There was a pause while he patted her bottom with great appreciation. Then without warning he smacked her with the full strength of his arm. The shock of the blow almost sent the wad flying from her mouth, but he had stuffed it in too well for that to happen. Slowly she felt the burning of his handprint taking shape on her left buttock. He struck again with even greater force. And he went on spanking all over her bottom, until it blazed a magnificent hue of bright scarlet... Abandoning her philandering husband, Olivia enters a world rife with superstition and depravity: the convent of Saint Dulcinea, behind the walls of which persist strange and perverted rituals reminiscent of the Middle Ages, when harsh discipline and torture ensured absolute obedience. Under the constant supervision of the nuns she is subjected to continual punishment and humiliation, and slowly she learns the true and terrible purpose of their intentions; to ensure the survival of the convent. Olivia is driven to desperate measures, but the nuns are always one step ahead. Perhaps there is no escape from the dark terrors of the Dulcinites...