Little Red Riding Hood had successfully disposed of three of the Big Bad Wolves but, unknown to her, there were actually four of them. While the last of the other three was getting his just (or unjust desserts) from LRRH the last one, Timothy Wallace, also 11, had just arrived at Grandma's house with the object of scaring her out of her wits. This objective had been formulated by the BBW Brigade on the basis of a faulty assessment of Grandma's robustness. She might have been a grandmother, but thanks to the usual custom of early marriages she was only 40. Added to this was the fact that she ate only organic foods instead of the processed trash from the supermarket and got plenty of exercise (eg chopped her own firewood). So you can see that Grandma, far from being the helpless little old lady of legend, was actually a lusty mature lady.

Nor was she actually sick, in the sense of not being in the best of health. She was sick of being ignored, and had a hankering for some of her son and daughter-in-laws spicy pork sausage and goats' milk cheese and a nice glass or three of wine to go with it.

When she answered Timothy's knock on her door, Grandma's juices immediately began to flow at the sight in front of her. She'd always had a thing about furry creatures: Rex the Alsatian had been somewhat more than the usual non-human domestic companion, but sadly Rex had gone to the Great Kennel in the Sky a few years ago after many years of sterling service.

At first young Timothy had been taken aback by Grandma's suggestion about exactly how he might gobble her up, but the offer of a whole gold Sovereign had been an offer he couldn't refuse. At length he agreed.

And that was how it came to pass that when Old Max the Forester, his trusty 12 gauge shotgun cradled under his arm, walked into Grandma's cottage without knocking he beheld the sight of the lady herself lying back on the sofa, her skirt up around her waist, knickers discarded on the floor and her legs spread, with what appeared to be a small wolf licking her fanny for all it's worth.

Now Old Max mightn't have been the brightest light on the Christmas tree, but he knew that what looked like a grey furry animal was in fact one of the local ankle biters in a wolf costume, which was fortunate for young Timothy who would otherwise have got both barrels at close range. Max also fancied Grandma, but the feeling was definitely not reciprocated.

"What on earth is going on here?" he roared.

Little Timothy started up, his face covered in pussy juices, as if he'd been given an electric shock. Grandma, who'd been close to going over the top in a wholly wild way, almost leapt bodily off the sofa.

Without waiting for an explanation Max whipped off his broad, thick leather belt and grabbed the junior wolf. Throwing him over the arm of the sofa, he dragged the lower part of the wolf costume down and laid into Timothy's wriggling bottom with the doubled-over belt.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! went the belt.

The unfortunate boy howled and wailed and struggled, but all to no avail. When the spanking started Grandma went to intervene, but after a few moments found herself rooted to the spot, so to speak..

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! went the belt again.

As it continued Grandma sensed a funny warm sort of feeling spreading through her lower regions and, almost in spite of herself, her hand went between her legs.

Unnoticed by anyone, Little Red Riding Hood had arrived at the cottage a few minutes earlier, and as she witnessed the punishment of Timothy she hoisted her cloak and dress and began fingering herself too.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! went the belt yet again.

Both LRRH and Grandma climaxed at almost the same time with a chorus of shrieks that startled Old Max so much that he let go of Timothy. The boy seized the chance to escape, bolting out the door and off into the deep, dark woods. The Big Bad Wolf Brigade was never heard of again after that day.

Max was so astonished and embarrassed by the sight of two females having an almost simultaneous orgasm that without further ado he picked up his shotgun and left. After that he never visited the cottage in the woods.

Little Red Riding Hood was finally able to deliver the basket of goodies to her Grandma, and the two of them sat down together and had a lovely picnic of bread, cheese, sausage, olives, char-grilled vegetables and a very nice bottle of Beaujolais.