Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a fair maiden over. She lived in a cabin by the flow through the woods with her nanna. To help around the cabin, she would take weekly shopping tripper into township, and sell her grandmothers knitted good. She had dark whisker and eyes, and was marvellous than all the women, and most of the men in town, which made her a bit of an pariah. She was also fond of her red riding cape, so most the town'people just called her Lil'Red.

Over the finish few week, she had a sense she was being followed to and from town on her weekly trip, but every prison term she'd feel, she could never find anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the Mrs. Henry Wood in a dissimilar location, or take a longer path, she felt she was being watched. Last workweek, while in town, she heard murmurs from the township rummy, of a Wolf man prowling the woods. They said he was tall, broad shouldered and had row fuzz 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 thinking as she started on her homeward journey. Distracted by her thoughts, she got lost in the woods. A low growl from some bushes off the track brought her out of her thinking as she froze where she stood. She looked around for the reservoir of the sound, but couldn't see anything. The more she looked around the more than she realized she had no clue where she was, and that it was starting to turn dark.

She shrieked and dropped her basket as a George Walker Bush rustled, and something darted out of them. After realizing it was only a squirrel, she composed herself and bent over to beak up her basketful. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a dampness growing in her scanty. As she composed herself, she heard the stream babbling nearby. She knew if she could get to it, she could follow it to her house.

Lil'Red started working her way towards the current, thorns grabbed at her clothes, and scratched across her bare thighs and calves. Finally, she made it to a clearing near the stream, but was shocked to find a recent camping site there. Against her near judgment, she started to reckon around, thinking it might be where the wolf man was. She set her basket down on a rostrum, and got on her hired hand and articulatio genus to look in the tent. As she did this, her bird rose up exposing her damp panties.

As Lil'Red crawled into the make-do tent, she heard a rustling again, this clip accompanied by a gruff, gravelly vocalise"What are you doing in my collapsible shelter ?"Again, she froze, but strong hands grabbed her by the hip joint, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the ground, reverence the only expression in her eyes. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her, as the early clamped over her oral fissure stopping her from screaming out for help. She could feel his fuzz, on his arms, and face rubbing against her, his nails digging into her brass and belly.

As the secret person held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her scent 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 branch growing more. She realized what she was doing and then began to struggle against him, until he sternly growled"full stop"in her ear.

Letting go with his hand on her belly, he held her tight against him with the one on her grimace. He reached out, grabbing a rope hanging from a branch on the tree diagram."If you scream, I will rip your throat out, do you understand ?"he growled in her ear. All she could do was nod. He grabbed her radiocarpal joint, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with deft work force."Thieving is a offense around here, so you'll be my prisoner until tomorrow. It's getting pretty non-white, to start making our way into town,"he said to her, throwing the rope over a branch and securing it, so her arms are pulled upwards.

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

A booming laugh jump her."You country bumpkins and your fantasies,"he laughs,"No such thing as wolf men."A flood of relief pours over Lil'Red, along with a niggling bit of disappointment."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 uncoerced to allow me to give you the punishment, I'll let you go. What's the criterion punishment for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to take manus ; that gets mussy"

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

All she could do was nod her head. She heard him rustling around in the tent and then a loud cracking, as he brought the crop down into his deal. Then a rag was shoved into her lip,"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 A-one 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 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 1 if I ruin these."The panties lay pooled around her ankles, her chick laying over her cover, and she whimpers into the rag.

SMACK the foremost crack of the crop across her ass comes as a stupor to her. She thought he might actually exact it easy on her since he was being so nice. She tries to scream, but it is just a strangle nothingness. A red mark in the contour of the crop luminescence bright red against her pale brass."One,"is all he says.

After the initial electrical shock, she can feel a wetness forming on her abject lip again. smack the sec swat jolts her again. This time she does easily at stifling her scream as a twin red mark shines on her paired cheek this clip. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thighs together, trying to get some sorting of esthesis between her pegleg as her natural lubricants, begin seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating sides he is hitting with the crop, each time only saying the phone number. Around smack identification number 10, she is no longer screaming out with each hit, but it almost sounds like she is moaning, with what he can only reckon is pleasure. The protrusion in his pants, straining them, is making this task uncomfortable so he pauses to line up, which is when he notices the glistening on her thighs.

He takes the craw and uses his genu to nudge her thighs apart. His hand close to her ass, he can feel the heat from his lashes warming his skin. She opens her legs to him with no fight and SMACK numeral 11 slaps against Lil'Red's right thigh, followed quickly by a thunder to her go forth thigh."11 and 12"he states with no emotion. The wetness on her pegleg makes for a louder smack.

Quickly he does two more than ten-strike, one more against each of her second joint"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walks around her slowly. Sweat is matting her hair to head teacher and face, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her bindings, pulling her blouse tight against her bureau. 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 land against her sass. Her body cramp as her juices flow out of her as an orgasm racks her consistency. When it is done, her legs go limp and she is just hanging there by her wrists.

He pulls the rag from her oral fissure, and cuts the rope, catching her before she crashes to the reason. He carries her to a podium near the flow where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the cool off flow and gently rubs it across the Gospel According to Mark on her ass, easing some of the annoyance and redness.

As she regains use of her legs, he helps her rack. In a daze she kind of smell around and form of focuses on her white step-in laying beneath the tree diagram 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 suddenness, he falls backwards off the log, landing in the stream with Lil'Red on top of him.

The insensate water shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his bloomers, her shirt and skirt. He rolls her over, still in the piddle, and pushes himself up on his hands. Looking down on her, all he can do is whispering"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to kiss her. As she looks up at him, his long hair cascading down around his fount, his whiskers full and messy, she darts her tongue into his lip as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her hands, he pulls her from the pee. As they stand there, both dripping wet, he looks her up and down. Her thin white blouse clinging to her titty, her nipples hard from the insensate water poking out. Her wench clinging to her curve. He lowers his chin, his hair's-breadth 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 dame is around her ankle. He pushes her over the rostrum where her field goal was, knocking it to the primer. She hears the leather tie of his drawers being opened and hears the drop to the ground as he is behind her again. She feels pressure against her lips before he is quickly fully inside of her.

She moans out as he thrusts inside of her, his mitt gripping into her second joint. Their wet eubstance begin slapping together with each forceful stab of his. Her tits swinging in the farting in calendar method to his thrusts. All she can do is grip onto the stump as best she can as he drives his putz into her from fundament. Her moans becoming louder as the sun sets over the trees. His coxa crash into her ass, causing her red marks to pulse with a gratifying pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her dead body quivers again, and her pussy quake around his putz buried inside of her as another orgasm courses through her. Unable to stand it any longer, he grips her rose hip more forcefully and with one final stab, he explodes inside of her. Together, the collapse on the ground, 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 bodies until they drift off to kip from exhaustion. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but her dress were hung on a leg, 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 flow home.

As she came into her cabins glade, her pilus disheveled, her clothes wrinkled and a damaged basket, her granny chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me tell you about my first time with the woodsman tribe,"as she led her in the house.

Lil'Red went back to the glade later that day, to its being cleared out. The only if augury that anyone had been there was a little sunburn patch of priming from his coterie fervidness. Lil'Red still goes back from time to time, hoping to take in her wolf man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?