Acceptance, and Other Exciting Things Found at the Sexual Health Expo
A petite, braided woman is bent over in front of me, presenting her rump, and dozens of strangers are watching us. Koko, my instructor, who wears a black cheerleading outfit with the word “Daddy” across the chest, motions to me to spank the woman harder. I bend my knees and start making a waving motion, striking her with just my fingers, first with both hands and then with one hand at a time, until I end the session by softly massaging the strike zone. The crowd cheers.
Koko notes to the audience that my initial spanking awkwardness had melted away—I imagine I looked like a kid in front of a drum set for the first time until, after a while, I got the hang of it. I am not the first person to dish out some spanks at this place, nor will I be the last. Welcome to the Sexual Health Expo.