Life is terribly unfair.
I find that sometimes I can be living my life being all good, boring and dull and out of nowh
ere there is someone all mean glaring down at me.
I am an innocent girl. Sometimes when he is all over heated I help him to cool down with refreshing ice (applied to the neck and spine where it will cool him down quickly). At other times he may have made a wrong decision and I help him by ignoring his direct instruction not to do something (that being his wrong decision) and do just as I wanted (the right decision.) This is extra good of me because it shows that I am unafraid to take risks when it seems that all that is right
and good is in danger.
The problem is with being as good as I am is that I am often misunderstood.
I know that many girls reading this will suffer the same fate. We do our best to be all sweet and lovely and then a big, strong man that we adore strides over to us and insists on sorting us out for what was a justifiable and often charitable action.
I presume if you are reading here and you are a girl that your man sorts you out in much the same manner as my man sorts me out.
It is terribly undignified and no way to treat one’s girlfriend.
I have found it to be beneficial to be somewhat jesuitical at these times.
Being jesuitical involves coming up with an excellent and logical explanation for your actions.
Let me explain further.
Girl sneaks extra portion of ice cream after being told by grumpy lover that it will only make her feel sick.
Non-jesuitical response to him getting all Toppish and reaching to tip her over his knee.
“No, please don’t! It was only a little bit. I don’t want you to spank me.” To my shame I will admit i have used this response on more than one occasion and it always ends up the same way.
Far better to use a proper jesuitical response.
A jesuitical response is one where you use all your skills and brain power to offer a convincing reason and argument for your actions.
He spies you with ice cream.
You respond, “I can see you noticed this bowl before me and no doubt you have jumped to the false conclusion that I have disobeyed you. In fact the opposite is true.”
Pause now for dramatic effect. The man in my life normally crosses his arms in front of him at this point. I believe this is to hold his chest so that his pride at his girlfriend does not cause his chest to rupture.
“You may have told me that eating ice cream between meals is not good for me and I may not do it. However what you may have been unaware of is the biochemical reaction that is occurring within my body at this very moment.”
Pause. Look meaningful. Continue.
“When you gave me that instruction in the assertive, authoritative tone that you use so well, I became overwhelmed by your manliness. I became struck by your strength not just of will, but of character and I knew that no matter what else I did in my entire life I would not let you down.”
If you can muster up a tear here it would be a great help.
“However, the urge to be the dutiful girlfriend that you require caused my body to surge with adrenaline. This caused all my glycogen to be broken down into glucose and create a rush of energy all through me. That is when it occurred to me!
I realised that all this extra energy is just what I needed to be good all the time. I am eating this convenient source of glucose in order to go and (name three things he would love you to do, if you have one that makes his eyes pop just say that one) . I would like to (name activity) repeatedly and with great vigour. This is not ice cream. It is fuel to make this body do things that are so good you will be so proud of me that you will pop.”
End of jesuitical defence. Rigorous logic applied
No matter how clever I am though and I believe I can be jolly clever when it comes to arguing my point, I always end up in the corner.
Or over his lap.
Or over the sofa.
Life is so unfair.
Poppy, if life were fair, where would the fun be.
Your reason for eating the forbidden icecream was so good, that it would likely earn you an extra spanking and another thirty minutes in the corner.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Paul, that is a Jesuitical Toppish response.
Mmmmmm.
Ice cream.
I agree. Life IS unfair. Haha. Great post!
Thank you, Naomi and hello!
I LOVE LOVE LOVE this post. It makes absolute and perfect sense!! Why can't our silly Tops understand that so much of time when they PERCEIVE that we are being mischievous, we are merely looking for ways to more efficiently serve them. All logical Tops should understand and appreciate that! And yet….hmmmm…no matter how calmly we try to explain it, there seems to be some sort of communication blackage. (Sigh.)
Though it is hard to communicate logically when your face is buried in a pillow and your business end is teetering most ingloriously over a knee or couch arm.
I understand your quandry.
Thank you so much Elle and I have no idea why Tops are so silly, it is a good job they have us to have to help them when they get confused.
Even if they do ignore us and have those silly reactions. Silly billies.
That's quite enough 'silly' from you, Poppy, and that goes for you too, Elle. You girls may giggle and cut up a bit over here, but you do not have carte blanche when it comes to impudence.
Isn't there a law against being told off on your own blit?
No?
Well there should be.
Elle and I were just pondering, just little bits of ponder. Really, we were still very good inside, we just did not want to boast about how good we are.
It's true. Boasting is not only the epitome of impudence, it also tends to get us nowhere. Even when our girlish good intentions are misconstrued as naughtiness, boasting would still be against the nature of truly lily pure girls as Poppy and myself. I'm sure both Devlin and "R" are very aware of this obvious fact.
I'm sure "R" and I both recognize balderdash when we see it, since we see so much of it – 'little bits of ponder' and 'truly lily pure girls,' I don't think so very much!
The last drawing of three naughty girls standing in the corner awaiting corporal punishemnt on their tender bare bottoms is pure humiliation, and most appropriate position before or after a good session with a birchrod, or cane.