The Donovans' Challenge

Chapter 2

A stiffness settled into Linnea's back. God, how long had she been kneeling? She managed to move her head back just enough to glimpse the clock on the microwave. Jesus, only five minutes had passed.

Linnea seemed like such a long time ago. Emily had been so busy with school, they're "play time" had taken on a much less stringent protocol. An hour here or there on the weekends when she wasn't studying or Noah wasn't working, made up the bulk of their scenes. And even at that, since they'd married almost two years ago, even their Master and Submissive position had become much more playful.

Maybe that's why the thought of returning to an earlier time had excited her so much. She'd showered, dried her hair and now sat naked in position in record time. However, record time had done little but remind her of how out of sub-shape she was.

Would everything go back to the beginning? the strict lessons, the discipline, the stiff collar. Linnea broke her position as she absent-mindedly caressed her almost bare neck: remembering how much the tall snug collar gave her such a sense of worth and peace back then. Now, a simple silver chain with a sterling and diamond heart pendant rested in the hollow of her neck.

The click of the doorknob shook her to the present, and she tried to swallow the lump gathered in her throat. She'd find every answer to her questions the minute Noah...Master Donovan step across the threshold.

She kept her eyes glued to the wooden planked floor, hearing first, then seeing his black dress shoes. She smiled to herself. He had to be impressed with her remembering exactly how she should be waiting.

"Linnea." His velvet tone brushed her ear like a silken cloth. "I'm pleased you are here to be waiting exactly in the correct spot."

She almost smiled but kept her composure despite her pride.

"However, your posture is atrocious."

This was a trip down memory lane. Back to square one.

His shoe nudged her right knee an inch outward. He repeated on her left knee. "Straighten your back." He commanded. "How quickly you've forgotten what you learned."

She strained to correct her posture.

"A little out a shape are we?" He chuckled, and Linnea instantly felt a warm finger on her chin tipping her to face his dark eyes. He'd squatted in front of her.

"Are we?"

"Yes, Sir, I am."

"What shall we do about this?"

"Review, Master?"

"Hmm? Review. Yes, I suppose we will. That and a little something to help you remember."

A little something made of leather and that stung like a son of a b***h most likely. Instead of fear, though, Linnea clenched her core to contain the tingling.

Master Donovan stood. "Stand up, Linnea."

She cringed. "Sir?"

"What?"

"I may need some help."

He grasped her arm and Linnea used his bulk to pull her trembling legs into an upright position.

"Perhaps, daily kneeing exercises would remedy this problem."

"Yes, Sir." Like she had time to do that.

"Now, go to the playroom, knee on the bench and wait for me."

Bench. Interpretation. The leather strap and her ass were going to get reaquainted.