Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a fair maiden. She lived in a cabin by the current through the Ellen Price Wood with her grandmother. To assist around the cabin, she would take hebdomadally shopping trips into townspeople, and betray her nanna knitted goods. She had coloured hair and heart, and was grandiloquent than all the adult female, and most of the men in townspeople, which made her a bit of an outcast. She was also fond of her red riding mantle, so most the towns'people just called her Lil'Red.

Over the last few weeks, she had a sense she was being followed to and from town on her weekly trips, but every clock time she'd look, she could never bump anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the Wood in a different emplacement, or accept a longer itinerary, she felt she was being watched. Last workweek, while in Town, she heard murmurs from the town wino, of a wolf man prowling the Wood. They said he was marvelous, across-the-board shouldered and had row fuzz all over his organic structure, with a massive schnozzle. One even went on to key the sheep carcass found tore apart.

All this had lil'Red thinking as she started on her homewards journey. Distracted by her view, she got lost in the woodwind instrument. A low growl from some bushes off the path brought her out of her idea 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 to a greater extent she realized she had no clue where she was, and that it was starting to become dark.

She shrieked and dropped her handbasket as a Dubya rustled, and something darted out of them. After realizing it was only a squirrel, she composed herself and bent over to pick up her basketful. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a dampness growing in her pantie. As she composed herself, she heard the stream babbling nearby. She knew if she could get to it, she could fall out it to her house.

Lil'Red started working her way towards the stream, thorns grabbed at her apparel, and scratched across her bare thigh and sura. Finally, she made it to a clearing near the flow, but was shocked to chance a late campsite there. Against her better sound judgement, she started to wait around, thinking it might be where the wolf man was. She set her handbasket down on a stump, and got on her hand and articulatio genus to look in the tent. As she did this, her annulus rose up exposing her damp panties.

As Lil'Red crawled into the make-do tent, she heard a whisper again, this clock time accompanied by a gruff, gravelly sound"What are you doing in my collapsible shelter ?"Again, she froze, but impregnable paw grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the basis, fear the sole aspect in her optic. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her, as the other clamped over her oral fissure stopping her from screaming out for help. She could experience his whisker, on his blazon, and face rubbing against her, his nails excavation into her face and belly.

As the mystery soul held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her perfume into his nostril, 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 legs growing more. She realized what she was doing and then began to struggle against him, until he sternly growled"closure"in her ear.

Letting go with his paw on her belly, he held her tight against him with the one on her expression. He reached out, grabbing a rope hanging from a subdivision on the tree."If you scream, I will rip your throat out, do you read ?"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 hands."theft is a crime around here, so you'll be my captive until tomorrow. It's getting pretty dark, to start making our way into townsfolk,"he said to her, throwing the rope over a branch and securing it, so her sleeve 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 head is forced downwards so she can only get a glimpse at his human foot. His rush and pants are wear and tattered, and he is covered with hair based on what she felt while he held her, and the holes where she can see his leg."A-a-are you a w-w-wolf man ?"she stammers out.

A booming laugh start her."You land bumpkins and your fantasies,"he laughs,"No such thing as savage men."A flood of relief pours over Lil'Red, along with a small 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."

"well, from where I was standing, you were going through my clobber, and you have here a field goal 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 leave me to give you the punishment, I'll let you go. What's the standard penalisation for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to necessitate script ; 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 lash, just this old harvest, 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 aloud snap, as he brought the crop down into his paw. 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 super hairy like the rest of what she could see of him. That thought jibe through her nous, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her doll, he hiked it up over her rear, and pulled her panties down."Don't worry,"he said,"I just don't want to rip up your wearing apparel, and I can't afford to buy you new ones if I ruin these."The panties lay pooled around her ankles, her bird laying over her back, and she whimpers into the rag.

savor the maiden cleft of the harvest across her ass comes as a electrical shock to her. She thought he might actually take it tardily on her since he was being so squeamish. She tries to scream, but it is just a muffled jazz. A red mark in the shape of the crop gleaming bright red against her pale cheek."One,"is all he says.

After the initial shock, she can find a wetness forming on her lower lips again. SMACK the second swat jounce her again. This metre she does bettor at stifling her scream as a twin red brand shines on her opposite impudence this prison term. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thigh together, trying to get some sort of whizz between her branch as her cancel lubricants, 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 turn 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 trouser, straining them, is making this task uncomfortable so he pauses to adjust, which is when he notices the glistening on her thighs.

He takes the crop and uses his knee joint to poke at her second joint apart. His mitt close to her ass, he can feel the heat from his lashes warming his pelt. She opens her legs to him with no fight and savor number 11 slaps against Lil'Red's right thigh, followed quickly by a smack to her left thigh."11 and 12"he states with no emotion. The wetness on her legs makes for a louder smack.

Quickly he does two to a greater extent strike, one more against each of her thighs"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walk of life around her slowly. Sweat is matting her whisker to head and fount, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her bindings, pulling her blouse tight against her chest. And as he gets back around, behind her, he notices how red her ass is and how swollen and wet her puss is.

He pulls his hand back, and SMACK he throws his arm forward and up, the crop being expertly guided up between her wooden leg to bring against her rim. Her consistency spasms as her juice flow out of her as an sexual climax 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 mouthpiece, and cuts the rope, catching her before she crashes to the terra firma. He carries her to a soapbox near the stream where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the aplomb watercourse and gently chafe it across the bull's eye on her ass, easing some of the botheration and redness.

As she regains use of her leg, he helps her rack. In a daze she kind of looks around and kind of focusing on her Stanford White panties laying beneath the Tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her head towards him and then bound 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 cold-blooded water shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his trouser, her shirt and skirt. He rolls her over, still in the water, and pushes himself up on his paw. Looking down on her, all he can do is whisper"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to osculate her. As she looks up at him, his long haircloth cascading down around his side, his beard full moon and messy, she darts her tongue into his mouth as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her hands, he pulls her from the body of 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 inhuman water system poking out. Her dame clinging to her curves. He lowers his chin, his haircloth 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 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 pressure against her rim before he is quickly fully inside of her.

She moans out as he thrusts inside of her, his manus gripping into her second joint. Their wet bodies begin slapping together with each forceful thrust of his. Her knocker swinging in the lead in musical rhythm to his thrusts. All she can do is grip onto the stump as best she can as he drives his prick into her from can. Her moans becoming louder as the sun sets over the Tree. His rose hip clash into her ass, causing her red marks to pulsate with a enjoyable pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her torso frisson again, and her pussy quakes around his peter buried inside of her as another orgasm courses through her. Unable to stand it any longer, he grips her coxa more forcefully and with one final examination knife thrust, he explodes inside of her. Together, the collapse on the terra firma, 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 mantle, enjoying each other's bodies until they drift off to log Z's from exhaustion. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but her apparel were hung on a branch, to dry in the morning sun. She waited until they were dry and she put them on. She wanted to look for him, but figured her grandmother must be worried, so in a fog, she followed the stream home.

As she came into her cabins clearing, her hair disheveled, her dress wrinkled and a damaged basket, her grandmother chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me separate you about my first time with the woodsman tribe,"as she led her in the house.

Lil'Red went back to the clearing later that day, to its being cleared out. The only when sign that anyone had been there was a little burnt-out patch of primer from his camp attack. Lil'Red still goes back from clock time to sentence, hoping to charm her wolf man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?