Note: This story contains an adult male spanking an adult female. If that is not your thing, please pass this one by.
Vivienne lost track of how long she was in the corner. Napoleon would never tell her how long it would be. "I want you thinking about what you did wrong and what you'll do differently in the future, not counting down the minutes until you can leave the corner", Napoleon would tell Vivienne when she asked.
Resisting the urge to squirm or rub her bottom was hard, but Vivienne knew Napoleon was not joking about corner time starting over. After one particularly hard hand spanking Vivienne had earned after riding a motorcycle (and nearly crashing) after Napoleon had expressly forbidden it, Vivienne had attempted to quickly rub her stinging bottom while she was in the corner. However, Napoleon caught her, delivered several hard swats to her bottom with his firm palm, and told her corner time was starting over, just as he had promised her it would if she squirmed or rubbed her bottom. Vivienne had felt like she was standing in the corner for hours that day, but she had quickly wished she was back in the corner when Napoleon took her arm and led her over to the couch. Vivienne had gasped when she saw what was in his right hand: his razor strop. Vivienne had begged Napoleon not to spank her with it, but he told her, "You nearly died today. This is going to be a spanking you never forget, so it is the first thing you remember whenever you even think about putting yourself in danger again." Indeed, it was a spanking Vivienne remembered vividly. Instead of putting Vivienne over his knee, Napoleon had instructed Vivienne to bend over the arm of the couch, explaining that if he spanked her with the strop over his knee it could wrap around her and hit somewhere it shouldn't. Napoleon had only given her a few swats with the razor strop, but it made Vivienne's bottom burn like never before. Vivienne was certain the evil strop had lit a fire on her backside, and as much as she hated being over Napoleon's knee for a spanking, she hated not being over his knee for a spanking even more.
Vivienne had vowed to herself to never do anything to earn the strop again, and while the hairbrush was not quite as frightening as Napoleon's razor strop, it was awfully close.
This time when Napoleon took Vivienne's arm to lead her out of the corner, he took over to the bed. He sat on the bed with the hairbrush next to him, and had Vivienne stand between his knees. Vivienne's panties were still around her ankles and the back of her dress was still folded up.
"I'm sorry for how I behaved in the shop today." Vivienne said, without prompting, "I was bratty and rude. I shouldn't have thrown a fit."
"Thank you, Vivienne." Napoleon said, "But this is not the first time you've acted like a brat when we've been in public, has it?"
"No, Sir." Vivienne admitted.
"You know what I think, Vivienne?" Napoleon said, "I think it's because you know you won't get punished in public."
Vivienne wanted to protest, but she knew Napoleon was right.
"I saw the look on your face when I said I would sit down on the nearest bench and put you over my knee," Napoleon continued, "and that is going to be the new rule from now on. If you misbehave in public, you'll get punished in public, just as if we were in private: over my knee with your dress up and your panties down."
Vivienne's face flushed at the mere thought.
"And," Napoleon added, "Then you'll get punished again when we are in private."
"Please Napoleon, no," Vivienne begged, "being punished in public would be too embarrassing."
"Well your behavior in the shop today was incredibly embarrassing." Napoleon stated matter of factly, "If you are willing to act like a brat in public, you will get punished in public. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir." Vivienne said. Her chin was quivering and tears were already falling. Vivienne was determined to never earn a public spanking. She was certain she would die of shame on the spot.
"Your bratty behavior today was inexcusable. I know you are better than that" Napoleon said. Vivienne felt so ashamed. Napoleon was absolutely right; she had embarrassed both of them with her behavior, and now she was paying dearly for it.
Napoleon bent Vivienne over his knee. However, this time, he guided her down so that his left knee was between her legs, and her upper body was lying on the bed parallel to him. Napoleon wrapped his left arm around Vivienne's waist, and secured her waist against his side. Napoleon then picked up the hairbrush and tapped the wooden back of the brush against Vivienne's still aching bottom. The sensation of the cool wood against her burning bottom made all of Vivienne's nerve endings tingle. Vivienne was unsure at first why Napoleon had put her in this new position, but it quickly became clear when Napoleon began applying the hairbrush to Vivienne's inner thighs. Napoleon had never spanked Vivienne there before, but the position Vivienne was in allowed easy access. Vivienne felt like her tender inner thighs were being stung by bees, and her tears turned to wails. After peppering her inner thighs, Napoleon concentrated on Vivienne's sit spot and the backs of her thighs, which still burned terribly from the first spanking. Napoleon brought the hairbrush down repeatedly with a flick of his wrist, and the addition of the stinging hairbrush made Vivienne sob until she was nearly hoarse.
Once the spanking was over, Napoleon discarded the hairbrush on the bed, and he rubbed Vivienne's back to try and soothe her sobbing. "It's all done now. It's over. I forgive you, " Napoleon told her. Once Vivienne's crying had turned to just sniffles, Napoleon shifted Vivienne so she was lying on the bed instead of over his knee. He attempted to pull Vivienne's panties back into place, but Vivienne asked him not to. Her bottom and thighs were so sore that even the thought of her panties being pulled over them made her wince. "Your panties can stay down for a little while longer, and you can stay on your stomach on the bed for a bit," Napoleon told her, "But it will be lunch time soon, and you will be sitting on a chair at the table to eat lunch, and I don't imagine you want to do that on a bare bottom."
Vivienne groaned. Why did she have to marry someone so ridiculously strict? While Napoleon fetched Vivienne a cool wash cloth and a glass of water, Vivienne carefully eased herself off the bed and went to examine her bottom and thighs in the mirror. They were both a deep red, and Vivienne knew she would be feeling the effects of both spankings for quite some time. Napoleon handed Vivienne the glass of water, and wiped Vivienne's face with the washcloth.
Vivienne took a sip of the water and leaned her head against Napoleon's shoulder. "I love you, Napoleon," Vivienne said, "and how disciplined you are is one of things that attracted me to you, but sometimes it is quite literally a pain in my behind." Napoleon laughed, hugged Vivienne, and kissed her.
"Well at least he has a sense of humor", Vivienne thought to herself.
Note: I am not intending to publish any more chapters to this story unless inspiration strikes me. However, I do have other story ideas (all will contain adult males spanking adult females) from other tv shows and movies whose male characters all happen to bear a striking resemblance to Napoleon Solo.