*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!


It was a grim and quiet ride back to Cair Paravel for Edmund, Susan, and Lucy, each feeling such a mixed array of emotions that there was no time or purpose for talking.

Susan was angry. She was angry at Peter for chastising her like a child and angry at Edmund for landing them all in this whole predicament in the first place. She was also harboring the tiniest bit of leftover exasperation towards Lucy for losing them so much time, though, she concluded, it didn't matter now. Edmund was back in their company and safe and sound. At least, she added, until Peter got ahold of him.

Lucy was sad. She was feeling sad for Peter and for his wonderful trip that had so quickly gone in such a very not-so-wonderful direction. She was sad that Edmund had gotten hurt and sad that Peter was so upset with him. She was, lastly, very sad that she had made matters more difficult for all of them by falling for Edmund's clever words, words that ultimately had landed them all in the trouble she had been trying to avoid.

Edmund was afraid. Now that his head had been put right and he was on his way home as he had been so desperate for the night before, he was not thinking about his head or the bear or even about the hunt he was missing (the hunt that, he acknowledged sheepishly, was never his to take part in in the first place). His only focus was on what Peter had said to him before he had exited the tent. You'll be feeling my belt when I return home. The thought made him nearly lose himself with fright. Peter had only ever used his hand and very occasionally, Susan's hairbrush, to discipline him. He found himself ranking his siblings' discipline methods from least to most severe.

1. Susan's hand: Not so bad. Stung and could bring him to tears if it went on long enough (especially if she was slapping his thighs), but definitely not horrible. 5/10.

2. Peter's hand: Hard and rough, almost like being paddled rather than slapped. Never failed to make him cry, and cry hard. 7/10.

3. Susan's hairbrush: He hated the cursed thing. He guessed that three or four smacks of Peter's hand were equivalent to one, maybe two smacks with the hairbrush when Susan was wielding it. 8/10.

4. Susan's hairbrush when it was in Peter's possession: He gulped. The precision, speed, and force all combined with which Peter implemented the hairbrush were a deadly combination. It produced the same reaction from him every time, no matter how hard he tried to keep it together: hysteria. 9.5/10.

Edmund guessed, his stomach leaping into his throat at the thought, that Peter's belt was probably going to be the dreaded 10/10. He was completely horrified by the thought of his brother whipping him with it. He was convinced that he simply would not be able to stand it. He began to think through his options:

1. Beg for mercy/attempt to reason with Peter. Depending on how angry Peter was, this was a 50/50 method. It had worked before, but that was following a minor infraction. Edmund had been able to convince Peter that he didn't need a spanking; his reasoning had been that it had been a one-time error, he had already learned all he needed to learn and a spanking would not serve any good. Tired and pressed for time, Peter had relented and let him off with a warning. Edmund could certainly give it another shot.

2. Run for it. Probably a last-ditch resort; the last time he had run away from a punishment, it had only resulted in an even worse punishment.

3. Convince Susan or Lucy to talk to Peter to see if they could talk him into going easier on Edmund. Lucy he could probably persuade fairly easily. Susan? Not so much. It had been hard for him to gauge exactly how upset she was with him, but Edmund guessed it was a good amount.

4. Take the belt like a man and then talk Peter into never, ever using it again when he was in a good mood. This was the least desirable of his options so far, but it might be his only one. None of his other options seemed to hold up very steadily at all.

He was thrown out of his thoughts as the griffins began their descent on the castle. He held tight to the pommel of the saddle as he and his sisters floated downwards, his ears popping with the height adjustment.

When they were finally on the ground, Susan helped Lucy down from Baed's back. She thanked both exhausted griffins warmly, promising them fresh water and food momentarily. She sent Lucy inside, then turned to Edmund. "Unsaddle and water them. Put away their saddles and return the contents of the saddle bags, then inside and up to your bedchamber. Understand?"

"'Kay."

"Sorry?"

"I understand." Susan seemed satisfied with that answer as she turned and strode inside.


Peter had watched his siblings leave and was surprised to feel tears stinging his eyes. Grief? Anger? Relief? All of the above, he guessed.

He loved them so much, more than anything else in the world. His greatest joy was to be their older brother, their friend, adorer, father figure when needed, protector.

But…he sighed deeply. Was it so wrong to need a break from it all every once in a while? He was still, at the end of everything, 18 years old. He could not think of another 18-year-old anywhere who had become, at the age Edmund was now, no less, a father of three overnight. At least, that's how it felt much of the time. Peter hoped he was doing it right. He hoped, when it was all over, that they wouldn't hate him for simply trying to keep them safe.

And really, he shook his head, three days was not that long to expect a 16, 13, and 10-year-old to keep matters in order. The children had a routine and plenty to keep themselves occupied. He was, quite frankly, a fair bit taken aback by all their behaviour. Not so much Edmund and Lucy, he supposed. Edmund was known for his sporadic and impulsive actions. He had most certainly matured over time, but then there were moments like this, like what had just happened, that came out of nowhere and left everyone reeling. Lucy pretty much just did what she was told. Peter thought that he couldn't really blame Lucy for feeding into Edmund's lies. He would just need to talk to her about when to keep a secret and when to tell an adult.

But Susan. He couldn't shake the fact that Lucy was only 10 years old and Susan had thought nothing out of the ordinary at all about putting their little sister—his baby sister—on the back of an animal that could have sent her tumbling down through the treetops in one slight motion. His heart fluttered with anxiety and his palms tingled at the thought. He almost wanted to just go home to make sure they were all okay. And then his next thought was that if he felt, even the slightest amount, that he could not trust Susan to watch over Edmund and Lucy, it was certainly something that needed to be addressed, and addressed thoroughly.

When was the last time he had even disciplined Susan? A year ago? He grimaced. He didn't even like calling it that. Chastised Susan? Corrected Susan? He shook his head a second time. She was his best friend. She was his rock; the person he consulted for everything. He trusted her with his life, and he knew the same sentiment was reciprocated. That he felt the necessity to reproach her in such a way felt so foreign to him, and hurt in a different way than when Lucy or Edmund disobeyed him. It felt more personal. He was not looking forward to this at all.

"King Peter!" One of the men called to him, snapping him out of his train of thought. "Fancy a fish? We're off in about ten minutes!"

"Oh, you know I would never refuse!" Peter feigned enthusiasm. "Let me gather my things and I'll join you momentarily! Where to?"

Oh, his brother. His sisters. They were going to be the death of him.


To be continued!

A/N: Lollllllllll one more chapter for you all and probably 1-3 tomorrow depending on how long this story is going to go because I have no life this weekend! :D

I'm so thankful for all your reviews and sweet words, they make writing so motivating and exciting!

Sorry for the drabble. Lots of it in this chapter; it's really more of a filler, but still important as I wanted you all to really get a look inside each of their heads.

A note about Susan: I wasn't originally going to have Peter discipline Susan in this story at all. But the concept had been rattling around in my head for a while and I was so at a loss as to what the circumstances would be surrounding it that when the story turned in the direction it did (and really, sometimes I feel as though these characters are writing the story themselves and I'm just watching them do it!) I thought that of course, Peter would be livid at the thought of Lucy being put in any sort of position of danger; that would be a non-negotiable line for Peter and it wouldn't matter who it was. So! I hope you're all happy. Susan is going to get hers at last. I'm excited to see where this goes and I hope you are as well :) -Cas xx