Peter had decided not to leave it too long, he knew Susan wouldn't wait around for him and would not expect consequences for not staying put as the others would.

He'd finished dessert with Lucy and Edmund, and then headed up the stairs. He knocked on Susan's chamber door and stood waiting for a few seconds, but got no reply. He'd opened the door and saw his sister laying on her bed, propped up with pillows and with a book in her hands, her face hard as stone.

"Did you not hear me knock?"

"I did." Susan hadn't looked up from her book to answer him.

"You know it's polite to invite someone in, Susan. It's also polite to look at someone when you speak to them." She'd ignored him once again. "Susan!"

"You know what, Peter? I was going to have this discussion with you and tell you exactly what I think, but I don't have the energy tonight. I'll speak with you tomorrow. Please leave me and tell the others I said goodnight."

"No, we are having this discussion now and when we are you can go and say goodnight yourself." Peter moved into the room and sat on the end of Susan's bed.

"I'm under no obligation to tell you my thoughts, Peter. So go ahead and speak, but you'll be speaking to yourself."

"Why are you being so rude?" Peter had tried hard to keep calm.

After pausing for a few seconds, debating whether to ignore her brother as she'd just implied she would, Susan had responded bitterly, "Maybe I don't feel like being particularly polite to you Peter."

Peter had sighed. "Well, maybe I'm fed up of your attitude and your mood."

"Maybe you are and that's your problem. I'm not a child that you can boss around." In her mind, Susan was not going to be patronised by him again. She considered herself a woman who could do as she pleased. Both Peter and herself had equal titles, as High King and High Queen. She knew he would not take kindly to her treating him this way. If he instructed her to leave him be, she would do so.

Peter considered what he was about to say, saying it twice over in his head first before sitting up straight, raising his eyebrows and stating boldly, "I'm still your older brother...and you've been acting so much like a child that I have a good mind to give you a spanking."

The book was lowered quickly into Susan's legs, and she'd smiled for the first time all day, and letting out a snicker she'd responded, "You've got to be joking."

"No, actually, I'm serious."

"You're funny. I'm going to ask you leave me be one last time, if you don't...well, I'll show you what a real mood looks like and it won't be pretty."

Peter had got up quickly and left the room. Susan had thought that he was finally leaving her alone, and rolling her eyes at his failed attempt to treat her as a child, she went back to her book with a slight smile across her face as she thought she had been victorious. A spanking! Who does he think he is? He really thought I would comply with that? Ha. The very idea!

Of course, Peter had not just given up. He'd gone to his own chamber to retrieve a short strap he had for when Edmund really acted up. Susan needed a spanking and he planned on delivering it whether she liked it or not.

He returned to her chamber, without knocking.

"Peter! How dare you just walk back in here?! And what are you doing with that?" Susan hadn't been able to believe her eyes as he waltzed in with the thick strap in his hand.

"I knocked last time and got no response, so this time I didn't bother. And this? Well, I'm giving you a spanking, Susan. Just because the Narnians see as as equals doesn't mean we are. Mum left me in charge and that shouldn't change just because we have ended up here. I'm the head of this family whilst we are here and you will respect me. Now, I'd like you to please stand up."

"Ha! Get down off your high horse Pete. You talk such rubbish. We've been here two years now Peter and what mum said to us back then no longer applies. I've grown up and no longer need your guidance thank you very much."

"You can think what you like, I'm giving you a spanking one way or another."

"You most certainly are not."She looked up, smirking, and expected a smile to break out across her brother's face. This had to be his way of mkaing her laugh.

"Oh but I am." Peter laid the strap down on her bed and crossed his arms, his face stern.

Susan had realised that he was deadly serious and began panicking internally. She'd tried again to make him back off. "I don't believe this. I won't believe it. You have got to be joking, Peter! You aren't going to spank me. Are you insane? Do I look like a child to you?" Susan wouldn't accept this. She was 16 years old, a HIGH QUEEN, and would not allow her 18 year old brother to control her.

"You may not look like a child but you sure are acting like one, therefore, I will treat you like one. I won't allow you to speak to people in the manner you've spoken today. You will be respectful. Now please stand up."

"I will not stand up!"

"Susan, I suggest you do as I say or you won't like the consequences. Do you want to make a scene?" Peter was struggling by this time to keep his cool. Being so blatantly disobeyed was a foreign concept to him.

"I daresay you're the one making a scene, Peter Pevensie!"

Peter had then lunged forward and taken hold of Susan's arm, pulling her up into a sitting position and bending down so that he could whisper directly into her ear. "Do. As. I. Say. If anyone hears you making a fuss and comes in here, I imagine you will be very embarrassed. I suggest you obey me. Now."

As she'd started to feel there was no way out, Susan became more angry. She felt attacked by her brother and wanted desperately to be left alone. "Peter please just let go of me and leave me be." Her responses were weakening and Peter had been able to tell that she was feeling trapped.

"Stand. Up." He'd whispered it harshly and quietly, and somehow, after generating a chill through her body, it had sent Susan into autopilot. She'd stood up with shaky legs. The last thing she'd wanted was for him to shout at her and manhandle her, as that would draw the attention of her siblings and the servants.

He'd then quickly sat down on her bed and pulled her across his knees, taking full advantage of her sudden, newfound compliance.

At first, she'd felt afraid of what was coming, but as Susan was adjusted across his lap, her fear dissipated, and she'd suddenly felt defiant once again as the embarrassment and reality of what was about to happen set in. He was in control of her and she felt weak, but wanted to make him believe that she was not scared of him and she was not going to make this easy for him at all.

"This is ridiculous." she'd mumbled.


(This chapter and chapter two were all going back to recall the events leading up to the beginning of chapter one. Chapter four will lead on from the end of chapter one in terms of chronology - sorry if that's confusing.)

Please review! Hoping I've not changed the characters too much and you can see them acting/responding like this. Thanks for getting this far, lol :))