In Need of Correction
A hot historical romance to warm up your week. Gracie Malling’s latest story has it all – intrigue, danger, romance, kidnapping and a rescue, not to mention hot spanking scenes.
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.
“Miss Waterford, will you join me in the library?”
Lettie glared up at Mr Andrew Hunter from the book that she had been pretending to read for the past twenty minutes. “Whatever for, Sir?” she asked, tilting her head to one side. “Surely you do not require my opinion on which book to choose? I am certain a man such as yourself will have all his views on the matter already formed.”
Determined as she was to goad him into an act of anger or abandonment in the presence of her relations, Lettie was furious when he kept his countenance and simply repeated his calm request for her to join him in the library.
“I will not,” she whispered, turning her face a little to ensure that her family would not see.
Andrew raised his eyebrows and his expression became almost imperceptibly sterner. “I assure you that you shall, Miss Waterford. I would speak with you before I leave.”
Lettie considered further refusals or else leaving the room entirely. For one wild moment, she even considered throwing her book at his severe, self-righteous face. Instead, she drew herself up with all of the dignity that she could muster and gave him the most contemptuous curtsey she had ever given to anyone. “Come along then, if you must,” she said coldly before turning and leaving the room, with Mr Andrew Hunter following close behind her.
Though she expected the scolding to begin the moment that she and Mr Hunter were out of earshot, he surprised her by walking by her side in silence as they made their way along the corridor to the library. Only once that door had closed firmly behind them did he speak.
“Lettie, what is the matter?” he asked softly, his hand still pressed against the smooth wood of the door.
Prepared as she was for a harsh reprimand, Lettie could for a moment think of no response. Flustered, she turned away and walked into the centre of the room. “Why on earth should anything be the matter?” she asked, trying to affect her usual flippant tone but not quite succeeding.
“Do not toy with me, Lettie. We both know that you are unhappy: if nothing else, this evening’s miserable performance has demonstrated that beyond all doubt.”
“How familiar you are,” retorted Lettie, “to know all my own thoughts so intimately.”
“Do you deny it?”
“You have already declared it to be so, Sir: I rather wonder at your needing my opinion at all.”
“Have a care, young lady. You are already due a spanking: do not make it worse for yourself.”
Lettie gasped and span around at his words, her brown eyes wide and truly looking at him for the first time since she and Mr Hunter had entered this room. “You have no right!”
“We have already discussed this, Laetitia. I said that I would chastise you again if your behaviour warranted it and I must say your behaviour has more than warranted it this evening.” His voice was calm but firm as he walked towards her. “Your impertinence, your incivility and your lack of concern for the feelings of others has been unpardonable and I must confess myself surprised that you did not know what the outcome would be when I asked to speak with you.”
“I… I suppose I had believed you might have… softened towards me in the ensuing weeks… but I see now that I am mistaken… and that I mean as little to you now as I did that day at the picnic…” Lettie’s lips were trembling and she inwardly cursed herself for being so open with a man who was at this very moment preparing to chastise her. What a fool she was to waste her true feelings on him!
“Whether or not my feelings have softened would make no difference to my decision to discipline you, Lettie. And I assure you that I hold you in very high esteem, just as I did on the day of the picnic. Indeed, you should take my actions this evening as a mark of that esteem. Now come here.”
Lettie looked at his outstretched hand with trepidation, her belly clenching and unclenching like a fist.
“Come now, Lettie. I do not wish to force you again but I shall if I deem it necessary.”
After another moment’s hesitation, Lettie pressed her eyes closed and, at the same instant, placed her gloved hand in his.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and Lettie despised herself for the feelings of pleasure his approval roused within her.
More about the author: Gracie Malling lives in the UK and has been writing BDSM erotica since she was 21. All round nice person on the outside and a bit of a bad girl in the right company, Gracie loves reading and writing stories about spanking: her favourite kink.