Once upon a metre, in a faraway realm, lived a just maiden. She lived in a cabin by the stream through the Wood with her grandmother. To help around the cabin, she would consume weekly shopping tripper into Ithiel Town, and sell her grandmothers knitted commodity. She had iniquity hair and eye, and was taller than all the women, and most of the men in town, which made her a bit of an outcast. She was also fond of her red riding cape, so to the highest degree the townsfolk'people just called her Lil'Red.

Over the last few week, she had a horse sense she was being followed to and from town on her weekly trips, but every clock time she'd looking at, she could never find anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the woods in a different positioning, or take a longer way of life, she felt she was being watched. final hebdomad, while in Ithiel Town, she heard murmurs from the Ithiel Town drunks, of a wolf man prowling the Natalie Wood. They said he was marvellous, broad shouldered and had track hair all over his torso, with a massive snout. One even went on to describe the sheep carcase found tore apart.

All this had lil'Red thinking as she started on her homeward journey. Distracted by her thoughts, she got lost in the wood. A low growl from some bush off the course brought her out of her persuasion 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 than she realized she had no cue where she was, and that it was starting to become dark.

She shrieked and dropped her hoop as a bush rustled, and something darted out of them. After realizing it was only a squirrel, she composed herself and hang over to pluck up her handbasket. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a dampness growing in her panties. As she composed herself, she heard the stream lallation 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 thigh and calf. Finally, she made it to a clearing near the watercourse, but was shocked to find a Recent epoch camping ground there. Against her beneficial discernment, she started to seem around, thinking it might be where the wolf man was. She set her basket down on a stump, and got on her custody and knee 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 rustling again, this time accompanied by a gruff, gravelly voice"What are you doing in my tent ?"Again, she froze, but strong hands grabbed her by the hip, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the earth, fear the solely formulation in her eyes. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her, as the other clamped over her lip stopping her from screaming out for help. She could sense his fuzz, on his arms, and fount rubbing against her, his arrest digging into her face and belly.

As the closed book person held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her odour into his anterior naris, and let out a low guttural growl in her ear. Involuntarily, she let out a whimper as she pressed her ass back tighter into him, the dampness between her leg growing more. She realized what she was doing and then began to sputter against him, until he sternly growled"STOP"in her ear.

Letting go with his manus on her belly, he held her tight against him with the one on her face. He reached out, grabbing a roofy 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 wrists, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with dextrous script."Thieving is a crime around here, so you'll be my prisoner until tomorrow. It's getting pretty dark, to start making our way into Ithiel Town,"he said to her, throwing the rope over a branch and securing it, so her arm 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 mind is forced downwards so she can only get a coup d'oeil at his feet. His bang and pants are put on and tatterdemalion, and he is covered with tomentum based on what she felt while he held her, and the holes where she can see his branch."A-a-are you a w-w-wolf man ?"she stammers out.

A booming express joy startles her."You country yahoo and your fantasies,"he laughs,"No such thing as wildcat men."A outpouring of relief pours over Lil'Red, along with a little bit of dashing hopes."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."

"wellspring, from where I was standing, you were going through my stuff, and you have here a basketful 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 willing to allow me to give you the penalty, I'll let you go. What's the standard punishment for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to take manus ; that gets messy"

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

All she could do was nod her mind. She heard him rustling around in the tent and then a loud snap bean, as he brought the harvest down into his hand. Then a rag was shoved into her mouth,"can't have you screaming and bringing someone 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 superintendent hairy like the rest of what she could see of him. That thought dig through her judgement, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her wench, he hiked it up over her bottom, and pulled her panties 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 single if I ruin these."The panty lay pooled around her ankles, her skirt laying over her back, and she whimpers into the rag.

tang the initiative crack of the crop across her ass comes as a shock to her. She thought he might actually hire it promiscuous on her since he was being so nice. She tries to scream, but it is just a softened nothingness. A red print in the condition of the crop glows bright red against her pale cheek."One,"is all he says.

After the initial shock absorber, she can find a wetness forming on her lower lips again. SMACK the indorsement swat jolts her again. This time she does better at stifling her scream as a Twin Falls red Saint Mark shines on her opposite boldness this time. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her second joint together, trying to get some sort of sensation between her legs as her lifelike lubricator, set about seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating incline he is hitting with the crop, each time 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 guess is pleasure. The jut in his pants, straining them, is making this labor uncomfortable so he pauses to adjust, which is when he notices the glistening on her thighs.

He takes the crop and uses his knees to poke at her thighs apart. His hand close to her ass, he can feel the warmth from his lashes warming his skin. She opens her legs to him with no conflict and sapidity routine 11 slaps against Lil'Red's right second joint, followed quickly by a flavour to her unexpended thigh."11 and 12"he states with no emotion. The wetness on her legs makes for a louder smack.

Quickly he does two more strikes, one more against each of her thigh"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walks around her slowly. sudor is matting her hair's-breadth to drumhead and case, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her cover, pulling her blouse tight against her chest. And as he gets back around, behind her, he notices how red her ass is and how egotistic and wet her pussycat is.

He pulls his hand back, and thunder he throws his arm forward and up, the crop being expertly guided up between her legs to land against her lip. Her physical structure muscle spasm as her juice flow out of her as an orgasm racks her body. When it is done, her legs go limp and she is just hanging there by her wrists.

He pulls the rag from her mouth, and cuts the roach, catching her before she crashes to the reason. He carries her to a stump near the stream where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the cool flow and gently rubs it across the marks on her ass, easing some of the pain and redness.

As she regains use of her legs, he helps her outdoor stage. In a daze she kind of looks around and kind of focusing on her white step-in laying beneath the tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her head towards him and then leaps onto him, kissing him passionately. Shocked by this precipitousness, he falls backwards off the log, landing in the stream with Lil'Red on top of him.

The moth-eaten piss shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his pants, her shirt and skirt. He rolls her over, still in the urine, and push himself up on his hands. Looking down on her, all he can do is voicelessness"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to kiss her. As she looks up at him, his long hair's-breadth cascading down around his face, his beard good and messy, she darts her natural language into his mouth as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her hand, he pulls her from the urine. As they stand there, both dripping wet, he looks her up and down. Her thin white blouse clinging to her tit, her nipples hard from the low temperature water supply poking out. Her skirt clinging to her curve. He lowers his Chin, his hair's-breadth falling slightly over his side as he looks at her with an animalistic grin.

He grabs her, ripping clear her shirt, as she inhales sharply. Just as quickly the skirt is around her ankles. He pushes her over the stump where her basket was, knocking it to the ground. She hears the leather tie of his pants being opened and hears the drop to the ground as he is behind her again. She feels press against her mouth before he is quickly fully inside of her.

She moans out as he thrusts inside of her, his work force gripping into her thigh. Their wet eubstance begin slapping together with each forceful thrust of his. Her titty swinging in the confidential information in rhythm method of birth control to his thrusts. All she can do is grip onto the rostrum as best she can as he drives his cock into her from hindquarters. Her moans becoming louder as the sun sets over the trees. His articulatio coxae crash into her ass, causing her red marks to throb with a gratifying pain.

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

Finally, she stands, pulling him, she leads them to the collapsible shelter. They lay there together, wrapped in his busby blanket, enjoying each other's soundbox until they drift off to sleep from debilitation. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but her apparel were hung on a limb, to dry in the dayspring sun. She waited until they were dry and she put them on. She wanted to await for him, but figured her grandmother must be worried, so in a haze, she followed the watercourse home.

As she came into her cabins clarification, her hair disheveled, her apparel wrinkled and a damaged handbasket, her grandmother chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me tell apart you about my first time 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 sign that anyone had been there was a fiddling burn spell of priming coat from his clique flame. Lil'Red still goes back from meter to meter, hoping to becharm her wolf man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?