There Arose Such a Clatter: Tales from the Naughty List

by C.M. Nascosta

sliding from its sheath bright red and glistening,

lifting her to drop her cunt-first onto his drool-covered cock before starting the whole process over again, chasing his pleasure and teaching her the lesson to be careful what you wished for.

It was the downstairs she wanted, the place where she might find something to fill the gaping hole where her decency had once resided.

The tongue dropped further, unspooling from his mouth in an endless coil to slip between their bodies, wriggling between her legs to slide in her slickness.

She was reminded of the red hot cinnamon candies she’d been fond of as a child if those same candies had been set on fire. Spicy and burning, her eyes streamed as he ejaculated, filling her with what felt like a gallon of magma,

She didn’t need word getting out that she liked to be spanked, that she got off on pain and exhibition, that being a boss bitch in the board room made being a submissive in the bedroom feel so damned good.

“Your baking attire is poorly suited to your task, but it works very well for mine.”

When the candy cane breached her, Aubrey said a prayer for her vaginal flora and bit her lip. Being fucked with a candy cane was not something she thought she’d be able to boast about when she began her baking that morning, but wonders never ceased.

She wondered if she would get the chance to feel this fat peppermint stick within her. Stop it, stop thinking that way . . . okay, but still, low-key hope so!

“I’m going to stretch this hungry little cunt of yours,” he smiled, a flash of fangs and glimmering red eyes, “and fuck you the way you should have been fucked all along, sweetling, hard enough to knock the naughtiness right out of you.”

Broad, barrel-chested and heavily tattooed, the big man was anything but jolly. Light blue eyes that were permanently bloodshot from the booze, garish gold crowns winking from his smile, his jowls covered in prickly-white stubble: hardly the sort young mothers ought to trust with their precious cargo.

“Everyone is someone, liebchen. If we weren’t, then everyone would be no one.

“No, sweetling, it’s not. We’d take a break during your spanking, and I would feed you my cock. Do you have a gag reflex? We’d cure you of that in short order, if you do. I would use your mouth like a cunt, like a toy for my pleasure. Have you ever tasted the fires of damnation, little one? Mine is a burning rod of justice, and I would choke you with its heat.”