However, looking at our Amazon sales I noticed that some unlucky husband is going to find himself on the wrong end of the brush pictured here. What a monster that is. A fifteen inch beechwood handle which will let his wife gain a lot of mechanical advantage. Unlike a cane where the pain is intense but confined, a bathbrush can be just as intense but the pain is spread over a wider area.
Six sharp strokes with a cane and an errant husband will be lifting his legs and having a hard time holding his position. The same strokes with a brush and, unless he is firmly tied, even the toughest husband will be trying to squirm away from his correction.
So, to my soon to be sore compatriot, my strong suggestion is that you hasten to buy your wife a nice whippy cane before her bathbrush arrives in the mail. Maybe she, like the Lady of the House, will like the appearance of welts.
My even stronger suggestion is that you be very, very good and deeply attentive.