Doing As You're Told- Chapter 6

**WARNING**: This chapter contains the spanking of a teenage male. Once more- don't like, don't read.

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

With a gulp, Edmund allowed himself to be pulled over his sister's lap. Once he was positioned to Susan's approval, she put one arm firmly around his waist, and with the other hand, she began to spank. Hard, quick strokes fell, and at first, Edmund relaxed, telling himself that he could bear it, that it wasn't so bad. Soon, though, the smacks became harder, and the pain built up, and Edmund found himself sucking in his breath and gritting his teeth. "Susan...too hard..."

"This is a punishment, Ed," she replied softly. "I suspect it's going to hurt quite a bit." He let out something like a whimper, and Susan had to steel herself to continue.

For the next 3 minutes the blows continued coming, and soon Susan heard soft sobs coming from her brother. She sighed. It hurt her to do this, and she hoped he wouldn't disobey again any time soon. If he did, she decided, it was Peter's turn to administer the discipline. Edmund's sobs became harder and louder as the spanking progressed. Susan's hand began to get sore, and she groaned internally. She had intended to put off using the brush as long as possible, but she really just wanted to end it.

"100 strokes of the brush," she announced, "then we're all done." Edmund began to cough, as he was crying quite hard. Susan's heart broke in two. Her baby brother was in great distress, and she was the one causing it. With her last ounce of resolve, she grasped the top of his undershorts and was about to pull them down when his hand flew back.

"No," he sobbed, "please."

"Move your hand, Edmund," Susan commanded firmly.

"Please-"

"Move your hand," she repeated. "If I have to do it for you, you'll get extra."

"Please, Susan-"

"Now." After much consideration, Edmund finally dragged his hand back in front of him, and Susan tugged down his undershorts, exposing his bare bottom. It was a deep pink from the hand swats, but Susan figured it would have to be darker before the lesson was learned. She, thinking it best to restrain him so as to finish quickly, reached down and grabbed his outer arm, pinning it to the small of his back before snapping the brush down, hard.

Edmund gave a howl of outrage and arched his back, his face contorted in pain as he collapsed down on Susan's lap and dissolved into anguished wails as the brush continued its descent. His undershorts had long since flown across the room as a result of his flailing legs. Edmund shrieked and cried and begged, kicking and bucking and doing everything he thought possible to get out from underneath the brush that he was convinced was surely on fire. His bottom felt as though there were a red-hot brand being pressed against it.

Susan watched as her brother's bottom went from deep pink, to red, to dark red, to crimson. She moved downward and attacked the tender under curve, emitting screams from Edmund, who clearly did not approve. He had long since given up trying to talk, no longer capable of distinguishable speech.

Susan moved further down still, smacking his upper legs and spreading his legs apart to get the soft white under thighs. Edmund screamed and screamed, long since dismissing his idea that it "wasn't so bad" or that Susan would be gentle with him. This was hell.

"STOOOOOP!" He shrieked, finding his voice before breaking back into petrified howls.

"15 more, love," his sister murmured. Sucking in her breath, she grasped his hand and delivered the hardest 15 smacks yet, putting all of her arm strength into them. Edmund collapsed over her lap and bawled, finally worn out, hopeless. 13, 14, 15, she counted, then threw the hairbrush down.

"Hush, Ed, it's all over now." She rubbed his back in an attempt to calm him. Edmund was inconsolable, still howling in pain. "Edmund, Edmund, shhh..."

After about 5 minutes, Edmund had calmed down a bit, and finally, sobbing hard, he pushed himself up, crossed the room, and bent to reach for his undershorts, crying out when the rough material brushed against his bottom. Susan stood as he did so, pushing the chair back to its place against the wall. She turned around and jumped to see him right in front of her.

"Su-sun...I...I'm sorry..." Her little brother broke down into fresh tears.

"Edmund..." Susan reached for him and held him tightly to her chest, stroking his hair and kissing the top of his head over and over, feeling his tears soak through the top of her dress as her own fell on top of his head.

:( This chapter actually made me really, really sad to write...not sure even I was expecting that. But nevertheless, review! I'll try and get chapter 7 up sometime tomorrow :) xo