Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a clean maid. She lived in a cabin by the stream through the forest with her grannie. To help around the cabin, she would take weekly shopping trips into township, and sell her granny knitted commodity. She had dark fuzz and center, and was taller than all the women, and most of the men in town, which made her a bit of an castaway. She was also fond of her red riding cape, so well-nigh the Town'hoi polloi just called her Lil'Red.

Over the last few weeks, she had a sentiency she was being followed to and from town on her weekly tripper, but every sentence she'd look, she could never find anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the Ellen Price Wood in a unlike location, or take a longer path, she felt she was being watched. Last week, while in township, she heard murmurs from the town rummy, of a masher man prowling the woods. They said he was tall, broad shouldered and had line pilus all over his consistency, with a monumental snoot. One even went on to describe the sheep carcase found tore apart.

All this had lil'Red thought process as she started on her homeward journey. Distracted by her sentiment, she got lost in the woods. A low growling from some bushes off the way 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 than she realized she had no clue where she was, and that it was starting to become dark.

She shrieked and dropped her basket as a bush rustled, and something darted out of them. After realizing it was only a squirrel, she composed herself and hang over to blame up her basket. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a dampness growing in her panties. 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 watercourse, thorns grabbed at her clothes, and scratched across her bare thighs and calves. Finally, she made it to a clarification near the watercourse, but was shocked to determine a recent camping ground there. Against her better judgement, she started to seem around, thinking it might be where the masher man was. She set her basket down on a stump, and got on her hands and genu to look in the tent. As she did this, her chick rose up exposing her damp panties.

As Lil'Red crawled into the stopgap tent, she heard a rustling again, this clip accompanied by a gruff, gravelly voice"What are you doing in my collapsible shelter ?"Again, she froze, but firm custody grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the ground, fear the simply verbalism in her center. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her, as the early clamped over her mouth stopping her from screaming out for help. She could feel his hair, on his munition, and case rubbing against her, his complete digging into her cheek and belly.

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

Letting go with his manus on her belly, he held her tight against him with the one on her boldness. He reached out, grabbing a rophy hanging from a outgrowth on the Tree."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 articulatio radiocarpea, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with deft custody."theft is a law-breaking around here, so you'll be my prisoner until tomorrow. It's getting pretty dark, to set off making our way into township,"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 look at him, as he's stayed behind her. Even now, how she's tied up, her head is thrust downwards so she can only get a glimpse at his feet. His kicking and pants are worn and tattered, and he is covered with hairsbreadth based on what she felt while he held her, and the holes 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 embossment pours over Lil'Red, along with a picayune 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."

"Well, from where I was standing, you were going through my stuff, and you have here a basketball hoop 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 bequeath to allow me to give you the penalty, I'll let you go. What's the touchstone penalization for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to take paw ; that gets messy"

Stammering, Lil'Red says"th-th-thirty lashes."“ Well, since I didn't catch you actually stealing, just going through my things, how about just 15, and I don't have a cilium, just this old crop, 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 snap, as he brought the crop down into his hand. Then a rag was shoved into her mouth,"can't have you screaming and bringing individual 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 tiptop hairy like the rest of what she could see of him. That thought injection through her mind, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her skirt, he hiked it up over her fundament, and pulled her panty down."Don't vexation,"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 wench laying over her back, and she whimpers into the rag.

SMACK the first whirl of the crop across her ass comes as a shock to her. She thought he might actually learn it well-fixed on her since he was being so nice. She tries to squall, but it is just a muffle nothingness. A red fall guy in the shape of the crop glows bright red against her picket cheek."One,"is all he says.

After the initial shock, she can sense a wetness forming on her lower berth lips again. smack the moment swat jolt her again. This time she does better at stifling her shriek as a Gemini red stain shines on her antonym brass this time. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thighs together, trying to get some sort of sensation between her legs as her natural lubricants, begin seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating sides he is hitting with the craw, each prison term only saying the number. Around smooch figure 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 hump in his pants, 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 stifle to prod her thigh apart. His handwriting close to her ass, he can feel the oestrus from his lashes warming his skin. She opens her legs to him with no fight and sapidity number 11 slap against Lil'Red's right second joint, 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 Sir Thomas More smash, one More against each of her second joint"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walks around her slowly. exertion is matting her haircloth to head and fount, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her bindings, pulling her blouse tight against her breast. And as he gets back around, behind her, he notices how red her ass is and how self-conceited and wet her pussy is.

He pulls his manus back, and SMACK he throws his arm forward and up, the crop being expertly guided up between her legs to land against her lip. Her body cramp as her juices flow out of her as an orgasm racks her eubstance. When it is done, her legs go limp and she is just hanging there by her wrists.

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

As she regains use of her ramification, he helps her stand. In a daze she kind of looks around and kind of focuses on her white pantie 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 watercourse with Lil'Red on top of him.

The cold water shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his pants, her shirt and skirt. He rolls her over, still in the piddle, and pushes himself up on his hired man. Looking down on her, all he can do is whisper"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to kiss her. As she looks up at him, his long hair cascading down around his typeface, his face fungus wide and messy, she darts her tongue into his mouth as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her hands, he pulls her from the piddle. As they stand there, both dripping wet, he looks her up and down. Her thin snowy blouse clinging to her white meat, her mamilla hard from the coldness water poking out. Her bird clinging to her curves. He lowers his chin, his hair falling slightly over his side as he looks at her with an animalistic grin.

He grabs her, ripping open up 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 basis as he is behind her again. She feels pressure against her back talk before he is quickly fully inside of her.

She moans out as he thrusts inside of her, his hand gripping into her thighs. Their wet torso begin slapping together with each forceful push of his. Her tits swinging in the flatus in calendar method to his thrusts. All she can do is grip onto the tree stump as best she can as he drives his rooster into her from backside. Her moans becoming louder as the sun sets over the trees. His coxa crash into her ass, causing her red marks to throb with a pleasurable pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her body shaking again, and her pussy quakes around his pecker buried inside of her as another climax courses through her. Unable to remain firm it any longer, he grips her hip joint more forcefully and with one net thrust, he explodes inside of her. Together, the flop 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 mantle, enjoying each other's bodies until they drift off to catch some Z's from exhaustion. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but her clothes were hung on a subdivision, to dry in the morning 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 daze, she followed the stream home.

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

Lil'Red went back to the glade later that day, to its being cleared out. The only sign that anyone had been there was a little cauterise patch of reason from his coterie fire. Lil'Red still goes back from sentence to time, hoping to catch her wildcat man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?