Happy Spanksgiving!

Sweet Tea
1 day ago
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*A 1793 print by Isaac Cruikshank, courtesy of the British Museum*

Every time we kinksters mention “Spanksgiving,” I imagine a voluptuous spankee crawling inside a hollowed-out turkey to play the role of STUFFING, leaving their big bare bottom sticking out the back for holiday revelers to pinken as they eat.

But that is… perhaps… just my pervy interpretation. 🦃 👀

In truth, this fine day is all about gratitude. We’re urged to reflect on what makes us feel spankful—thankful for the marvelous things about our fetish that bring us joy. Here are some things I am spankful for this year:

I am spankful for YOU, dear reader!

We lovely spankos have endless options for how to spend our time and here you are, gobble-gobbling up my words, vibing at this bloggy with lil’ ol’ me. It’s a glorious privilege to connect with you all through the interwebs for the sake of shits and/or giggles. I shall never take this for granted. Thank you for being here!

I am spankful for the freedom to express this fetish.

Had I been born in Salem, Massachusetts in 1692, I would likely have been burned at the stake for drawing pink bare bottoms and writing about them ever so fondly. “She’s a witch!” The demons who run the patriarchy haven’t traditionally allowed us kinky ladies to express our sexuality so openly. Spankfully, they can’t stop me here in this godless gem of a state we call California. I will sing the praises of spanking to my heart’s content!

I am spankful for our community.

How would we fetishists cope without the ability to share our joys and sorrows in the spanko scene? How could we truly get to know ourselves without frequent opportunities to see this fetish reflected in the minds of our peers? How would we find great people to play with if we didn’t have the guts to come together and proudly proclaim our love of naughty shenanigans?! Spank goodness for our global spanko posse!

I am spankful for other spanko creators.

During every spanking session, I’m delighted to use my paddles and canes, knowing they were handcrafted with love by someone who finds bottom-warming as special as I do. I’m also tickled pink to see how other spanko artists capture our love of toasty buns. The writers! The porny performers! The poets who soliloquize at length about our passions! I hope they never stop.

Last but not least, I am spankful for my play partner.

For the past year, I’ve been having switchy fun with a spanko dude who lives nearby. Never in all my days have I had such a chill, down-to-earth partner to get silly with. He listens and supports me with empathy. He gets creative and inspires me to do the same. He’s always down for a spanko adventure. We can talk about anything… even embarrassing things like buttholes. 😳 In a world full of creeps with gargantuan egos, I’ve encountered a bro with a heart of gold who truly knows how to treat a lady. I guess they DO exist!