The Donovans' Challenge

Chapter 4

He watched her adjust her naked body on the spanking bench as best she could, considering her hands were cuffed behind her back. She spread her thighs as she was taught and lay her head to the side. Her hair fell across her face but she was unable to swipe it away.

Lord, he had it bad for this woman. His c****d pressed hard against his jeans as he transfixed his gaze to her bare white ass ready for the blistering. She'd go from pink to red like a ripened fruit. 

He walked to the bench and bent to secure the straps that would go around her thighs and ankles. Rarely had they used the straps because Linnea had an incredible ability to remain almost motionless when being lashed. Other subs he'd trained had kicked when the leather fell across their ass, and more than once, his balls had been the recipient of the reaction--thus, he installed the straps to prevent movement.

For Linnea though, he knew she wouldn't move, but the tightening of the belts around her thighs and ankles heightened her arousal. Her enhanced vulnerability and trust of him made him painfully aware of what his sub did to him.

When he finished with her legs, he buckled one more belt securing her waist to the bench. Now, completely immobile, Linnea's breaths grew rapid, and Master Donovan grazed his fingers down her spine relishing the trembling he caused. He cupped his hands on her ass and caressed her cheeks, one in each palm. Such smooth pale skin the sun had never seen. Sleek and cool would soon become tender and hot. He kissed her ass and then bit deeply into her flesh. She flinched but never made a sound.

His beautiful slave. Slave, she wasn't. He never wanted it that way between, but now, maybe? Did he want to rule her every move? One of the things he loved about training slaves was the dynamic. When Linnea came into his home, everything changed. Sure he loved every moment of training her as a slave, but she made him want her as his partner, his lover, his wife. He was deliriously happy with their life...but a part of him still loved being Master Donovan. That's why this weekend was so important. He could indulge, release, and Linnea would happily come with him. Then on Monday, she would be Emily and he, Noah, again.

He chose the doubled leather strap from the armoire. It was about three inches wide, two feet long and had a wooden handle. Just the sound of the leather whisking through the air and landing on target was enough to make anyone shudder.

As he ran the smooth leather across his hand, he watched Linnea's swift breathing. Her back and shoulders expanded, but she lay silently. Master Donovan brushed her hair away from her face and softly kissed her cheek. "Do I need to remind you why you're in this position?"

A very subtle acknowledgment crossed her face as the collar and gag restricted her head movement. 

"There's the talking without permission during sessions. That's a given any time. Then there's the lethargic way you moved into position on the bed the one night." He snapped the strap. The sound echoed through the room. "You know when I say to do something, I mean now. When you dawdle, it seems to me that you are questioning my command, and it is not for you to question."

Moving just to the side of her, he kissed her ass again. "The question now is, how many? How many lashes do you deserve for such insubordination? Is it five, ten, twenty. Let's go with twenty. I mean five will only make your sweet cheeks pink, and my favorite color on you is red, deep, deep red." He smiled. " However, being the stubborn strong woman you are, if you remain silent, I'll stop at...before I reach twenty."

The air cracked as the first lash landed across her cheeks.