*This may just be a guide to me when I am ill. I have no idea how widespread this type of being ill is.
When I was little I used to love a book called “The Magic Faraway Tree” by Enid Blyton. This was a beautiful, magical tree in the middle of a forest and at it’s top was a door to other lands. Small adventurers would climb the tree and have an amazing time in new places every chapter. One of these was the Topsy Turvy Land. This was a place where everything was the opposite of what it should be. Pudding was the first part of a meal, the police did the crimes and so on and so forth.
Topsy Turvy land is pretty much where I live when I am ill.
At first I get rushes of energy when I should be resting. I lose the ability to sleep even though sleep is all I need. This leads to me saying sensible and thoughtful things at 2 am in emails. Things I might mean but maybe do not have to express quite so strongly at that unhelpful hour.
From then on in I am an attractive imbalance of stroppy and weepy. I am restless with desire, physical and emotional. I want hard lines and the kind of erotic interlude that involves very little in the way of requests or whispered nothings. I just want to be taken and used (by the one man that can do such a thing.) I dream of being bent over and taken by him, his hand in my hair, his hardness deep in me, with little prelude and no consideration of how I feel.
I long to be restrained.
I am ill I need to be bossed about (not shouted at), told off, spanked and made to be good. I am much easier at this time than normal. I think my defences are with my immune system and both being otherwise engaged I can be brought to submission more quickly and more effectively than normal.
I am constantly on the verge of tears and so desperate to be sorted out that I become a girl that even a starter Top could sort me out.
The only problem is that it is almost impossible for a lovely man to treat an ill girl like that.
Buggeration.
Sorry to hear that you’re ill, Poppy. Sending you healing thoughts and hugs. Hope you get well soon.
Poppy, good morning.
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and warm 
Dear girl, I hope that you feel much better very soon, do you need a
Tops are not monsters, we have a duty of care.
Paul.
Thank you, Mindy. I am certain I will- I am not proper ill. It is just feeling grotty for a few days which is nothing to complain about.
Hi, Paul, but that is the whole point! I want a little bit of a monster.
Poppy, clearly you must submit to being treated tenderly and with a great deal of indulgence. Since this is exactly the opposite of what you want, perhaps you could think of it as a punishment?
There is nothing wrong with weepiness when a girl doesn’t feel well. I believe quite a lot of wonderful writing can be done that way, as you just proved. Feel better soon.
Thank you, Scarlet.
There is no little irony to the fact that when I am well I want to be treated with lots of indulgence and I get none of it then.
Hurumph
This made me smile, especially as I have just had a rather prolonged illness. I did wonder at one point how badly I would have to behave to get into trouble. Not that I was doing it on purpose, I was just getting more and more frustrated with being ill.
I do hope you are feeling better now, Alice. I know you have had a terrible time.
You see, you are the same. We need them to be strict when we feel ill. I think it is that we know we are cared about when they are strict and so when they try to be kind we feel a bit bereft.
We are easy people really.
Hugs to you xx
Poor Poppy,
Hope you’re feeling better. I don’t know what grotty means; but, it sounds awful.
Take care,
Sweetpea
I am starting to feel better, thank you.
Grotty for me today and the last few days was no voice, a high temp, dizziness and extreme tiredness.
Someone mean is making me go to bed now. he is being totally autocratic and unreasonable.
Goodnight
Hi Poppy -
The funny thing is this is my preferred method of dealing with unruly sick girls. I just get this overwhelming desire to bend them over and put a cold thermometer in their pert unsuspecting bottoms just so the shock of the action (not to mention the cold of the glass) catches them by such surprise their only reaction is to be quiet, stay still and ultimately relax.
If this doesn’t work then of course they can be taken by other means.
Enzo, I am sure I should not understand the method in your madness but I kind of do, even though I would, of course, protest a great deal at such treatment.
Thanks for stopping by.