There Arose Such a Clatter: Tales from the Naughty List

by C.M. Nascosta

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

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.

“Hmmm. Quite the curiosity, aren’t you. You smell like a good girl. You taste like a good girl . . . but you’d make very fine Naughty List material. Very interesting, sweetling. What a happy accident this was . . . for me.”

“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.”

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.”

This forest is very old, ancient. Can you smell the trees, smell their age, feel their eyes? These trees are older than your new gods, and it is here that what you know as Christmas was born.”

It was not one’s bedroom preferences that determined such things after all, but the contents of one’s heart, their generosity and unselfishness.