A short while ago our reader (who may name himself in the comments if he wants to) has offered to build us a whipping bench. You just don’t say no to such an offer, even if ultimately it’s going to bring much pain and sorrow.

The bench has arrived recently, and it’s a rather brilliant, if evil, piece of equipment.

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The most awesome thing about it is that it’s made to measure to fit me. Obviously, others can go over it – and will, I’m sure! – but it’s built to accommodate the lines of my body. That just rocks: comfort is very important when you’re in pain, you see.

Also, you can store it in bits when natural disasters (like parents) descend, and then easily put it together again.

The only downside is that having the bench naturally promotes whippings, and I’m just not sure it’s a good thing. *rubs bottom in contemplation*