Bound to a whipping post, the serf's bare ass waits for the lash. The lord, resplendent in his finery, raises his arm, the cane cutting through the air with a whistle before landing with a sharp crack on the serf's unprotected flesh. She yelps, her body tensing, but the lord is unmoved. He continues, methodically, each strike painting a red, angry line across her quivering cheeks, her cries of pain music to his ears.