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Agnes Fitzhugh ( 1431-1496) second daughter of the 4th Earl Fitzhugh married Baron John de Lacy at an early age and became Baroness de Lacy. From that long union she produced 8 children of whom only 3 survived beyond the age of 2 years. Her son Edward de Lacy became the 5th Earl de Lacy who aligned with the Yorkists under Richard 111. After the defeat of King Richard Edward de Lacy escaped to France with his wife and offspring leaving his mother behind.Baroness de Lacy was arrested at the family estate de Lacy Hall, Pembrokeshire on Sepember 6, 1485.
She and incarcerated in York Castle for less that a week where she was interrogated by the High Sheriff. who personally tortured her. He extracted confession from her that she had conspired for your son to escape justice. She was then tried for aiding and abetting treason and sentenced to sixty lashes on St. Crispins Day, October 25, 1485. (Wkipedia)
Further from the autobiography of Lady Agetha Alcorn
I watched helpless with tear filled eyes as the naked woman was taken to stand between the two posts and had her wrists encircled in iron cuffs and exposed to the eyes of hundreds of men women come to witness her unjust chastisment. The chains had been adjusted so that her arms were lifted and held high to either side of the pillars. Ropes attached to iron rings at the base of the posts were then wrapped around her ankles and pulled taut forcing the poor woman to open her legs which exposed the slit which had recently been opened up and disfigured by the infamous "pear of despair" which illicited her confession of treason. The purpose for doing this was not only to humiliate the woman but to prevent her shielding that most sensitive flesh from the whip.
Baroness deLacy was captured and incarcerated in York Castle for less that a week where she was interrogated by the High Sheriff who personally tortured her and extracted a confession that she had conspired for your son to escape justice. She was then tried for aiding and abetting treason and sentenced to sixty lashes.
I was held in a place beside the platform that allowed only a partial view of the proceedings occuring but I did witness the Clerk of the High Court walked onto the stage wearing the velvet robes of office and read the sentence to be carried out. I could not hear everything due to the noise about me but did hear him say "proceed with the punishment, sixty lashes." and then he left the stage.
One may well well ask how were the lashes counted since it could not be expected that the man holding the whip would be able to do so with any accuracy. A jar of dried beans with exactly 60 beans had been counted by a member of the court who brought the jar and an empty jar of the same size up onto the whipping platform. As before each the lash was about to be given he would take one bean from the full jar and place it in the empty jar shouting out the number loudly and the whip stroke would be given. When the jar had but one bean remaining he would shout out the final number and the whip handler would stop the whipping.
A pause in the whipping would occur after every ten strokes and water would be provided to the whip handler but to the person being whipped only after each twenty strokes.
I was in such a position that I could see only a profile of the baroness as the hung between the posts but I could see that even as an older woman she still retained much of your youthful beauty and body for which she was renown among the gentry and commoners. Being a woman of nobility her skin was rarely exposed to the sun as a peasant woman would have been and thus her skin was unwrinkled and flawless being the colour of alabaster in the full light of day. Her heavy breasts now sagged but still were full and firm and save for the purple blemishes from the hot iron placed on them during her torture they were otherwise flawless with thick protruding pink nipples.
Despite having birthed several children her body buttocks and long legs remained shapely and her belly was flat but streaked as expected of such a fertile woman with marks of stretching. The prominent mound above the thick flaps on either side of her sex slit had been burned almost totally free of hair and the pink inner folds of her sex were exposed and swollen as a result of having been subjected to the infamous "Pear of Anguish" during her torture.
Save this, a woman decades younger would have been proud to possess such a body.As I looked at her she turned her silver hair covered head down and and saw her anguished eyes met mine and her lips shaped into a smile. A guard witnessed it also and said " I would na' mind a piece of that for meself." which was a crude way of showing the baroness could still raise lust even in a young man.
The same soldier guarding me told me that the giant man who would be whipping the Baroness was a blacksmith from Stamford Bridge hired by the court because of his strength and his skill in using a whip. He was one of the strongest men in all of Yorkshire and when I looked at him and saw his massive muscled arms I trembled at the thought of what awaited both me and the Baroness de Lacy.I did not have to wait long to witness the terrible effect that a whip would have on the body of a woman.
The brutish man behind the mask approached the very edge of the platform where I was standing and displayed the whip to me. It was a terrifying crudely made instrument. A thick foot long round wooden handle was held in his massive fist and at one end of the shaft and a thick brown leather strap fully a quarter inch thick and perhaps five feet long were fastened to it by heavy twine and brass rivets. I had no doubt that when applied with the force of his arm on the flesh of man or woman it would create incredible pain and suffering.
For a man of his bulk the hooded brute with the whip seemed as agile as a cat as he stepped up towards the woman trussed between the posts and waited for the signal to begin. "One!" shouted the man seated next to the two pots as he placed a bean from one to the other. A brief pause followed and then the punisher made one step forward with his right foot and swung the lash forward fully extending his heavily muscled arm. The leather strap struck the baroness across her upper back. Her body jolted forward and her head lifted as the whip dropped to the boards of the platform and was drawn back. Only a groan escaped her lips as she struggled against the chains and then her body relaxed."Two!" shouted the court official and once again the leather flew and landed with a thud across the bare flesh eliciting once again only a groan of protest through clenched lips.
From where I stood I could see the effect the whip was having on flesh only when the lash followed the contours of her body under her upheld arms and left a trail of reddened skin. By the tenth whip stroke it was clear that The baroness was suffering even though she had made but hardly a whimper.
Her body had begun to sway on the chains binding her wrists and her legs struggled to escape from the ropes on her ankles making it seem that she was trying to perform an erotic dance. Tears rolled down from closed eyes and over her cheeks and beads of sweat formed on her forehead but she would not scream or beg. Such was her stern resolve that I knew I did not possess.The brute paused to be handed a mug of beer which he swilled back and as he wiped the foam from his lips with his forearm he tossed the mug asided and awaited the call of the number eleven.
Refreshed by the beer he applied the lash with renewed force and as the stripes across the bare back and sides of the baroness grew in number she began to whimper more loudly and her head shook from side to side to assuage the growing pain. I closed my eyes and looked away as the whipping continued unceasingly until the number twenty was called and the last lash cracked across the old woman's back before another pause in which she was given a sip of water from a pottery cup held by a woman briefly allowed on the stage. The whip handler swilled back another flagon of beer and he resumed his position behind the naked woman spread between the posts.When the whipping began again the whip was directed towards the plump buttocks and the flared curve of the woman's hips leaving behind scarlet stripes of what must have been incredible agony.
The lashs overlaid lashes and the skin began to break along the naked sides of the baroness's torso and her nether regions and blood trickled from the wounds. I covered my ears with my hands to block the sounds of the whip cracking against her flesh and her increasingly loud cries of anguish. At the call of "38" the only sound was that of the whip. I saw through my tear filled eyes that the baroness was silent and her body had sagged on the chains and cuffs binding her wrists. Her legs were bent backwards at the knees as far as the ankle ropes would permit and her head had sagged back as though looking at the blue sky though her eyes were closed
The whipping continued and the final two lashes of the first forty were applied while the still body which her poor body would mercifully not have felt until she was revived. While I could not see her back I could see that the whip had created long crimson bars across her hips and belly flesh.
An official of the court and another man who I knew to be a man of the church and a known healer came onto the platfom to examine the baroness. The healer removed a small glass vial from his grey wool cassock and held it up against the woman's nostrils. The grey haired head lolled forward and I heard the baroness cough and then moan in a croaking voice that left no doubt of her defiance and loyalty she said with all the remaining strengths she could muster "Long live King Richard."The court official's face turned a bright red and in a rage he shouted "Very well...twenty more lashes and I want them across the whore's tits and don't spare her cunt"
As the two men left the stage and the baroness once again lifted herself fully erect the man holding he whip moved closer and then around to face the poor woman. I saw fear and horror in her eyes and the huge man lifted the whip. The man counting shouted "41" and the whip was flung forward striking her across both of her breasts. A scarlet stripe appear on the white skin as the leather strap fell away. The shriek that followed was not of this earth. The baroness was defeated and her strong will broke.The guard standing beside me snarled "The whip always wins even with stubborn bitches."
With each stroke of the whip the shapely fecund body struggled desperately against the chains which rattled as her body surged from side to side to escape the lash. Each whip stroke across her mammaries brought a shriek of despair and pain that seemed even to echo from the stone walls of the cathedral. The breasts bounced and swayed povocatively as the whip continued to batter the woman's soft fleshy bags. So erotic were the motions of the naked woman I saw several men release their fully engorged manhood from their trousers and caress it as if making love wih a woman such was the lust the woman aroused as she struggled between the posts.
No woman could endure such torment and agony for long and by the count of "55" she had once again slipped into the blessed escape of unconsiouness. Her once beautiful full unblemished creamy white breasts of which she was so proud had been reduced to crimson striped beaten bags of pain.The nipples were swollen and raw with trickles of blood seeping from them.She could not be revived by the healer and his potion and to show that the judge witnessing the punishment was capable of some semblance of mercy the whipping was paused until the followning market day when the baroness was once again revived and subjected to the whip being applied to her exposed sex by having her suspended upside down between the same posts to receive the final five lashes between her outstreched legs.
The same two men who as assistants of the large man wielding the whip who fastened the naked woman between the posts mounted the stage and released her from the cuffs binding her wrists and the ropes at her ankles and carried her limp body down the stairs and tossed her like a sack of grain into the wooden cart that brought her from Baile Castle. The whip had left her back and buttocks a mass of crisscrossing crimson stripes and which I fear she would not recover from. I wept in sympathy but also for myself when the same two men came for me.
She and incarcerated in York Castle for less that a week where she was interrogated by the High Sheriff. who personally tortured her. He extracted confession from her that she had conspired for your son to escape justice. She was then tried for aiding and abetting treason and sentenced to sixty lashes on St. Crispins Day, October 25, 1485. (Wkipedia)
Further from the autobiography of Lady Agetha Alcorn
I watched helpless with tear filled eyes as the naked woman was taken to stand between the two posts and had her wrists encircled in iron cuffs and exposed to the eyes of hundreds of men women come to witness her unjust chastisment. The chains had been adjusted so that her arms were lifted and held high to either side of the pillars. Ropes attached to iron rings at the base of the posts were then wrapped around her ankles and pulled taut forcing the poor woman to open her legs which exposed the slit which had recently been opened up and disfigured by the infamous "pear of despair" which illicited her confession of treason. The purpose for doing this was not only to humiliate the woman but to prevent her shielding that most sensitive flesh from the whip.
Baroness deLacy was captured and incarcerated in York Castle for less that a week where she was interrogated by the High Sheriff who personally tortured her and extracted a confession that she had conspired for your son to escape justice. She was then tried for aiding and abetting treason and sentenced to sixty lashes.
I was held in a place beside the platform that allowed only a partial view of the proceedings occuring but I did witness the Clerk of the High Court walked onto the stage wearing the velvet robes of office and read the sentence to be carried out. I could not hear everything due to the noise about me but did hear him say "proceed with the punishment, sixty lashes." and then he left the stage.
One may well well ask how were the lashes counted since it could not be expected that the man holding the whip would be able to do so with any accuracy. A jar of dried beans with exactly 60 beans had been counted by a member of the court who brought the jar and an empty jar of the same size up onto the whipping platform. As before each the lash was about to be given he would take one bean from the full jar and place it in the empty jar shouting out the number loudly and the whip stroke would be given. When the jar had but one bean remaining he would shout out the final number and the whip handler would stop the whipping.
A pause in the whipping would occur after every ten strokes and water would be provided to the whip handler but to the person being whipped only after each twenty strokes.
I was in such a position that I could see only a profile of the baroness as the hung between the posts but I could see that even as an older woman she still retained much of your youthful beauty and body for which she was renown among the gentry and commoners. Being a woman of nobility her skin was rarely exposed to the sun as a peasant woman would have been and thus her skin was unwrinkled and flawless being the colour of alabaster in the full light of day. Her heavy breasts now sagged but still were full and firm and save for the purple blemishes from the hot iron placed on them during her torture they were otherwise flawless with thick protruding pink nipples.
Despite having birthed several children her body buttocks and long legs remained shapely and her belly was flat but streaked as expected of such a fertile woman with marks of stretching. The prominent mound above the thick flaps on either side of her sex slit had been burned almost totally free of hair and the pink inner folds of her sex were exposed and swollen as a result of having been subjected to the infamous "Pear of Anguish" during her torture.
Save this, a woman decades younger would have been proud to possess such a body.As I looked at her she turned her silver hair covered head down and and saw her anguished eyes met mine and her lips shaped into a smile. A guard witnessed it also and said " I would na' mind a piece of that for meself." which was a crude way of showing the baroness could still raise lust even in a young man.
The same soldier guarding me told me that the giant man who would be whipping the Baroness was a blacksmith from Stamford Bridge hired by the court because of his strength and his skill in using a whip. He was one of the strongest men in all of Yorkshire and when I looked at him and saw his massive muscled arms I trembled at the thought of what awaited both me and the Baroness de Lacy.I did not have to wait long to witness the terrible effect that a whip would have on the body of a woman.
The brutish man behind the mask approached the very edge of the platform where I was standing and displayed the whip to me. It was a terrifying crudely made instrument. A thick foot long round wooden handle was held in his massive fist and at one end of the shaft and a thick brown leather strap fully a quarter inch thick and perhaps five feet long were fastened to it by heavy twine and brass rivets. I had no doubt that when applied with the force of his arm on the flesh of man or woman it would create incredible pain and suffering.
For a man of his bulk the hooded brute with the whip seemed as agile as a cat as he stepped up towards the woman trussed between the posts and waited for the signal to begin. "One!" shouted the man seated next to the two pots as he placed a bean from one to the other. A brief pause followed and then the punisher made one step forward with his right foot and swung the lash forward fully extending his heavily muscled arm. The leather strap struck the baroness across her upper back. Her body jolted forward and her head lifted as the whip dropped to the boards of the platform and was drawn back. Only a groan escaped her lips as she struggled against the chains and then her body relaxed."Two!" shouted the court official and once again the leather flew and landed with a thud across the bare flesh eliciting once again only a groan of protest through clenched lips.
From where I stood I could see the effect the whip was having on flesh only when the lash followed the contours of her body under her upheld arms and left a trail of reddened skin. By the tenth whip stroke it was clear that The baroness was suffering even though she had made but hardly a whimper.
Her body had begun to sway on the chains binding her wrists and her legs struggled to escape from the ropes on her ankles making it seem that she was trying to perform an erotic dance. Tears rolled down from closed eyes and over her cheeks and beads of sweat formed on her forehead but she would not scream or beg. Such was her stern resolve that I knew I did not possess.The brute paused to be handed a mug of beer which he swilled back and as he wiped the foam from his lips with his forearm he tossed the mug asided and awaited the call of the number eleven.
Refreshed by the beer he applied the lash with renewed force and as the stripes across the bare back and sides of the baroness grew in number she began to whimper more loudly and her head shook from side to side to assuage the growing pain. I closed my eyes and looked away as the whipping continued unceasingly until the number twenty was called and the last lash cracked across the old woman's back before another pause in which she was given a sip of water from a pottery cup held by a woman briefly allowed on the stage. The whip handler swilled back another flagon of beer and he resumed his position behind the naked woman spread between the posts.When the whipping began again the whip was directed towards the plump buttocks and the flared curve of the woman's hips leaving behind scarlet stripes of what must have been incredible agony.
The lashs overlaid lashes and the skin began to break along the naked sides of the baroness's torso and her nether regions and blood trickled from the wounds. I covered my ears with my hands to block the sounds of the whip cracking against her flesh and her increasingly loud cries of anguish. At the call of "38" the only sound was that of the whip. I saw through my tear filled eyes that the baroness was silent and her body had sagged on the chains and cuffs binding her wrists. Her legs were bent backwards at the knees as far as the ankle ropes would permit and her head had sagged back as though looking at the blue sky though her eyes were closed
The whipping continued and the final two lashes of the first forty were applied while the still body which her poor body would mercifully not have felt until she was revived. While I could not see her back I could see that the whip had created long crimson bars across her hips and belly flesh.
An official of the court and another man who I knew to be a man of the church and a known healer came onto the platfom to examine the baroness. The healer removed a small glass vial from his grey wool cassock and held it up against the woman's nostrils. The grey haired head lolled forward and I heard the baroness cough and then moan in a croaking voice that left no doubt of her defiance and loyalty she said with all the remaining strengths she could muster "Long live King Richard."The court official's face turned a bright red and in a rage he shouted "Very well...twenty more lashes and I want them across the whore's tits and don't spare her cunt"
As the two men left the stage and the baroness once again lifted herself fully erect the man holding he whip moved closer and then around to face the poor woman. I saw fear and horror in her eyes and the huge man lifted the whip. The man counting shouted "41" and the whip was flung forward striking her across both of her breasts. A scarlet stripe appear on the white skin as the leather strap fell away. The shriek that followed was not of this earth. The baroness was defeated and her strong will broke.The guard standing beside me snarled "The whip always wins even with stubborn bitches."
With each stroke of the whip the shapely fecund body struggled desperately against the chains which rattled as her body surged from side to side to escape the lash. Each whip stroke across her mammaries brought a shriek of despair and pain that seemed even to echo from the stone walls of the cathedral. The breasts bounced and swayed povocatively as the whip continued to batter the woman's soft fleshy bags. So erotic were the motions of the naked woman I saw several men release their fully engorged manhood from their trousers and caress it as if making love wih a woman such was the lust the woman aroused as she struggled between the posts.
No woman could endure such torment and agony for long and by the count of "55" she had once again slipped into the blessed escape of unconsiouness. Her once beautiful full unblemished creamy white breasts of which she was so proud had been reduced to crimson striped beaten bags of pain.The nipples were swollen and raw with trickles of blood seeping from them.She could not be revived by the healer and his potion and to show that the judge witnessing the punishment was capable of some semblance of mercy the whipping was paused until the followning market day when the baroness was once again revived and subjected to the whip being applied to her exposed sex by having her suspended upside down between the same posts to receive the final five lashes between her outstreched legs.
The same two men who as assistants of the large man wielding the whip who fastened the naked woman between the posts mounted the stage and released her from the cuffs binding her wrists and the ropes at her ankles and carried her limp body down the stairs and tossed her like a sack of grain into the wooden cart that brought her from Baile Castle. The whip had left her back and buttocks a mass of crisscrossing crimson stripes and which I fear she would not recover from. I wept in sympathy but also for myself when the same two men came for me.
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