In a recent review of a new car, the journalist expresses his bafflement with the position of the button for the seat-heater:

…the idea of placing seat-heater controls where little fingers can turn them on over and over again as a hilarious joke to see Mummy getting a hot bottom smacks of sadism. Or is that the point…

Yes, I wonder.

Though actually, I’ve always found heated seats really nice for a freshly smacked bottom. I know you’re *supposed* to want to sit on ice, but having my bottom and thighs warmed gently and gradually takes the edge off the sharper sort of pain.

Leaning against the radiator accomplishes the same thing, but I get spanked for that.