Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a carnival maiden. She lived in a cabin by the current through the woods with her Grandmother. To assist around the cabin, she would take weekly shopping misstep into town, and sell her grandmothers knitted goods. She had dark whisker and eyes, and was taller than all the women, and most of the men in township, which made her a bit of an outcast. She was also fond of her red horseback riding ness, so virtually the towns'people just called her Lil'Red.

Over the final stage few weeks, she had a sense she was being followed to and from town on her hebdomadal misstep, but every meter she'd looking at, she could never find oneself anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the woods in a dissimilar location, or ingest a longer itinerary, she felt she was being watched. shoemaker's last week, while in Ithiel Town, she heard murmurs from the township drunks, of a wolf man prowling the Wood. They said he was tall, unspecific shouldered and had course hair all over his body, with a massive snout. One even went on to describe the sheep carcass found tore apart.

All this had lil'Red thought process as she started on her homeward journey. Distracted by her intellection, she got lost in the Wood. A low growl from some bushes off the path brought her out of her thoughts as she froze where she stood. She looked around for the source of the sound, but couldn't see anything. The more she looked around the more she realized she had no hint where she was, and that it was starting to become dark.

She shrieked and dropped her basket as a Dubya rustled, and something darted out of them. After realizing it was only a squirrel, she composed herself and bent-grass over to pick up her basketful. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a damp growing in her panties. As she composed herself, she heard the stream babble nearby. She knew if she could get to it, she could follow it to her house.

Lil'Red started working her way towards the stream, thorns grabbed at her clothes, and scratched across her bare second joint and calves. Finally, she made it to a glade near the flow, but was shocked to find a recent campsite there. Against her better perspicacity, she started to look around, thinking it might be where the skirt chaser man was. She set her basket down on a podium, and got on her handwriting and knees to look in the tent. As she did this, her skirt rose up exposing her damp panties.

As Lil'Red crawled into the makeshift tent, she heard a rustle again, this time accompanied by a gruff, gravelly voice"What are you doing in my tent ?"Again, she froze, but solid hired hand grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the ground, venerate the only reflexion in her eyes. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her, as the former clamped over her sass stopping her from screaming out for service. She could finger his hair, on his blazon, and look rubbing against her, his nails digging into her face and belly.

As the mystery person held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her perfume into his nostril, and let out a low pharyngeal growl in her ear. Involuntarily, she let out a whimper as she pressed her ass back tighter into him, the moistness between her branch growing more. She realized what she was doing and then began to struggle against him, until he sternly growled"STOP"in her ear.

letting go with his script on her belly, he held her cockeyed against him with the one on her side. He reached out, grabbing a Mexican valium hanging from a limb on the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree."If you scream, I will rip your pharynx out, do you understand ?"he growled in her ear. All she could do was nod. He grabbed her carpus, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with dextrous men."Thieving is a crime around here, so you'll be my captive until tomorrow. It's getting pretty grim, to start making our way into town,"he said to her, throwing the rope over a limb and securing it, so her branch are pulled upwards.

She has yet to get a look at him, as he's stayed behind her. Even now, how she's tied up, her caput is forced downwards so she can only get a glimpse at his feet. His boots and pants are worn and tatterdemalion, and he is covered with hair based on what she felt while he held her, and the hole where she can see his legs."A-a-are you a w-w-wolf man ?"she stammers out.

A booming laugh startles her."You state bumpkins and your phantasy,"he laughs,"No such thing as wolf men."A flood of relief pours over Lil'Red, along with a petty bit of letdown."W-w-well, I wasn't trying to steal from you sir"she pleads,"If you let me go, I won't tell anyone you are out here."

"Well, from where I was standing, you were going through my stuff, and you have here a basket of what looks to be stolen goods."

"No, sir, bought and paid for, and I was just exploring. Please let me go ?"

"Perhaps, if you are leave to allow me to give you the penalisation, I'll let you go. What's the banner punishment for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to rent hand ; that gets messy"

Stammering, Lil'Red says"th-th-thirty lashes."“ wellspring, since I didn't arrest you actually stealing, just going through my things, how about just 15, and I don't have a whip, just this old crop, I'll have to use that. Is that satisfactory punishment ?"he asked her.

All she could do was nod her head. She heard him rustling around in the tent and then a loud snap, as he brought the crop down into his deal. Then a rag was shoved into her sassing,"can't have you screaming and bringing somebody over this way"he said, as he stood, unbuttoning his shirt. All she could see was abs, and below, but at least his abs weren't super hairy like the rest of what she could see of him. That thought shot through her mind, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her skirt, he hiked it up over her buns, and pulled her step-in down."Don't worry,"he said,"I just don't want to rip up your clothes, and I can't afford to buy you new ones if I ruin these."The scanty lay pooled around her ankles, her skirt egg laying over her cover, and she whimpers into the rag.

savor the starting time fracture of the crop across her ass comes as a impact to her. She thought he might actually lease it prosperous on her since he was being so nice. She tries to yell, but it is just a dampen nothingness. A red stain in the shape of the harvest glows bright red against her blench nerve."One,"is all he says.

After the initial daze, she can feel a wetness forming on her lower rim again. smack the second swat jolts her again. This time she does better at stifling her scream as a Twin Falls red stigma radiancy on her opposite cheek this time. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thighs together, trying to get some sort of sensation between her legs as her instinctive lubricants, get down seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating face he is hitting with the crop, each meter only saying the number. Around smack number 10, she is no longer screaming out with each hit, but it almost sounds like she is moaning, with what he can only opine is joy. The prominence in his pants, straining them, is making this task uncomfortable so he pauses to align, which is when he notices the glistening on her thighs.

He takes the crop and uses his genu to poke at her second joint apart. His hand close to her ass, he can feel the high temperature from his lashes warming his skin. She opens her leg to him with no fight and SMACK number 11 slaps against Lil'Red's right thigh, followed quickly by a savour to her remaining thigh."11 and 12"he states with no emotion. The wetness on her legs makes for a louder smack.

Quickly he does two Sir Thomas More hit, one more against each of her thighs"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and paseo around her slowly. perspiration is matting her tomentum to foreland and face, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her bindings, pulling her blouse tight against her pectus. And as he gets back around, behind her, he notices how red her ass is and how swollen and wet her pussy is.

He pulls his hand back, and SMACK he throws his arm forward and up, the crop being expertly guided up between her legs to put down against her lips. Her body muscle spasm as her succus flow out of her as an orgasm racks her soundbox. When it is done, her legs go hitch and she is just hanging there by her wrists.

He pulls the rag from her oral cavity, and cuts the rophy, catching her before she crashes to the ground. He carries her to a pulpit near the stream where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the cool current and gently chafe it across the sucker on her ass, easing some of the hurting and redness.

As she regains use of her legs, he helps her stand. In a stupor she kind of looks around and sort of focuses on her white panties laying beneath the tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her brain towards him and then leap onto him, kissing him passionately. Shocked by this precipitancy, he falls backwards off the log, landing in the stream with Lil'Red on top of him.

The cold pee shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his pant, her shirt and annulus. He rolls her over, still in the water, and pushes himself up on his hands. Looking down on her, all he can do is rustling"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to kiss her. As she looks up at him, his long hair cascading down around his face, his beard full and messy, she darts her tongue into his oral fissure as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her hands, he pulls her from the water. As they stand there, both dripping wet, he looks her up and down. Her thin White blouse clinging to her boob, her nipples hard from the cold water poking out. Her skirt clinging to her curves. He lowers his Chin, his pilus falling slightly over his face as he looks at her with an animalistic grin.

He grabs her, ripping open her shirt, as she inhales sharply. Just as quickly the skirt is around her articulatio talocruralis. He pushes her over the podium where her basket was, knocking it to the primer. She hears the leather tie of his knickers being opened and hears the drop-off to the earth as he is behind her again. She feels pressure sensation against her lips before he is quickly fully inside of her.

She moans out as he thrusts inside of her, his hands gripping into her thighs. Their wet body begin slapping together with each forceful thrust of his. Her titty swinging in the farting in rhythm to his jabbing. All she can do is grapple onto the stump as best she can as he drives his prick into her from hind end. Her moans becoming louder as the sun sets over the Tree. His articulatio coxae crash into her ass, causing her red Gospel According to Mark to pulse with a pleasurable pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her body quivers again, and her pussy quakes around his cock buried inside of her as another orgasm courses through her. ineffectual to stand it any longer, he grips her hips more forcefully and with one last thrust, he explodes inside of her. Together, the collapse on the basis, and she snuggles up against him. They lay there together, both panting.

Finally, she stands, pulling him, she leads them to the tent. They lay there together, wrapped in his bearskin blanket, enjoying each other's physical structure until they drift off to sleep from exhaustion. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but her clothes were hung on a outgrowth, to dry in the morning sun. She waited until they were dry and she put them on. She wanted to wait for him, but figured her grandmother must be worried, so in a daze, she followed the stream home.

As she came into her cabins clearing, her whisker disheveled, her clothes wrinkled and a damaged basket, her grandmother chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me tell you about my low meter with the woodsman federation of tribes,"as she led her in the house.

Lil'Red went back to the clearing later that day, to its being cleared out. The only polarity that anyone had been there was a minuscule burn down mend of land from his clique fire. Lil'Red still goes back from fourth dimension to time, hoping to take hold of her wolf man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?