I found this photo at some point of someone that had made a bench similar to the Lupus model. From a design standpoint, I would think the most critical piece compared to a stool are the long supports which keep the person secured over it from being able to rock it forward or backward. I thought I remembered reading something specific about the Lupus model but can't find it now.
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Interestingly, if you do a google image search with this it suggests saddle stands and shows a number of photos. They also tend to be heavy wooden structures with slats, but curved up instead of down. It's possible someone saw that or had been using one and said build me one with it down instead of up so someone can't roll out / off.
I thought your story snippet was great. I kind of like the theme of someone who is perhaps slightly new to administering discipline and takes advice from someone else who tells them what to do and how to do it, much to the dismay of the first time spankee.
Your story kind of reminded me of a snippet from Surprising Changes in the Stance Household by SFG, from CF Publications. Alice is convinced by a friend to start spanking, but the friend tells her that she didn't do it quite right, and that she may need some sort of device. She researches designs online and convinces a neighbor to help build a spanking bench for her. At the same time she purchases a tawse. It's only a matter of time before both see their first use.
The punishment bench, with the lochgelly strap hanging on a peg on one side, waited in that anteroom for only a week or so before it their first use was required.
Soon she was right in front of the table. Her flat belly pushed against the soft pad that Mr. Whitter had attached to the table. A worried look came over her face as Hannah realized just how high the table was. She knew immediately that she would not be able to simply lean over the table, as she had anticipated. She would have to lift up—six inches perhaps—and then flop face down over the 'persuader' table. Hannah, perhaps understandably, hesitated, unsure just what to do. Her mother provided the obvious, if unwanted answer.
"Up and over you go, Hannah," she quietly ordered as Mrs. Stance reached for the strap and removed it from its peg on the side of the table. As if in a daze, pretty Hannah climbed up and pulled herself up, her feet no longer on the floor, over the spanking table. She continued her ascent and then pulled herself face down over the table as directed. Her feet delightfully dangled over one end.
"Hannah," her mother said sharply, "you will remain perfectly still as I put the restraining straps in place. Do you understand?"
"Yes, mother," came the resigned response from the frightened young lass.
Suddenly realizing how useless it was to both hold the lochgelly strap and use both hands, as would be required to fasten the buckles of the straps, Mrs. Stance approached and put the strap on the small of Hannah's back. The girl jumped at the touch of the thing on her bare skin. It was much heavier than she had imagined. Nonetheless, her mother's hands were now free to belt her daughter down. She chose the waist strap first reaching over to grasp the part dangling at the far side of the table and pulled it over and pulled the other end through the buckle. Pulling it through and tight she then fastened the buckle. Hannah began to moan softly. Next Hannah's mother had the girl place her hands on the little rests Mr. Whitter had thoughtfully and conveniently built in the front of the table and then one after the other used the short straps attached on either side to secure Hannah's wrists to the legs on both sides on the front of the table. Already the effect was most satisfactory, thought Mrs. Stance. Then she walked behind Hannah and readied herself to complete the final steps to properly securing her daughter to the punishment bench.
"Hannah, I want you to pull your right leg out and place your foot on the little step Mr. Whitter built on the right leg of the table. No, you have to spread your legs more than that to do what I ask," her mother instructed. "A bit more, dear. Yes, put your foot right on the step, that's good." And with that, Mrs. Stance first pulled the thick leather straps around her knees and buckled them together very tightly. Next she did the same to the straps lower down at Hannah's ankles. Only two more straps had to be fastened before Hannah's punishment could begin and Hannah was now clearly distressed.
"No, no, no," the girl quietly pleaded but again her mother instructed her daughter to pull her left leg out, out and again put her foot on the little step protruding from the left leg of the table. As Mrs. Stance fastened the final two sets of straps, Hannah was mortified to realize just how spread her legs were and how vulnerable she appeared.
