There Arose Such a Clatter: Tales from the Naughty List

by C.M. Nascosta

The girl had been enjoyable to punish, had been eager to feel the sting of his strap, and had seen to his every whim throughout the year . . . but she’d also been soft and warm and sweet-smelling, and losing himself in the pleasures of her plush curves and open legs had often come without his branches and harsh words. Too often, if he was being honest.