*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!


The party traveled along quietly for about another hour. The sun was just beginning to grow lower in the sky. Edmund kept glancing over at Peter, but his older brother flatly ignored him, his gaze fixed rigidly ahead. Edmund's stomach danced and he found himself longing for the trip to be over so that he could either vomit or try to talk to Peter; perhaps both.

When they finally stopped several yards off the bank of the large Merry Brook, they allowed the horses to graze and began to set up camp. Many centaurs, dwarves, dryads, and woodland creatures who inhabited the area rushed out to greet the party, having received word that their king was to be passing through the area. Peter greeted them all warmly and invited them to join the party for supper. In a matter of an hour, food of all sort seemed to appear out of nowhere from deep among the trees; soup and freshly baked bread, several large cuts of steaming meats, chopped vegetables, large baskets of fruit, jugs and jugs of beer and wine, cakes and tarts, as well as mash and fruit and sugar and fresh water for the horses...it was all very impressive. Peter's eyes shone brightly with amazement and gratitude as he watched the hustle and bustle and the feast being set before them. Edmund's stomach growled; he had had only a few apples and a couple of pieces of dried meat all day. Unfortunately for Edmund, when he ventured near to the table, Peter called him to his side. "Go and brush down the horses, please. They've been traveling in saddle all day."

"All of them?!" Peter looked at him sharply.

"Yes, all of them."

"But...but...well, I've got to eat first! You've brought probably 50 or 60 of them. It would take me forever and I'd miss the food if I started now."

"I'll set you aside a plate," Peter shrugged. "The horses are waiting."

"But that's not fair!" Peter reached for his belt and began to unfasten it, jangling the buckle loudly. Edmund scowled up at him for a split second before huffing loudly and turning and making off toward the horses before his brother could get hold of him.


That morning, back at the Cair, Lucy found herself having invented a new game. The game was called, "Avoid My Big Sister for as Long as Humanly Possible so I Don't Have to Answer Any Questions About the Whereabouts of My Big Brother Because I Don't Want to Get into Trouble on Edmund's Account But I am Also a Terrible Liar". She took her breakfast in her room (she didn't think about how odd Susan would find it when neither of her younger siblings showed in the dining room) and then dashed out the door and into the garden afterward, hiding among the tall plants and vines. She did a little weeding and had just picked a few pods to snack on, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped, shrieking, and dropped all the contents in her hand. She was turned around forcefully and looked up at Susan.

"Where were you this morning?"

"Um...well...what do you mean?"

"You didn't show for breakfast," Susan put a hand on her hip, "and I've been looking for you everywhere all morning. Where have you been?"

"I..." Lucy froze, blanking. "I just...thought that since Peter was away, we'd all be taking breakfast individually." Susan blinked at her before chuckling in disbelief.

"Lucy, you've come up with a lot of very clever excuses to cover yourself up, but this is not one of them. When have any of us ever ceased to eat together when Peter is away? Now, I'll ask you again. Where have you been all morning? And where is Edmund? I've not seen him since last night at supper." She looked at Lucy pointedly. "Are you two avoiding me?"

"No!" Lucy exclaimed quickly. "Just busy. I've lots of gardening to do, see?" She held up her dirty hands and gestured to the weeds at her feet.

"Oh, I didn't know you were so busy today, Lu." Susan was a little amused. "What else do you have to do today? It must be a truly extensive list if it caused you to miss breakfast. What time did you get out here today? You must have been out before sunrise." Lucy didn't say anything. "Lucy, look me in the eyes." Little blue eyes slowly arched up to meet big sister's. "Where. Were you this morning?" Lucy squirmed, biting her cheek. She felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Susan raised her eyebrows, waiting.

"You're going to be so terribly cross with me!" And Lucy's face crumpled as she began to cry, covering her face with her hands. Susan sighed and pulled her in close, wrapping her arms around her little sister's shaking frame. She moved them both away from the garden and settled them on the little stone ridge that led up to the garden shed.

Lucy sobbed out the story of what had happened earlier that morning: how she had found Edmund and the things he had said to her and how he had frightened her with his threats of Peter and Susan's anger. She left out the part about how he intended to sneak off to join Peter, though. "Please don't spank me," Lucy cried. "I never had a biscuit. I went back to bed after that, I promise I did. I-"

"Shhhhh," Susan rubbed her sister's back gently. "I don't care about the biscuit," she laughed quietly, "I'm not angry with you. I feel badly you've been so nervous all morning, Lu. Are Peter and I that strict with you that you were so worried over a biscuit?" Lucy sobbed. "Darling, in truth, all of us get up for little snacks every once in a while. I couldn't care less if you sneak a little biscuit here and there." Susan kissed the top of Lucy's forehead. "You said that Edmund told you that we'd be horribly cross?" Lucy nodded, drawing in a most shaky breath.

"He sa-said that you a-and Peter would both spank me and that yo-ou would take away my sweets," she sobbed. "He said that Pe-he-ter would be so mad that I-I-I took ad-ad..."

"-advantage?" Susan helped. Lucy nodded.

'-of his being away to-to sne-sneak around and steal bis-cuits."

"Lucy," Susan breathed, scooping her sister onto her lap.

"I was scared," she wailed.

"Shhhh," Susan hushed her again. "Big brothers can be perfectly beastly, can't they?" Lucy nodded enthusiastically in agreement, tears falling down her cheeks. "It's alright, my love," she hummed, rocking her a bit. "That doesn't sound very much like Peter or me, now, does it? To be so harsh with you over a mere biscuit?" Lucy said nothing in response. "Lucy, were you really worried that we'd be angry? Did you honestly think we might be? If Edmund hadn't been there and Peter or I had caught you. Were you so afraid we'd be terribly angry?"

"I-I thought perhaps you might scold me a bit," Lucy said softly. "But I didn't think you'd be that cross with me until Edmund said so." Susan reached down to thumb away the tears on Lucy's cheeks.

"Little sister, you need to learn to stop letting Edmund get into your head, as well as speak for Peter and me. I so hate to see you so distressed, Lucy." She sat her up a bit. "Now, listen, if you were doing it every night and taking 3 or 4 biscuits each time and spoiling your breakfast, that might be cause for a very stern talking to. And then, perhaps, a spanking if you kept on doing it after we asked you not to. But...but it's biscuits, Lucy. We love you and you're a queen," she pinched Lucy's cheek affectionately, "of course you're afforded a sneak once in a while." Lucy sniffed and swiped at her eyes in relief. "I'm sorry that Edmund frightened you so. You can be certain that I'll be having a conversation with him about how we treat our sisters as soon as I find him. Do you have any idea where he is, Lu?" Lucy gulped.

"Well...you see..."


To be continued!