Doing As You're Told- Chapter 5

A/N: So I actually decided to split the spanking scene into two parts since this story was getting long. The actual spanking is in the next chapter, but this leads up to it, so still read!

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia, the Pevensie children, or anything affiliated with them! C.S. Lewis does :) I just own the plot :)

Peter rapped on the door to let Edmund know he was coming, then opened it quickly. Edmund was lying on his side, curled up in a small ball. He jumped when the door opened.

Peter closed the door behind him and walked to the bed, sitting down next to Edmund. "Sit up, please," he commanded, "We're going to talk." Edmund sat up and squeezed as far into the wall-away from Peter-as he could. He didn't meet his brother's gaze. "Is it too much," Peter began, "to ask that you simply do as you're told?" No answer. "Well?"

"No." Peter shot him a look. "No, sir." Peter nodded.

"Was it too much for Susan to ask that you sit in the dining room for 10 minutes? Is it too much for me to ask that you and your sisters don't leave the castle until after breakfast?" Edmund picked at his pant leg. "Edmund, I am not asking you rhetorical questions."

"No...sir...it's not too much."

"Then why do you feel the constant need to push and stretch and test everything you possibly can?"

"I'm a king, too..." He muttered.

"Sorry?"

"Nothing."

"No, what?" Edmund chewed at his lip.

"I'm a king, too. I should be able to do as I please."

"Ah, there we are. Tell me, Edmund, how does one conduct a drill for the army?" Edmund looked at him blankly. Peter continued. "If a queen from another country demands your hand in marriage under threat of war, how is the proper way to refuse her request without causing her entire country to rise up against your country?" No answer. "You are given a legal document and you don't agree with the law written upon it. What are the steps you must take to properly and legally change and/or abolish said law?"

"Okay! Okay."

"Do you see what I'm getting at?" Peter put his hand on Edmund's knee. "There's far more to being a king then simply doing as you please. Susan said you came back with a broken arm, yes?" Edmund nodded. "What might have happened if you had gone off on a horse that didn't know its way back to the castle?"

"I took Phillip-"

"That's irrelevant. And thank Aslan you had enough sense to take a horse with sound mind. But do you have ANY idea how lost and hurt you could've gotten?"

"I just went to the Meridan coast-"

"That's past Spare Oom! Aslan knows what number of rebels and wild animals are in the woods you went through to get there." Peter sighed, exasperated. "I hope you enjoyed your little trip, because as of right now, you will not leave the castle grounds. Two weeks, Edmund." Edmund made a face.

"That's rubbish-"

"Sorry?!"

"Nothing! Nothing. I promise."

"It didn't sound like nothing."

"I'm sorry. Nothing." Peter looked at his brother pointedly. Then he sighed.

"And of course, we have the issue of you lying to Susan. Tell me, Edmund, what did I tell the three of you would be the penalty of a lie from now on?" Edmund's head shot up. "Hm?" He bowed his head and studied his pant leg again.

"I know."

"I know you know. I still want you to say it. What did I say would happen the next time one of you lied?"

"An...an automatic spanking," he mumbled.

"Correct. So. Here is what's going to happen. You are going to go apologize to Lucy for knocking that vase on the floor and leaving it there, which, by the way, she stepped on. Susan and I had to hold her down while she screamed in pain and Tumnus pulled the shards of crystal out of her foot."

"Oh..."

"'Oh', indeed. So. You will go apologize to her. Then you are to return here at once. Hands on your head and face the wall. I'll send Susan up when you return. Is there anything at all that you're the slightest bit unclear about regarding my instructions?" Edmund shook his head. Peter raised his eyebrows.

"Ye-I-I mean, no, sir."

"Brilliant. Go on, then."

Lucy sat in her chamber with 3 of the servant girls. They were all doing each other's hair, weaving twine and flowers in the twists and braids, and having a wonderful time. Suddenly, she heard a rap on her door.

"Oh, dear, sorry," she said to Alice, who was in the process of doing her hair. "Would it bother you terribly to start again after I take that?" The girl shook her head.

"Do whatever you desire, queen Lucy." Lucy flashed her a brilliant smile, then hopped off her bed, went to the door, and opened it. "Oh...hello, Ed."

"Can I talk to you?" His eyes wandered and didn't quite meet hers.

"Of course," she stepped out into the hallway. Grasping his hand, she led him over to a couch sitting against the wall. She sat, and he, after a moment's hesitation, sank down next to her. "What's wrong?" He didn't speak, just got off the couch, bent down at her feet, and grasped her foot. Realization suddenly dawned on Lucy. "Um...Ed...it's the other one." He reached for it and held it in his hands, turning it over and tracing the faint pink scars once he found them. He bowed his head, and Lucy suddenly felt a drop of wetness hit the top of her foot. "Ed?"

He wouldn't look at her, and she slipped off the couch and knelt in front of him on the floor. "Edmund, please look at me," she asked softly. Her left hand reached out to run through his hair, her right met his chin and ever so gently tilted it up, until she could see his face. "Why are you crying?" She questioned tenderly, wiping a tear away with her thumb that was tracking its way down his cheek.

"Um," he began, "what happened to you yesterday, with the vase that you stepped on..."

"Yes?" She pushed.

"I was the one who knocked it down off the piano. And didn't pick it up. It's my fault you got hurt." He swiped at his face. Lucy sat quietly for a moment, stroking his hair. Then she stood up and held out her arms to help him up. Once he was standing, she wrapped her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry, Lucy," he said into her ear. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

"Oh, Edmund, it's alright, " she murmured. "I'm quite fine, now. You can't even tell I stepped on anything."

"Except for your scars," he muttered.

"Those'll fade in time. I really am okay. And I'm not angry at you at all." He gave a big sigh. "I forgive you, Edmund. I love you. It's alright." She hugged him tighter.

"Thanks," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

"Of course." She pulled away.

"I should get going though. I'm in trouble."

"Are you?" She gave him a sympathetic half-smile. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah." She squeezed his hand.

"It's always easiest when it's over and you know they're not upset with you anymore. It will be over, Ed. You've just got to grin and bear it."

"I know. That won't make it any less unenjoyable, though."

"I know." She gave him another hug. "I don't want you to get in any more trouble, though. I'll see you later."

"Yeah, bye." Lucy turned and went back into her chamber. Edmund's stomach rolled. Best to just get it over with, he supposed. Besides, Susan was called the gentle queen for a reason. Still, that gave him little comfort as he slowly trudged back down to his chamber.

He arrived, Peter nodded at him, and he immediately went to the wall and faced it with his hands on his head, as Peter had advised. He heard the door open and shut and took a deep breath as he realized that Peter had gone to get Susan. His stomach flipped and tumbled as he prayed that Susan wouldn't be too hard on him.

He stood facing the wall for about 5 minutes, and his arms were really beginning to ache when he heard his door open.

"Okay, Ed, you can stop that." Relieved, he dropped his arms at once and turned around to face his sister. His stomach sank when he saw she was holding her ivory-backed hairbrush. "Come here," she motioned him over to where she sat. He went slowly, dragging his feet. Once he was close enough, she grasped his arm.

"Please!" His eyes went wide with fear and he tried to wrench his arm out of her grasp.

"Edmund, Edmund, I'm not spanking you yet. It's alright. Calm down," she said, her index finger rubbing back and forth against his wrist, "I'm not spanking you yet. Sit down here." She patted the spot next to her. Cautiously, he lowered himself down next to her. She reached over and rubbed his leg. "I want you to understand why you're being punished. This is going to be mainly for lying to me. But it's also going to be for disobeying me yesterday afternoon, and for not having enough self-control that you found it necessary to throw an apple across our dining room. Alright? Juvenile behavior. You are 13 years old. Last but not least, it's going to be for running off like you did. And I'll be having a conversation with Phillip later. He knows better than to-"

"No, Susan, Phillip tried to say no. But...but I said that I was his king and I was giving him an order. I insisted on going to the Meridan coast, and he thought it pointless to continue to argue with me." Susan sighed.

"Nevertheless, he still could have blatantly refused to take you past Spare Oom. But alright." Edmund suddenly found his bed sheet very interesting and stared at it, tracing the pattern. "Do you understand?" Susan asked. He nodded, dreading what he knew was about to come.

"Alright, then. I don't see any reason to delay this further. Get up," she commanded. He did, and she grabbed his arm and pulled him over to stand in front of her. Then she undid his belt and yanked down his pants in 3 shorts pulls. "Step out." He did, and she draped his pants over the side of the bed. "Lay over the side of the bed," she instructed, but before he did, she had a second thought. "Actually," Susan turned and found what she was looking for. "Go and get that wooden chair, there, against the wall. Bring it over here." Dressed in only his shirt and undershorts, Edmund walked across the room and dragged the chair to the designated spot where Susan was pointing. Once the chair was in place, Susan sat, and motioned for Edmund to lay over her lap.

Dun dun duuuunnn! Review! Hard spanking in the next chapter, just so y'all are forewarned. xo