Author's Note: This story contains spanking of an adult female by an adult male. If that's not your thing, pass this one by.
There was no question about it, Vivienne had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. She and her husband, Napoleon, were in Rome in a luxury hotel, and he had promised her they would spend time together now that his mission was over. They had spent more time apart then together recently, and the prospect of spending time with him should have put Vivienne on her best behavior, but instead she felt like pushing Napoleon's buttons. When Napoleon was around there was structure and rules, and punishments when Vivienne didn't follow them. Vivienne liked this, even craved this, and when Napoleon was gone she missed this, though she would never admit this to him, and it always seemed like there were adjustments that had to be made when Napoleon returned.
When Vivienne had woken up Napoleon was already awake and dressed, impeccably of course. "How does that man do it?" Vivienne thought to herself. They had been married for over a year and together for almost four, but it still amazed Vivienne how calm, cool, and put together Napoleon was. His outfits were always perfect and Vivienne had never seen him lose his cool. It didn't take much for Vivienne to lose her cool. I guess it's true what they say about "opposites attract". Vivienne was "passionate" as Napoleon liked to put it, which could have its positives, but it could also have its negatives. When it did have its negatives, Napoleon instead referred to it as "being a brat", and this is when Vivienne would find herself over Napoleon's knee, greatly regretting whatever actions or inactions had led her there.
Even when Napoleon was punishing her though, he was always calm. He had never once raised his voice to Vivienne. It was one of the things Vivienne liked about Napoleon, except when she was in a bratty mood. There was nothing more maddening than to be throwing a fit while Napoleon looked on calmly. Vivienne would know she was in trouble, however, when Napoleon would remove his suit jacket, unbutton his cufflinks, and roll his shirt sleeves up to his elbows. He would then say matter of factly, "You are being a brat. We better correct that", take Vivienne by the arm, lead her to the closest chair, sofa, or bed and bend her over his knee.
This morning Vivienne was feeling very bratty indeed, and when Napoleon asked her what she wanted for breakfast she gave an answer she knew he would not approve of, "Just coffee".
"You can't have just coffee for breakfast. How about eggs?".
"I don't want eggs. Just coffee." Vivienne meant for this to sound forceful, but it came out whiny.
"Vivienne.." Napoleon began (it was never a good sign when he called her "Vivienne" instead of "Vivi"), …"let's not start out the day this way. If you don't want eggs then choose something else, but you are not having just coffee."
"Fine. I'll have eggs with my coffee." Vivienne snapped while rolling her eyes. The tone of voice and the eye roll earned her a single raised eyebrow from Napoleon and should have been a warning sign to Vivienne, but she was in too bratty of a mood to care. "I'm going to take a shower".
By the time Vivienne was out of the shower and dressed room service had arrived with breakfast. "Can we go to the shops today?" Vivienne asked. "Yes", Napoleon replied, "Assuming you eat your eggs." He said this with a half smile, and as tempted as Vivienne was to push it she really did want to go to the shops, so she just smiled back at Napoleon and ate her eggs.
The real trouble began at the shops. Vivienne had picked out several things she wanted which Napoleon had agreed she could buy, but then she spotted a ruby bracelet. Napoleon told her she didn't need it. She already had a bracelet that looked very similar, but she didn't have a ruby bracelet and that is what she wanted. Napoleon did not relent however, and when he went to take it from her and put it back in the display case Vivienne snapped. She snatched the bracelet out of his hand and shouted, "No! I want it!" and stomped her foot for emphasis. Napoleon's eyes suddenly became dark. He held Vivienne by the arm and whispered firmly in her ear, "Badly done, Vivienne. You're being a brat. We're going back to the hotel. Now."
Napoleon's words caused Vivienne's stomach to twist, but even with the imminent threat of punishment looming over her Vivienne could not quite help herself. Napoleon took all of the items out of Vivienne's hands, even the ones he previously told her she could buy, and returned them to the girl at the register while apologetically telling her they wouldn't be purchasing them after all, in perfect Italian of course. The girl at the register replied in Italian, telling him it was not a problem, completing ignoring Vivienne, and smiled at Napoleon, because what girl didn't smile at Napoleon, he was just so damn debonair. "Napoleon, that's not fair, you told me I could buy those things!" Vivienne protested.
Napoleon took Vivienne by the arm and led her out of the shop. He leaned in close to her and whispered, "Vivienne Rochelle Solo, say another word, and I won't wait until we get back to the hotel. I will sit down on the nearest bench and put you over my knee."
If you were only going off his tone of voice and not his words, you would think Napoleon was talking about the weather. It really did drive Vivienne crazy that he could sound so conversational while threatening her with public punishment, but Napoleon was not one to make empty threats, and getting spanked on the streets of Rome was not something Vivienne wanted to experience. Therefore, Vivienne remained quiet while Napoleon hailed a cab and they rode back to the hotel.
Once they were back in the room Napoleon took off his suit jacket, carefully placed it over a chair, unbuttoned his cuff links, and rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows. Vivienne had watched him do this countless times before, but it never failed to make her feel a bit weak in the knees. It also never failed to end up leading to her having a sore bottom. What Napoleon did next, however, did surprise Vivienne. "Get your hairbrush from the bathroom and bring it to me." Napoleon stated matter of factly. Vivienne blanched at this. It did not take a genius to figure out what Napoleon wanted the hairbrush for, but he had never spanked Vivienne with it before, and she imagined it would not be pleasant.
A good 15 seconds passed after Napoleon's order and Vivienne had not moved. "Vivienne, I will give you until the count of three to go get the hairbrush. If you don't, I will get it, and this lesson will be repeated at bedtime."
For the briefest second, Vivienne thought of running out of the room, but she had no doubt that Napoleon would catch her, and since he was apparently willing to spank her on the streets of Rome, he would also undoubtedly be willing to spank her in the hotel lobby. Vivienne also did not want a spanking again that night. Therefore, as soon as the word "One" had left Napoleon's lips, Vivienne rushed to the bathroom, picked up her hairbrush, and brought it back to Napoleon. The oval shaped wooden backed hairbrush looked much more intimidating in Napoleon's hands then it did when Vivienne used it to brush her hair. She certainly did not want to have it applied to her backside. Vivienne made an attempt to plead with her husband, even though pleading had never worked before. Once Napoleon's mind was made up about spanking Vivienne, that was it. "I truly am sorry, Napoleon. I promise I'll be good". Napoleon raised a single eyebrow, "Oh after the spanking you're about to get, you're going to be the sorriest girl in all of Rome, and I'm sure you'll be good…at least for a little while" Napoleon added with a wry chuckle.
The inevitability of Vivienne's punishment began to wash over her and tears began to fall down her face as Napoleon led her to the couch. Napoleon sat down and bent Vivienne over his left thigh and locked his right leg over her legs to hold her in place and keep her from kicking or trying to get away. He wrapped his left arm around Vivienne's waist. Napoleon then flipped up the back of Vivienne's dress and pulled her panties to her knees. The sudden feeling of cool air on Vivienne's backside made her shiver slightly. Napoleon laid the hairbrush next to him on the couch and pressed his right palm against the center of Vivienne's bottom. "What happens when you act like a brat, Vivienne?" Napoleon asked. "I get a good, hard spanking, Sir". Vivienne replied with a sniffle. Vivienne had learned the hard way that giving a smart aleck answer to this question was not appreciated. Vivienne's bottom had gotten its first taste of Napoleon's leather soled slipper after Vivienne once replied, "I get presents" to this question. The burn of the leather soled slipper against her backside was definitely not the kind of present Vivienne had had in mind.
This time, Napoleon was glad to hear Vivienne's earnest answer. It meant she was starting to accept her punishment. She only ever sincerely called him "Sir" when she was being punished.
"And were you being a brat today?" Napoleon asked.
"Yes, Sir." replied Vivienne tearfully.
"I was hoping we could have a nice day together, Vivienne, but it seems whenever I come back after being gone awhile we have to re-establish the rules. Today was partially my fault. I was too lenient with you. I should have put you over my knee as soon as you snapped at me and rolled your eyes this morning. I won't be making that mistake again. The moment you break any of the rules: when you are rude, disobedient, obstinate, or put yourself in danger in any way, I will put you over my knee. No second chances. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir." Vivienne said meekly. Napoleon's statement did not bode well for their time together. Vivienne had a bad feeling she would be face down over Napoleon's lap staring at the garish carpet on the hotel floor far more than she would like.
For a moment Vivienne had allowed her thoughts to wander with fear of future spankings, but she was quickly brought back to the reality of her current predicament when Napoleon's hard palm cracked down on her bottom and Vivienne yelped. Napoleon spanked hard and fast covering Vivienne's entire backside with painful swats. Vivienne gripped onto a pillow from the couch to keep herself from reaching her arms back to try to cover her bottom. Vivienne knew from hard earned experience trying to cover her bottom would just cause Napoleon to start the spanking over. Vivienne was now crying in earnest, and when Napoleon tipped Vivienne further forward and began spanking the delicate area where Vivienne's thighs and bottom met (her "sit spot") and the backs of Vivienne's thighs, Vivienne's crying turned to sobbing.
After what felt like ages, but was likely only minutes, Vivienne realized Napoleon was no longer spanking her. Instead his left hand was stroking her hair and his right hand was rubbing circles on her back. Vivienne continued to sob. Her backside stung horribly and Napoleon had not yet used the brush. Vivienne feared it would be coming though, otherwise he would not have made her fetch it. "There, there, Vivi," Napoleon said, "Try to take some deep breaths."
Hearing Napoleon call her "Vivi" was irresistible, and Vivienne's sobbing gradually slowed to sniffling. Napoleon kept Vivienne's panties at her knees, but gently sat her up so she was sitting on his lap. Vivienne whimpered when her sore bottom made contact with Napoleon's thigh. Napoleon gave Vivienne his handkerchief and told her to blow her nose while he continued to rub circles on her back. Once Vivienne was a bit more composed, Napoleon shifted her off his lap and onto the couch. He fetched a damp washcloth and a glass of water and handed them to Vivienne. "Wipe your face, and drink some water, I don't want you to become dehydrated from crying". The cool cloth on her face and sipping the water felt good. Vivienne was tempted to ask for a cool cloth to rub on her reddened backside, but knew Napoleon's answer would be no. Napoleon was strict about Vivienne not rubbing or putting any cream on her bottom after a spanking.
Once Vivienne was done with the cloth and water glass Napoleon took them from her and placed them on the table next to the couch.
"Vivienne, look at me".
Vivienne forced herself to look at Napoleon. The use of her full first name, the look in Napoleon's eyes, and the way his arms were crossed against his chest confirmed Vivienne's fear, her punishment was not over.
That spanking was for your behavior this morning before we left the hotel. You are now going to stand in the corner and think about your behavior when we were in the shop. Then you are going back over my knee for a spanking with the hairbrush for that behavior. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir" Vivienne replied as tears started to form again.
Napoleon led her to the corner. Her panties had fallen from her knees to her ankles, but Vivienne knew better than to pull them up to cover her backside; corner time was always done bare bottom. Napoleon folded her dress up so her reddened bottom was on display for him. Vivienne folded her arms against the wall and leaned her head against her arms.
"What are the rules when you are in corner time, Vivienne?" Napoleon asked.
"No squirming and no rubbing my bottom", Vivienne replied quickly.
"Or what?" Napoleon asked.
"Or corner time starts over again." Vivienne said.
"Good girl." replied Napoleon.
Vivienne could not help it, she smiled to herself. Her bottom hurt terribly and was no doubt cherry red thanks to Napoleon's hard hand, she was having to stand in the corner with said bottom on display, and she had another spanking coming, this time with the hairbrush, but Vivienne loved it when Napoleon called her "good girl".
Author's Note: Chapter 2 will be the hairbrush spanking.