Enforced Porky Pigging
- Sweet Tea
- 8 minutes ago
- 2 min read
A few months back, my play partner decided he did not want me wearing clothes below the waist while I’m at home, particularly not while he’s there. He figures it’s not “practical” and that pantless ladies are far easier to spank. Hence a new rule (for me to break as I please) was born: the Enforced Porky Pig.
Why call it Porky Pigging, you ask? If you’ll notice, the creator of this particular Looney Tune elected not to give him pants or anything of the sort. The poor bastard was drawn with only a bowtie, jacket, and occasional hat. It’s a hard-knock life for him, ass out.
Some people refer to this no-bottoms phenomenon as “Donald Ducking” or “Winnie Poohing,” as those toons were similarly denied below-the-waist attire. But it makes far more sense, in my view, for spankos to identify with our oinky, stuttering friend. Porky Pig's bottom is already pink—the cutest of spanko colors—and comes with a curly little tail. Who doesn't love a well-placed accessory? Pigs and humans are also remarkably similar in anatomy, physiology, and genetics, sharing up to 98% of our DNA. Close relatives.
The Enforced Porky Pig is now a feature of playtime. Have my partner around long enough and I find myself pantless, cheeks on display in my very own home where I pay the bills. I frequently protest, reminding him whilst he's in the process of removing items of clothing from my person, that those clothes belong to me and are not his to steal. Yet he persists, proclaiming I can keep them in my possession—just not on my body where they are meant to be worn.
Who on earth does that demanding man think he is?
Luckily, there's this thing we do frequently called "switching" that turns the tables and evens the score. I shall have my continued revenge; he's a Porky Pig too.
The next time you need a dastardly new rule for your spankee, enforce a Porky Pig to take place in your presence. Admittedly, it lends itself well to our purposes.
-T