Medieval Dungeon Party Part 1: Punishment for a Sinful Wench …

If the life of a man was so cheap, what was the punishment forattacking women?

Medieval Torture and Punishment - Medieval Life and …

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- Read the introduction to medieval torture before heading to the torture instruments.

- The Judas Cradle is a very painful torture.

His severe punishment shows the concern ofthe city government for at least the respectible young women of the city(Hanawalt, 122).

Medieval Dungeon Party - Punishment for a Sinful Wench

Consequently, Medievalwomen appear justified in dabbling in the "womanly arts (Labarge, 35)," notonly to save or preserve their existing families, but also to exert somekind of control over their bodies and over their lives as a whole.

Medieval writers placed greater emphasis upon the first two patters, but at various times prior to the Reformation, and in many segments of Christian society since then, all three approaches and the consequences deduced from them have been held and taught in variouscombinations."

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The great day arrived. Don and I put on our gear. I decided to loosen the drawer string round the neckline of the chemise so I could wear it off the shoulders. The bodice was stiff and tight and it seemed to want to push my tits out of the top of the chemise. I hoped that it wasn’t going to be too uncomfortable after wearing it for a few hours. By the time we arrived there was already a throng of lords and ladies, squires, courtesans, abbots and nuns, millers and assorted country folk milling around in Bill and Esme’s cellar. The Medieval Society folk seemed very interested in the various instruments of torture that were set out for their enjoyment, but none were actually trying anything on for size. It was then I heard Bill call out, “Come on Jenny, let’s get the party started.”

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Only one thing was missing – the bodice. More trawling through the Net turned up a local company that could supply stiffened and boned lace-up bodices of the type wore by women in the 16th Century. I also got a velvet mob cap from the same company. Don decided that wearing a snood to cover my hair – a fashion that was all the rage in Medieval times - was not for me, nor were the long woollen stockings (anyway it was the height of summer and also we reckoned that a poor peasant girl probably would not be able to afford stockings). As for shoes, I had a pair of black ballet shoes that looked a bit like the flatties with laces that tied round the ankles that the girls in the pictures on the Net were wearing, so they would have to do.

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But over the next couple of weeks it took on a far more sinister appearance when the menfolk had finished constructing their instruments of torture. In addition to the rings and the St. Andrew’s Cross that were had been attached to the walls for some time, plus the assortment of iron shackles and heavy chains we had already accumulated, the cellar now sported a pillory, stocks, a whipping post and an evil looking rack. One of the students from the Uni came up with an authentic looking cravat. By the time the event took place Bill and Esme’s cellar had been transformed into a very medieval looking dungeon.

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We were always looking for new ideas for our theme nights so we thought it was a great idea when Bill and Esme said that they were members of the local University Medieval Society and we should invite some of them to join us for Medieval Dungeon Party. The general idea was that everyone should come dressed in the style of the 15th or 16th Centuries – but no swords or suits of armour (the Uni MedSoc just loved clanging about in fields re-enacting tournaments, jousts and battles). It was a great idea except for one thing - we had no medieval dungeon equipment. The flickering light of some strategically placed candles would give a dungeon-like atmosphere to our usual meeting place in the cellar of Bill and Esme’s rambling old house on the edge of town.