*WARNING*- This story contains the spanking of a teenage male. Don't like, don't read. You have been warned and I will not apologize for my work or its content.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Pevensie children, Narnia, or anything else affiliated with them, just the plot!


Peter: 18
Susan: 16
Edmund: 13
Lucy: 10


It was a warm autumn evening when Peter took the stairs two at a time and rapped on Susan's bedchamber door. "Just a minute!" he heard her call from behind it. A moment later, the door opened and she peeked her head out. She was clad in her nightgown, her long black hair unwound from its plaits and cascading down and around her shoulders. "Peter, dear," she cocked her head curiously. "What is it? I thought you were—"

"I need to ask you a question," he burst out, "may I please come in?" Susan blinked.

"Certainly—" And Peter bustled past her, striding towards her bed with great purpose and dropping down onto it rather enthusiastically.

"Could I go hunting tomorrow?!" Susan stared at him.

"…sorry?" She closed the door behind her and walked over to join him on the bed.

"Could I take a party and go hunting tomorrow? Please," Susan opened her mouth, but Peter continued, hurriedly. "I know that I promised to review and sign off on those orders you need to submit for kitchen stock, but—"

"And material," Susan interjected, "Lucy needs a new play dress. Her green one is all but torn to shreds."

"—yes, and material, all of that," Peter continued, "And I know that I need to go and visit the colony of dryads that just relocated east; I know I have quite a lot to do and I'm not usually one to procrastinate," he spoke quickly, almost stumbling over his words, "but I'm going mad inside these walls and I overheard Lucy just telling Tumnus this afternoon that the trees have predicted that this is to be the very last warm few days of this entire season, and I haven't been out once in…in months," Susan rolled her eyes, "and I'm just…I'm going positively mad." He looked at her imploringly. "Might I go? I know that it's very last minute and I know that I'll be handing much of the responsibility of courtesies—that is, visiting the dryads and such—to you, but…well, but I thought perhaps Lucy and Edmund wouldn't mind terribly going instead…?"

"You'll have to discuss that with them," Susan spoke evenly. "I wouldn't feel fairly handing them the responsibility that belongs to you myself."

"Oh, certainly, certainly," Peter agreed immediately. "But…well…what do you think? Are you to be terribly cross with me if I go? Oh, please, Su, love," he implored her upon seeing her eyes narrow in thought, "you know that I'd never propose such a thing if I didn't deem it most terribly necessary. I'm going completely—"

"Mad," Susan smirked. "Yes, I gathered as much. You've only said so about a dozen times."

"I'm sorry, I—"

"How long will you be gone?" And that was all she was able to get out before she found herself tackled by a cheering pile of big brother.

"You're a saint, Susan!" He exclaimed, laughing giddily and squeezing her tightly.

"I didn't say—"

"Oh, thank you!" He ruffled her hair.

"Peter Pevensie, let go of me this instant and let me sit up so I can speak with you!" Susan tried to sound firm and exasperated, but it was hard to do so when her great and strong (and normally very dignified) older brother was acting like a child on Christmas day. Peter was fairly giggling.

"Sorry, sorry," he sat up, his cheeks beginning to burn. "I'm a bit enthused."

"So I've noticed," Susan attempted a glare, failing. Peter smiled back at her, sheepishly.

It was decided that Peter would be granted (rather generously, on Susan's part) 3 days away. It would allow him and his men time to travel, set up camp, alert the locals of their business in the premises (for both safety and courtesy's sake), and hunt and fish and explore to their heart's content. Peter was beaming so widely, his eyes shining with such excitement, that Susan could not bring herself to remind him of all that must be done upon his return back to the castle once the hunt was over. She thought to herself, a bit ruefully, that if anyone deserved a break, it was most definitely Peter. He was the first one awake and moving every morning. His office was stacked with books, parchment, documents, schoolwork. He never ceased to have about a dozen, no, a hundred different matters that he was keeping track of all at once, yet he never let a single one slip out of his grasp or go unattended. Yes, Susan confirmed, Peter had definitely earned this. She kissed his cheek as he pulled her close into a very thankful and heartfelt embrace. "I hope you enjoy each and every second, Peter dear," she hummed into his ear.


In all his preparation and planning, it was rather foolish of Peter to have not prepared for the obvious fact that his little brother would insist upon joining him. When said little brother's company was refused ("We're travelling through unfamiliar land, Ed," Peter had tried to explain, "I need to be on full alert. Of course I'd love to have you along, under different circumstances, but not this time. I'm sorry, mate."), he shrieked, "that's rubbish!" and balled his fists, his boot echoing off the dining room tile as if he were a child being refused their dessert.

"Edmund," Susan warned. "Lower your voice."

"I'm just as capable as you! You only know more about the woods than I do because I'm always stuck inside working on schoolwork while you're out doing Aslan knows what and traipsing about, Aslan knows where, all day long! I don't need a nanny!"

"I didn't say you needed a nanny," Peter countered patiently.

"Well, that's how you're acting! I'm thirteen! I know how to hunt!"

"That's not the matter up for argument, Edmund," Peter held up his hand, "nor do I care to argue with you at all. I don't doubt that you know how to hunt; I've seen you do it."

"Edmund, it's unnecessary for you to accompany Peter on every outing or hunt or trip that he takes," Susan spoke up. "He perhaps just needs a bit of space, darling, from all of us. All of this, this castle and his work and his busy schedule. It's nothing against you."

"No, absolutely nothing against any of you." Peter caught Lucy's eye, who sat at the dining table, busying herself with trying to stab individual grains of rice with the tongs of her fork. Edmund, jaw set, seething, finally said, sharply,

"Well, have fun on your adult hunt with your men. Pray think of us children occasionally, in between all of your very important adult doings."

"Edmund, that is enough," Peter spoke sternly. He paused for a moment; the tension in the air was thick enough to slice before he continued, "I understand that you are disappointed and I'm sorry that that is the case, but you've no right to speak to me that way. Sarcasm and rudeness are never going to get you what you want. Now, you can either calm down and finish your supper pleasantly and quietly, or you can be excused and go to bed." At that, Edmund glared at Peter for a few seconds before he smartly shoved his chair into the table, turned on his heel, and stomped out of the dining room. The dishes on the table rattled at the impact.

"Edmund," Susan began, but Peter held up his hand.

"The best thing for him, right now, is to have it all out and go to bed. He'll be much sounder minded in the morning, and by then I will have gone."

"I wish I could come, too," Lucy's little voice came from the table. Peter started and turned around; he had forgotten she was still sitting there.

"Oh, Lu," Peter went to her, scooping her up into his arms. "I wish that you could come along too. Next time, eh? Do me a favour and bake some of your magnificent cinnamon biscuits for me to come home to, won't you, darling? I shall look forward to them all trip."

"I would love to," she smiled shyly. Peter kissed her nose.

"About time for bed, I reckon, little miss," Susan raised her eyebrows at her sister, tucked snugly into Peter's shoulder.

"I'll take her," Peter offered. "I don't think you'll be awake in the morning before I go, Lu. Shall we have a story or two tonight before you go to sleep?" Lucy nodded into his neck.

"The one about the fairy and the giant?" Peter smiled.

"I daresay I've just about exhausted that tale, but I suppose that's all the more reason to formulate its sequel. What say you, Lu?"

"Yes please!" and then she yawned.

"Maybe I'll join you," Susan was extinguishing the lanterns on the side table. "It's been a fair while since I heard one of Peter's famous stories."

"Oh, Susan, do!" Lucy exclaimed. She squirmed and Peter let her down. She scampered over to Susan, who put an arm around her shoulders. Peter wrapped his other arm around Susan's shoulders, and the three of them made their way upstairs.


A/N: Don't worry, I very much intend to continue on with Anchored (will probably even update these two simultaneously)! This is just a little plotline/concept that has been rolling around in my head for a while. I actually already have much of it written, so this will probably be quick! Hope you all enjoy :) -Cas xx