Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I am putting the case today for the not so much innocence of Poppy but rather for how she has paid her debt to society and how no further action need be taken.
Whilst it may be true that earlier this week Poppy strayed off the path of being boring .. sorry being good for a brief moment, nothing she did was actually that bad. It was a meddling with mischief, a nod towards naughtiness, a mere flirtation with foolery.
It should also be remembered that compared to some people she is a veritable angel, very truthful and worthy of cuddles and long, long kisses.
However our defence rests not on these arguments.
Our defence is so simple and yet so rock solid that any telling off will melt away and any retribution will wither and die like a little flower in the desert. (When it is dry season and there is no rain and stuff. I have not really been to a desert but Las Vegas was very hot and there were no flowers there, well not many. There were some withered flowers. I think there had been a fire. I digress.)
Our defence will be known henceforth as the Chross Defence.
Last Thursday my client realising the error of her ways and being pure and gentle of heart was over whelmed with sorrow and remorse.
She wrote of her distress with complete honesty and included pictures. This little piece of whimsy caught the attention of he who shall be known only as Chross.
Chross devotes his time to the location and appreciation of ladies who have been naughty and in their naughtiness, caught and punished. Chross is a purveyor of this form of retribution, a connoisseur of these delights.
Chross does not choose to focus on ladies who have merely misbehaved, not a bit of it. For him, it is the solving of the naughtiness is key, it is the comeuppance, the end game as it were.
If Chross picks a post then the tale is already told, the punishment is complete for only that would appeal to his tastes.
Poppy’s tale of woe has been told. It was Chrossed and thus it must have told not just a tale of naughtiness but rather a tale of retribution.
The tale is complete. There is no reason for Himself to discuss any
of it any further with her.
I rest my case.
Let us move on to more pleasant matters.
Banana bread anyone? Warm from the oven, best with a little butter and a cup of tea.
Well, I am going to take this court in a very different direction. While admittedly having no information on the details of what happened, or how, or even why, I do have my suspicions and a supposition to lay before the court.
Maybe, rather that focusing on the transgressions of Poppy and whether she has truly atoned, what needs discussing is the leaving of Poppy by Devon and what was then sure to occur. Maybe, Poppy's behaviors were in fact triggered by the man coming, allowing her to enjoy and settle into his presence, and then…he left. I know…it's not his fault, but surely it's not hers either.
Things happen when we women are left alone. If we didn't need our guys, well we wouldn't need them! There have been times when I had to show him how much I needed him when left alone. He left, I reacted, his fault entirely. Every action creates a reaction.
Dev's fault. Case closed.
PS. Poppy, I think that means you get a get out of spanking card, because we have established you paid already, but it was not your fault! Let's ask the judge… not Dev, btw…being a man of high moral standards I am sure he recuses himself.
Sorry, Sara. I'm neither recusive nor reclusive.
Poppy, those are very pretty pictures, and I read your argument very carefully. I'll talk to you in a little while. You know why.
Wow, Sara!
I know who to ask to back me up next time I am in a corner (not a real corner, I am never in a real corner … ish) – gosh but you are good at that!
Devlin, I know you are going to tell me how clever I am. I can't wait.
Poppy,
Your blog is my absolute favorite! Always brings a chuckle!
As for your plea…um…good luck with that.
~Elle
Hi, Elle. Poppy has been otherwise engaged for the past few hours and is now in bed asleep. She would not want you to think her impolite for failing to acknowledge your kind words, however, so I will say thanks on her behalf for now, and she will enlarge upon that tomorrow.
And in case you wondered, she went to bed all sorted out, with a completely clear conscience and no pesky outstanding issues whatsoever.
Poppy, glad you appreciated the defense. I think a girl must keep a legal pad handy! Not much to be done when you have a 'hanging' …er spanking judge, though. They are just too intent on their own agenda and seem to miss the finer points of the argument, no matter how nicely presented. I think I AM very good at this, but alas the skill does me not one bit of good either. I was hoping it would help you, however. Sorry!
Elle, thank you so much! What a kind thing to say and you were right, I needed a bit of luck because my plea was dismissed out of hand.
Sara, he did seem to listen with his black cap already on. Thank you for doing your best, solidarity counts for a lot in this sort of thing.
Dev, could you make it sound as though I … at least a bit … no? Never mind.
Gosh Poppy…sounds like Dev and Jeff are cut from nearly the same bolt of cloth. I can come up with very convincing arguments…to which Jeff always says things to the effect of, "This ought to be good…go ahead and give it a try…", but, regardless of flawless, eloquent and well thought-out delivery, my arguments are eventually tossed right out the window, and I end up with a bright red bottom any way.
I wonder what would happen if one of these gentlemen where to (GASP) be WRONG…and give an UNJUST spanking…I am sure there would be a small sheepish look on their faces for but a short moment…and absolutely no discussion would ensue, as if the supposed wrong-doing had never happened. Retribution? Not bloody likely! (how's my use of the British slang?)
But actually…since our Darling Tops are never wrong , I imagine this issue is moot.
I tease Dev and tell him that he is always wrong but, although I am loathe to admit it, he never really is. It is not so much what I do that is the issue, it is more what I need. He knows what I need and I get it from him, even if he has to be horribly strict.
Just don't tell him I said so.
Your secret is safe with me Dear…mum's the word.
And I know what you mean…they DO know what we need…and the knowledge that they know is a little exasperating at times. Jeff takes good care of me even when we are apart….although not nearly as far as you and Dev.
I am a bit pouty today because Jeff is going to be in California for a week for training for work. Grrrrrr. No fun for me…although, he has promised to call and text often…and will properly sort out any issues when he gets back, if necessary, which knowing what an absolute angel I am, will not be necessary at all.