The real Carmen's fate cannot be changed anymore, however, in an alternative approach to do justice to fast talker who is cutting up innocent colleagues to boot, the no nonsense judge does not hesitate to send her to the market place for a severe birching.

The young policeman, used to deal with hardened criminals, cannot believe his good luck to deal intimately with such a glorious set of globes lying bare and white before him like a canvas for a painter.Reverently, he tests the firmness of the half moons with a squeeze marvelling at the well muscled cheeks and the soft skin. He decides not to mark her too much. That would be a defiling a piece of art. Thus, Carmen incidentally discovers one more weapon beside her face and legs to manipulate her admirers. She wiggles her bottom cheeks and giggles. 'Let's make the best of it as long as the pain stays bearable,' she thinks defiantly.The whip is a standard martinet with 7 thirty inches long, wide leather lashes on a stout wooden handle. It hurts -- a lot. Wielded without mercy, it can break skin, but used expertly, it has erotic powers as well. The young man measures his distance letting the lashes slide into the triangle between her spread thighs and the pink labia. She gives him a sly smile and wink, but that is all the reprieve she is getting.The whip bites for the first time with a crisp smack. He lets the lashes fan out over the ample surface of her gorgeous rear. The second swipe follows after about ten seconds. He does not twist the leather lashes to scourge one stripe of skin but lets them spread out all over that glorious rear.Carmen breathes in sharply after the first and the following swings, trying to pull in her cheeks. She does not try to protect herself but wiggles her bottom within the bonds to shake off this swarm of bees landing on and stinging her backside more and more. After six, she starts whimpering. At half time, her globes are displaying a life of their own in rhythm with the howls of their owner. Each cheek is seriously discoloured and welted on the flanks where the tips have landed and wreaked havoc. Carmen is crying hot tears that drip to the floor through the cracks between the slats, forming puddles. Her half moons are rising and pressing down on the leather pad in sync with the whip. Her crying and yelling is unrestrained and fills the dreary chamber.Escamillo gives her a break after twelve well timed and spaced wallops. Again he lets the strips curl and crawl over her pussy. He is far too inexperienced to play with her sexually on purpose, but notices her movements, and somehow the dusty room around him suddenly smells a little like excited woman. That smell he knows. So, he adds two and two together and starts a