Once upon a time, in a faraway dry land, lived a fair maid. She lived in a cabin by the current through the woodwind instrument with her Grandmother. To help around the cabin, she would remove weekly shopping trips into Town, and sell her grannie knitted goods. She had shadow tomentum and heart, and was magniloquent 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 horseback riding cape, so most the towns'mass just called her Lil'Red.

Over the hold out few workweek, she had a sense she was being followed to and from Ithiel Town on her weekly trips, but every time she'd expression, she could never encounter anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the woods in a different location, or take a longer path, she felt she was being watched. end calendar week, while in Town, she heard murmurs from the town rummy, of a wolf man prowling the woods. They said he was marvelous, all-inclusive shouldered and had course pilus all over his body, with a monolithic 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 thought process, she got lost in the woods. A low growl from some shrub off the path brought her out of her thoughts as she froze where she stood. She looked around for the source of the auditory sensation, but couldn't see anything. The more she looked around the more 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 Dubyuh rustled, and something darted out of them. After realizing it was only a squirrel, she composed herself and bent over to plunk 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 survey it to her house.

Lil'Red started working her way towards the stream, thorns grabbed at her clothes, and scratched across her bare thighs and calf. Finally, she made it to a clearing near the watercourse, but was shocked to find a recent campsite there. Against her bettor sagacity, she started to await around, thinking it might be where the Wolf man was. She set her basket down on a stump, and got on her hands and articulatio genus 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 helping hand grabbed her by the articulatio coxae, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the earth, venerate the but face in her centre. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her, as the other clamped over her mouth stopping her from screaming out for assistant. She could feel his hairsbreadth, on his arms, and face rubbing against her, his nails digging into her brass and belly.

As the enigma individual held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her odor into his nostrils, and let out a low guttural growl in her ear. Involuntarily, she let out a whine 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"halt"in her ear.

Letting go with his handwriting on her belly, he held her wet against him with the one on her face. He reached out, grabbing a roofy hanging from a offset 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 wrists, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with deft script."thievery is a crime around here, so you'll be my prisoner until tomorrow. It's getting pretty dark, to start making our way into 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 head is storm downwards so she can only get a glance at his feet. His boots and pants are worn and tatterdemalion, and he is covered with fuzz based on what she felt while he held her, and the holes where she can see his peg."A-a-are you a w-w-wolf man ?"she stammers out.

A booming laugh startles her."You area hick and your fantasies,"he laughs,"No such thing as wolf men."A outpouring of ministration 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."

"Well, from where I was standing, you were going through my stuff, 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 monetary standard punishment for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to convey hired man ; that gets messy"

Stammering, Lil'Red says"th-th-thirty lashes."“ well, since I didn't taking into custody you actually stealing, just going through my affair, how about just 15, and I don't have a whiplash, just this old harvest, I'll have to use that. Is that satisfactory penalization ?"he asked her.

All she could do was nod her fountainhead. She heard him rustling around in the tent and then a gaudy pushover, as he brought the harvest down into his manus. Then a rag was shoved into her mouth,"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 tiptop hairy like the rest of what she could see of him. That thought injection through her head, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her wench, he hiked it up over her bottom, and pulled her scanty 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 panty lay pooled around her ankles, her skirt laying over her vertebral column, and she whimpers into the rag.

thunder the maiden crack of the crop across her ass comes as a shock to her. She thought he might actually ask it easy on her since he was being so nice. She tries to shout, but it is just a muffled wind. A red patsy in the shape of the crop freshness bright red against her blanch cheek."One,"is all he says.

After the initial shock, she can find a wetness forming on her lour lips again. SMACK the second swat jar her again. This time she does well at stifling her scream as a Gemini red mark shines on her opposite cheek this sentence. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thighs together, trying to get some variety of sensation between her peg as her instinctive lubricant, begin seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating sides 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 reckon is pleasure. The bulge in his knickers, 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 knees to prod her thighs apart. His script close to her ass, he can feel the rut from his lashes warming his skin. She opens her wooden leg to him with no fight and thunder 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 more rap, one Thomas More against each of her second joint"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walking around her slowly. Sweat is matting her whisker to head word and grimace, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her bindings, pulling her blouse tight against her dresser. And as he gets back around, behind her, he notices how red her ass is and how swollen and wet her kitty is.

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

He pulls the rag from her mouth, and cuts the rope, catching her before she crashes to the land. He carries her to a pulpit near the current where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the cool flow and gently rubs it across the Deutsche Mark on her ass, easing some of the pain and redness.

As she regains use of her legs, he helps her stand. In a fog she sort of looks around and form of focuses on her white pantie laying beneath the Tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her point towards him and then leaps onto him, kissing him passionately. Shocked by this suddenness, he falls backwards off the log, landing in the current with Lil'Red on top of him.

The cold piddle shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his pants, her shirt and skirt. He rolls her over, still in the water system, and push himself up on his hands. Looking down on her, all he can do is susurration"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to osculate her. As she looks up at him, his longsighted hair cascading down around his face, his beard to the full and messy, she darts her glossa into his mouth 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 lean white blouse clinging to her breasts, her mamilla hard from the cold water system poking out. Her annulus clinging to her curves. He lowers his chin, his hair falling slightly over his face as he looks at her with an animalistic grin.

He grabs her, ripping unfold her shirt, as she inhales sharply. Just as quickly the wench 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 trouser being opened and hears the drop curtain to the ground as he is behind her again. She feels air pressure 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 thigh. Their wet bodies begin slapping together with each forceful thrust of his. Her tits swinging in the steer in beat to his knife thrust. All she can do is grapple onto the stump as best she can as he drives his cock into her from stern. Her groan becoming louder as the sun sets over the tree diagram. His hips clangour into her ass, causing her red marks to pulse with a gratifying pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her body thrill again, and her pussy quakes around his pecker buried inside of her as another orgasm courses through her. ineffective to place upright it any longer, he grips her coxa more forcefully and with one concluding thrust, 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 debilitation. When she awoke in the dawn, he was gone, but her wearing apparel were hung on a limb, to dry in the daybreak sun. She waited until they were dry and she put them on. She wanted to hold back 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 wearing apparel wrinkled and a damaged hoop, her gran chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me differentiate you about my first clock time with the woodworker kin group,"as she led her in the house.

Lil'Red went back to the clarification later that day, to its being cleared out. The lonesome preindication that anyone had been there was a little bite spot of footing from his camp fervour. Lil'Red still goes back from meter to time, hoping to charm her masher man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?