After her first visit to the bondage room of her friend's father, Candice is desperate for more. Mr. Johnson avoids contact with her though and she starts to suspect that it was a one off. When he is waiting for her outside her home one day she learns that the lack of contact is just another form of torture to build their desires. When he asks is she is ready for a second visit to his home the desire spills over and Mr. Johnson treats her to another harsh session of painful love in his bondage room.

This is an explicit erotic short story of approximately 5,000 words. It contains graphic language and sexual themes. It is meant only for adults who are interested in this type of material for viewing in jurisdictions where its sale and enjoyment does not violate any local laws.

Excerpt:

"Mr. Johnson went across to a cabinet, opened a drawer and pulled out a riding crop. As soon as Candice saw it, it brought to mind her experience of being bent over and tied to the table on her previous visit and she wondered if it was to be repeated. The older man came to stand in front of her though and began to tap the end of the riding crop on her bra. "Take it off," he finally said. Candice reached behind her back and loosened the hooks, shrugging the straps from her shoulders and letting the bra fall to the floor. The riding crop touched a naked breast, teasing around the nipple and stroking over it. Candice felt the nipple harden and the end of the crop tapped the erect nub more forcefully. Each hit brought a little more pain and she winced, her breath beginning to spill out hard as her nipple suffered. Mr. Johnson worked the crop to the other breast and gave the nipple similar treatment. Candice was breathing ever harder as the mixture of pain and pleasure made her gasp. The crop suddenly lashed at her tits and the sharp pain made her wince. Her eyes opened wide and as she looked she saw the red mark stretching across the smooth skin. Mr. Johnson reached out and caressed his fingertips onto the mark. He grinned as he traced his fingers along the red. It was a sure sign the girl standing in front of him would let him do anything and he wanted to dominate her, to make her his possession so that she submitted to his will. The feeling of power it brought out was incredible."