When her newly married sister returns home for a visit and brings along her husband and his brother, Andrew Hunter, twenty-year- old Lettie Waterford soon becomes enthralled by the serious, darkly handsome gentleman. But despite her best efforts to impress Andrew, it isn’t long before Lettie’s sharp tongue earns her a stern scolding, and when her unladylike behaviour continues she quickly ends up over his knee with her bottom bared for a well-deserved spanking.
Though the strict chastisement leaves her sore and sobbing, as Andrew comforts her gently after the punishment Lettie finds herself imagining what it would be like to have a man like him for a husband. When she is invited to visit her sister’s new home, Lettie is thrilled at the opportunity to spend more time with Andrew, but as the days pass she cannot help wondering why he has not begun to court her. Will he ever see her as more than a naughty girl in need of correction?
Publisher’s Note: In Need of Correction includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Lettie had barely registered the sting of the first spank when the second followed… and then the third.
“You must stop!”
The humiliation! The pure mortification, as Annabel would say! For someone of Lettie’s cold detachment and unassailable archness to be imposed upon in as shameful and undignified a way as this was simply unbearable.
“I will do no such thing,” he contradicted, continuing to spank her through the unconscionably thin material of her drawers. “You, Miss Waterford, have had this spanking coming for a very long time.”
Lettie was beside herself. She cried out, kicked her feet, and tried with all her might to wriggle away. Mr. Hunter’s only response was to pause and, without ceremony, pull her drawers apart.
For a moment, Lettie was so shocked that she could scarce draw breath. Oh, Lord, he had bared her! How would she ever be able to look him in the face again, after this? Never had she felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so utterly undone.
In vain did she try to reach back and cover herself with her hand, to wrench back some of her tattered modesty, but it was no use; Mr. Hunter merely caught her wrist and pressed it down into the small of her back.
“You are no gentleman!” she wailed.
His hand connected hard with her bare bottom, and the sound it made was shockingly loud in comparison to what had gone before.
“Yes, Lettie,” he said firmly, his sturdy palm smacking down onto her exposed bottom with ever-increasing speed and severity. “And I assure you that I am a gentleman. I intend no dishonour or outrage upon your person. However, I am well aware that a spanking over skirts and petticoats will have far less of an effect than one on the bare bottom and I fully intend for you to learn your lesson today.”
Lettie gasped and whimpered as each smack of his hand increased the burning and throbbing in her poor naked bottom. It was not fair! How did he dare to take such a liberty?
“You… have… no right…” she forced out through gritted teeth, her face wet with tears of pain and humiliation.
Mr. Hunter delivered an extra hard smack to the underside of Lettie’s cheeks that made her cry out. “I have assumed the right, as a member of your extended family and in the absence of anyone more qualified to take you in hand. If you do not wish to repeat this experience, Laetitia, then I suggest you behave better in future.”
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His voice is low and steely, making me uneasy. “I thought I had only recently delivered a lesson in respect, and yet now I find it may need teaching again.”
The knot of excited anxiety in me twists, knowing full well what he means, and yet refusing to acknowledge it. “There is nothing further to learn, My Lord,” I say hopefully. “I meant no offence by it!”
“And yet offence was taken?” he replies, staring at me severely.
“For that I am sorry,” I reply, in a little more than a whimper.
He nods, a small smile forming on those lips. “I suspect you will be,” he answers. “Once you have been taken over my knee again.”
My heart is raging inside of me, and threatens to push up into my throat. “My Lord!” I gasp, “you cannot mean to do so here, in the carriage? What if we are seen? What if the driver, or the footman hears us?”
The smile on his face grows. “Then I daresay that you, My Lady, will be rather embarrassed?”
My breath is coming in short bursts now, and I am close to panting again. “But, Thomas – what will people think?” I look to the carriage door anxiously, as though escape is even an option available to me.
“Most likely my dear, they will think you are a naughty young woman in need of correction from her guardian, and they would be right, wouldn’t they?”