. Laying the girl down on the bed, Logan patted her back. “Shhh, cry it out as long as you want, darlin’. Just lie here and rest a while, ok? I’ll be right back.”
Logan walked to the door. Swinging it open he looked into the hallway and watched as Jean turned the corner. He sniffed again.
‘It’s not just Jean I smell here. And it’s strong too, more than just someone passin’ by,’ Logan fumed as he walked into the hall and angrily called after Scott’s wife.
“Jean? Who’s been outside this door?”
Jubilee rubbed her behind, trying to take some of the burn off of her bottom. Lying on Logan’s bed she made a mental note to never put herself in this position again. Bobby was right: it did hurt, and badly, but she could feel the sting start to subside. Sobbing into her pillow she soon drifted into a light doze, oblivious to the escalating argument outside the bedroom door.
“You found what?” Logan asked angrily.
“I told you Logan, I came around the corner and found Rahne and Jamie with their ears to the door. But I took care of it.” Jean answered, trying to calm the muscular mutant.
“You took care of it? And just what did you do?” he barked.
“I lectured them each on the importance of respecting one’s privacy and swatted them each on the bottom before sending them away,” Jean said. “They’re just kids Logan, curious kids who…”
“I don’t give a damn Jean. It’s embarrassin’ enough
for a kid to get spanked to begin with, I’m not gonna add to that by lettin’
some snot-nosed brats listen in on it,”
Logan spat. “The kids are curious you say? Well let’s just see how curious they are when I get finished with them. Where’d they go?”
“Why? Logan, what do you plan on doing?” Jean asked.
“I plan on takin’ the two brats over my knee for lesson in respect. I’m a private man Jean, what I do is my business and I will _not_ tolerate people buttin’ or listenin’ in on my private affairs,” Logan explained.
“I understand that Logan, but they weren’t doing it to be malicious. I’m not excusing them, but it’s just that…well…,” Jean started, her defense of the two children crumbling before she could get the words out. Curious or not she knew that Logan had a point and the man would not rest until his point was made. ‘Unfortunately,’ she thought ‘he’s going to make it on those two young bottoms.’
“It’s just what?” he asked.
“Huh? Oh…nothing. Look, I’m the one that caught them, let me talk with them,” Jean asked, trying one last time to catch a break for the young kids.
“You plan on doin’ more than just talkin’?” Logan asked, eyeing the red-head.
“Well, not if I don’t have to. In this case I think a stern lecture will be just as effective,” Jean answered.
“I doubt it, darlin’. Besides, you already gave them a ‘stern lecture’, you said so yourself. No,” Logan said, shaking his head, “_I’ll_ handle this one.”
“Logan, do you really think spanking Rahne and Jamie is necessary? I mean, they didn’t hurt anyone and Jubilee knows nothing about it.”
“Maybe you don’t find it necessary, but I do,” Logan said, exhaling loudly. “Shit Jean, if this policy change is goin’ to work then these kids gotta learn what is and is not acceptable up front. Everyone’s equal in my book, whether it’s a defiant teenager breakin’ curfew or, as you would say, a ‘curious kid’ eavesdroppin’ on somethin’ he or she knows damn well they shouldn’t be listenin’ to. Now I know you said you took care of it, and while I appreciate that I believe since it was me the kids were listenin’ in on then it should be me who handles it. Now I’m gonna ask you again: Where’d they go?
“Damn it Logan. The kitchen, they were headed to the kitchen,” Jean said, shaking her head.
“Thanks,” Logan said, taking a deep breath. Calming himself, he took Jean’s lowered chin in his hand and brought it up to face his. “Look, I’m not gonna beat them or anythin’ even close. I just wanna make sure they know that eavesdroppin’ won’t be tolerated. Yes, you told them to stop and they did….this time. I’m just gonna make sure there won’t be a second time. Ok?”
“Ok,” Jean answered. “Um, how’s Jubilee?”
“She’ll be ok. She’s still in my room,” Logan told her as he glanced at his door. “Will you go check on her for me? If she asks where I went tell I’ll be back shortly, that I had to take care of somethin’. Don’t tell her what though; I’d rather spare her that embarrassment.”
Jean nodded. “Will do. Oh, and Logan? Remember that they’re just kids.”
“Will do,” Logan replied before turning towards the kitchen.
Sitting on a couple of barstools, Jamie and Rahne chugged their sodas while reaching into the bag of Oreos for the last few cookies. Each barely five feet tall, the two looked much younger than their 13 years. Along with Jubilee they were the youngest students at the institute; yet, like their absent teammate, could eat their weight in snacks, something that constantly kept the kitchen staff on the go.
Throwing the empty cookie bag in the trash Rahne walked to the pantry and grabbed a jar of peanut butter. Closing the door behind her she froze when she saw Logan in the kitchen doorway.
“Rahne, what is...” Jamie began before spinning around in his chair. The look on Logan’s face said it all, and the silence in the room was almost deafening.
“So I hear you like listening in on other people’s private conversations,” Logan said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door frame.
“Uh, no sir, we weren’t listening to any conversations, honest!” Jamie said, wide eyes focused on the burly man before him.
“You weren’t? You weren’t just upstairs in front of my bedroom with your ears to the door?” Logan asked calmly, cocking an eyebrow.
Jamie bit his bottom lip and looked away. He’d heard what Logan had given to Jubilee, and he _loved_ her. He couldn’t imagine what the man would to do to those that he only liked. He decided that saying nothing was his best bet, so he remained silent. Unfortunately Rahne didn’t see it the same way.
“No sir,” she gulped. “That wasn’t us.”
Logan shifted his stance, standing his full 6’3” and looked down at the young girl.
“It wasn’t?” he asked, sniffing the air. “Well that’s strange, because this” he paused, bringing his finger beside his nose “is tellin’ me somethin’ different. So I’m gonna ask one more time, were you both just in front of my bedroom listening at the door?”
Rahne’s chin started to tremble. She’d forgotten about Logan’s heightened senses and should have known he’d been able to smell their scents at the door. It was a trait they shared, advanced sense of smell. She fumbled with the peanut butter jar in her hand, half ready to shift into her wolf form and leap out the nearest window. Anywhere had to better than being right here, right now facing an angry Wolverine.
Logan watched the two children fidget nervously. On his way to the kitchen he had thought of Jean’s words, of how they were just two kids who were young and curious and meant no harm. He had begun to calm down and decided a firm talking to may be all that was necessary. That was before he was lied to. He pulled a chair out from the table and sat down. Crooking his finger, he called them over.
“Come here,” he said evenly. Jamie looked back at Rahne before slipping off of the stool. He slowly walked over to the tall, brooding man and stood in front of him. Logan grabbed his elbow and moved him to his right. He looked at Rahne. “You too, come here,” he said.
Rahne bit her lip and walked over. Both children looked at the floor as Logan began to speak.
“What you did earlier was wrong. It’s not right to be listening in on others, especially if they don’t know you’re there.” Logan kept his voice stern and rigid, he didn’t want to scare the children to the point that they weren’t hearing him but he did want to make an impression. He cupped each ones chin and lifted it to look him in the eyes. “How would you feel if it had been you on the other side of that door and somebody else listenin’ in? You wouldn’t have liked it, would you?” The kids shook their heads, both sets of chins trembling in the man’s large, rough hands.
“What are you gonna do to us?” Jamie finally asked, the suspense being too much for him to bear.
Logan let go of the two chins and sat straight in the chair, his arms crossed.
“Well, what do you _think_ I should do?” he asked back. He knew
what the kids did _not_ want him to do and was curious to see what they would
“Uh….” Jamie began. Growing up his parents had often posed this question when he did something that warranted punishment. He looked up at the rugged face of the man in front of him and decided, rather wisely, that his stock answer of ‘no dessert’ would not work.
“I can’t just let something like this go. One day you’re listening in on one of your friend’s punishments, the next day you’re listening in on the Professor’s phone calls.” He put up a hand to shush the silent protests on the children’s faces. “I need to be able to leave you two here knowing that that isn’t going to happen.”
“Oh it won’t, no sir!” Jamie exclaimed, with Rahne adding in “Nay, not at all sir, we would never do anythin’ like that.”
“Well, that’s what I’m gonna make sure of,” Logan said as he gently moved Rahne from his side. Sitting up on the edge of the chair Logan spread his legs and grabbed Jamie by the upper arm, pulling him close and leaning him against his inner thigh. Jamie opened his mouth to protest but was met with a hard smack to the center of his short-covered bottom. As soon as the spank landed a duplicate of Jamie popped out and landed on the floor. Logan paused and looked at the second Jamie. “What the…?”
“I tried to warn you. You can’t spank me, it’ll make me duplicate!” he whined.
“What’s involved in getting rid of the duplicates?” Logan asked, keeping the boy bent over his knee.
“I just gotta pop ‘em back in me is all,” he answered.
“Easy enough,” Logan replied as he tightened his grip on the young boy and brought down another smack. Jamie cried out as three more duplicates sprang forth, each one rubbing its bottom. Two spanks later and Logan lifted the boy from his thigh, then looked around the room. Twelve exact duplicates of Jamie stood rubbing their bottoms and sniffling. Logan looked at the young boy as he rubbed his own bottom and smirked. “You have Ms. Grey to thank for that. I was going to give you a full spanking for what you did but she talked me out of it. If you think this hurts just remember that it’s only a fraction of what you’ll be feeling next time if I ever, and I mean EVER, catch you eavesdropping again. Got it?”
Jamie nodded as he wiped away a tear. The spanking hadn’t hurt too badly but it _did_ hurt enough for him to know that he would never want a real one.
“Ok, pull yourself together and get outta here. I need to talk to Rahne alone.” Logan said, then watched as one by one Jamie’s duplicates jumped back into his body. When he was finished he turned and looked at Rahne, gave a small smile and walked out of the kitchen. He knew that he had gotten off easy and was more than a little concerned that his friend would not be so lucky.
Logan watched as Jamie ran up the stairs before turning his attention back to the young girl. Bravely, she let her eye’s meet his. Noting the courage that took Logan used his hand to brush away some of the stray hairs from her forehead before resting his palms on his knees.
“Why did you lie to me?” he asked solemnly.
Rahne looked from side to side. “I dinnea mean to.”
“No, don’t say that,” Logan said, grasping her small hands into his. “Don’t say you didn’t mean to, you knew full well what I was askin’ and what the truth was. Why didn’t you just tell me, or at least be like Jamie and say nothin’?”
“I….I dinnea know,” she whispered, her fear causing her Scottish accent to thicken. “I was scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Scared ye were goin’ to be angry with us. Scared that ye were goin’ to…to,” she paused, tears forming in her eyes.
“To spank you?” Logan finished. Rahne nodded quickly.
“And you thought by lyin’ that I would _not_ spank you?” he asked gently. He knew this was hard for the young girl but he wanted to make as much an impression as possible, and if that meant making her squirm a little bit than so be it.
“I dinnea know….I dinnea know, I was just…”
“Scared. Yeah, I know,” Logan said, tightening his grip on her hands. “Well, you were right; I am going to spank you. For listening in where you shouldn’t have and also for lyin’ to me.”
The tears that threatened became a reality and streamed down the young girl’s face. Biting her bottom lip didn’t help and soon she was shaking with sobs. Logan looked at her, startled and taken aback.
“Hey, wait,” he said “I haven’t even laid a hand on you.”
Rahne didn’t hear, or if she did she didn’t care. Just the thought of this big, strong man spanking her bottom was enough to give her nightmares. She buried her face in her hands and cried.
“Rahne….come on now, stop it.” Logan said gently, trying to get her attention. “Rahne, shhhh,” he said, struggling with the situation at hand. ‘I can’t spank her like this’ he thought as he watched her back shake with sobs. “Rahne, ple...” he started, catching himself. ‘No way in hell I’m gonna beg a kid to stop cryin’ so I can spank her. She wants to cry, let her cry’ he thought as he grabbed her by the waist. “Rahne,” he said firmly, all gentleness gone for the moment, “stop crying. Now. You’ve got this coming and you know it so quit stalling”
With that Logan lifted the sniffling girl up and over his right knee. Cupping her small waist with his left forearm he raised his right hand in the air and brought it down on her upturned bottom. Immediately the young girl started to kick, twisting and writhing. Logan continued to spank her though, not slowing down or missing his target. On the fourth spank a growl escaped the young girl’s lips and Logan watched, stunned, as short auburn hair began to sprout from the pores in her skin. Her ears got larger and pointed and the hand she used to brace herself against his thigh grew large, sharp claws. ‘I’ll be damned, she’s morphing right on my lap’ Logan said to himself, shocked. He lifted her off of his lap and stood her in between his open legs. Clasping both hands on her shoulders he gently shook her. “Rahne. Rahne….calm down. WOLFSBANE!” he yelled, calling her by her codename while giving her shoulders a harder shake. Immediately the young girl’s eyes focused on the man before her. Trembling, she looked at her body, at the patches of thick, course hair on her arms. She ran her tongue over her sharp, fanged teeth.
“I’m, I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I…I dinnea mean t’ change, please believe me!” she said, flinging her arms over Logan’s neck.
Logan was utterly taken aback by the girl’s show of emotion. He had only intended to punish her, not frighten her to death. He wrapped his arms around her small frame and drew her into him. Rubbing her back he whispered to her, calming her. Soon her body began to reverse its transformation and within a couple of minutes the sweet, auburn-haired little girl stood before him once more. He cupped her chin in his hand. “You alright?” he asked.
“Yessir, I’m sorry,” she replied, sniffling and wiping her eyes.
“That’s alright,” Logan said. He had never had this happen before, had a child so completely frightened of him that they totally lost control of themselves. He didn’t like it at all. He closed his eyes and felt the girl move in front of him. He opened them to find her crawling back over his lap.
“No no, Rahne, we’re finished,” he said, pulling her back
off his thighs.
“No sir. Ye said I would get a spankin’ for lyin’ too. I’ll control myself this time, I promise,” she said, tears welling in her eyes.
Logan looked at her and sighed. He didn’t have the heart to spank her anymore, in his opinion she’d had enough. But he did say she would get it for eavesdropping and lying and where they stood now both she and Jamie were equal with four swats each. He lifted her back up over his knee and grabbed ahold of her waist. Raising his hand he brought it down twice in the center of her bottom, causing her to yelp each time. He rubbed her bottom gently then pulled her back up. “There, punished for lyin’ as well,” he said.
Rahne reached behind her and rubbed. She looked into his hazel eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to say ‘thanks’, only an insane kid would say ‘thank you’ to getting their bottom spanked, but Logan knew what she meant. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “Go on, get out of here,” he said gently, turning her towards the doorway and giving her a playful shove. She looked back, a soft smile on her lips, and ran out of the room.