Mica's Beheading
[diaper]

Mica heard the heavy metal key turn in the lock,and then heard footsteps down the passageway that led to her cell.Her heart began to pound and she felt her palms dampen.She knew whose footsteps she heard.Her hand flew to her throat,and she sat down on the edge of her bed.Her fears were realized a moment later.A hand reached down with a key to open her cell door..He,whom she so feared,wore a large,black leather hood that draped on his shoulders over his long-sleeved white shirt,cufflinked at the wrists.A large white linen handkerchief,adorned with a wide,black lace border spilled gently from his upper shirt-front. He looked at her without speaking. She looked back,then asked, "Are you the Lord High Executioner,come to do justice"? He nodded,and said quietly,but authoritatively,"Yes,madame,l am come to cut off thy head from thy body under the auspices of just law.I shall first ready you,then take you to the scaffold to sever your head before all those present ". Mica asked how many would be there to see it done.The executioner told her that usually there were a dozen or more men,and and a dozen and a half to two dozen women. "Perhaps thirty-thirty-five will see your head chopped off before them.
Mica was dressed in a long black,ankle-length skirt,and wore an elegant white shirt with enlarged,poofy sleeves,and wide lace cuffs.All the buttons were in place to the top,crowned by a high collar.The executioner took a step toward her and held her shoulders,now trembling noticeably."Mica,fear thee not for l have only just now sharpened the axe well,that it may cleave thy flesh with good and swift mercy.You will mount the eight steps of the scaffold,be brought to the block that shall hold thy neck whilst l raise the axe.Thy face shall be covered and then thy head lopped cleanly off a moment later.Thou shalt suffer little.Thou knowest that l must then pluck from the basket thy bleeding head,and display it to all present''. Mica nodded,starting to cry quietly,but the executioner turned her by the shoulders quickly and bound her hands behind her with two leather straps,then bade her sit.
He took shears and cut off almost all her hair,leaving only a large tuft on top by which to seize her severed head.He created a single,braided portion,explaining that her head would hang by it's hair for several days before burial.The floor of the cell was soon covered with clumps of long blonde-brown hair.He then took a large burgundy mob cap with a wide,lace ruffle and put it on her head,arranging it evenly,then pushed her back on the bed and snapped his fingers twice.His assistant,a woman in her early forties,entered the cell and approached Mica with a heavy diaper."Many women and men need a good diaper at the end.It is well known that Catherine Howard urinated all over the public scaffold a moment before her neck was laid upon the block.Raise up thy buttocks and receive the diaper.Thee will be glad when thee kneelest at the block''.Mica,somewhat red-faced at being diapered,complied and was soon bound snugly in the tight diaper,and her skirt again raised to her waist.The assistant left the cell when she had finished.The executioner brought her to her feet.He asked if she had anything to ask or say before she was brought to the scaffold.Mica was as pale as paste.She asked the executioner to untie her hands to allow her to get a fresh handkerchief from her drawer."I need to blow my nose desperately,and l don't want them to see my nose dripping when my head is held up",she pleaded. "Oh,my poor dear'',said the executioner,mildly distressed at her plight,"I am happy to get a handkerchief for you.You had only to ask".He walked to the drawer and pulled it open,then selected a large white lace handkerchief,and placed it in her bound hands to hold. He snatched his personal handkerchief from his shirt front and put it to Mica nose for her to blow."I assure thee it is clean,and properly perfumed". Mica nodded and blew her nose well,then he cleaned each nostril carefully,and tuck his handkerchief,now soiled,back into his shirtfront.She could still smell his perfume in her nose.
''It is time,Mica",he said ominously ''Come with me".He smiled and squeezed her trembling shoulders,then urged her forward to exit the cell.He turned her to the right and then opened the door at the end of the passageway.After a few steps,Mica uttered,''Oh my dear merciful Jesus",as she saw the scaffold grow nearer,and saw the assistant veiled and kerchiefed at the top of the stairs,arms folded across her chest.The crowd was as the executioner predicted,and enthusiastic.The buzz of chatter quickly died down as Mica mounted the dreaded scaffold.She was now truly fearful as the terrible moment of judgement came closer yet.The assistant seized her at the top step and she and the executioner brought her straight to the block.She was put kneeling at the high Tudor block,a strap placed around her legs above her knees and her feet spread far apart and tied off so that she would remain kneeling after her head had been severed.''oh God'',she cried as the executioner bent to her ear,and whispered,''You are just fine sweet Mica .In only a moment or two,it will be over''.She saw the assistant place the basket upright to receive the horrible fruit of execution.The executioner unbuttoned the top several buttons of her blouse and then slowly drew the top down to bare her soft,white neck,and her upper shoulders and back,and three-quarters of her breasts.Mica wet herself and her sphincter went completely relaxed.Her diaper filled in only a moment and,the back of her long skirt bulged.She heard the executioner's voice say gently,''lt's alright to soil thy diaper dear Mica--only you and l will ever know,my sweet.She felt the executioner's powerful hands take her shoulders and press her forward to lay her soft,pulsing throat upon the block.The assistant covered Mica's face with a large,black,lace-bordered handkerchief,,and brought the back of the mob cap up to her hairline to keep her neck entirely bare for the axe..She saw nothing more.There was the sound of the axe,concealed beneath the straw,being scraped on the oaken floor of the scaffold as the Lord High Executioner drew it forth.Mica shuddered at the sound,then heard the crowd go quiet,then a brief rustle of the executioner's clothing.A moment later she heard the sound of the axe,raised high,then brought down,the executioner grunting from the effort.The flesh of her neck was cleaved in two,severing Mica's head from her shoulders.She tried to cry out but couldn't.There was a feeling of ice coldness on the back of her neck,then she couldn't feel any of her body,but felt a thump against the top of her head,Just a few seconds later,and a cheer rose from the onlookers,accompanied by shrieks and squeals from many of the women.There was a tugging on her scalp as her head was held up high in the executioner's hand,arm extended,the blood-drenched mob cap having fallen off as he lifted her head to be shown.Her black lacy blindfold was snatched off and Mica's eyes,fading very slowly,beheld the men and women in the crowd,and her ears heard the squeals and cheers.Her lips tried to move to speak.She was fully aware that justice had been done.The stump was stinging badly as all went black.