Saturday, 14 November 2009

What's So Important About The Truth, Anyway?

During my role play with my fellow Winterbrook writers last weekend, Sir George told Lucy that she seemed to have a “somewhat fluid relationship with the truth.” Now in all fairness, I think this probably is true of our Miss Middleton. Untruths fly rather easily out of her mouth, albeit unsuccessfully. (“What did you just write?” “Nothing” “Then what's that word on the piece of paper?!” “Um...”)
Untruths also seem to out of Jemima's mouth, in a fairly similar way. She will quite happily barefacedly (is that a word?) deny her actions, even when the evidence of said actions is there for everyone to see.
This is all fine. After all, both Lucy and Jemima are role play characters, they are not real people, they are not me. I don't have a “somewhat fluid relationship with the truth”.

Or so I thought. On Sunday, I was at the delightful Jessica's house. I happened to be sitting in front of their “implement drawer”, which should probably actually be christened “drawer of pain”. Some lovely young lady or other, I forget who, was getting dealt with, when Jessica's HWMBO asked one of us to pass some evil tool of doom from the drawer. At which point I put my foot in front of the drawer and blocked anybody's access to it. All well and good, but when questioned, I immediately denied any ill intent, and claimed that I was merely resting my foot on the table. Which leads me to believe that maybe this ability to lie without a second thought is not just confined to my characters... eek!

At this point I'd like to point out that I'm generally a very truthful person. For anything “real life”, I always tell the truth. It's just in these spanking type situations, my bottom seems to take control of my mouth. There seems to be a direct link from said bottom to said mouth that bypasses my brain when there is any possibility of a spanking. Being kind to myself, I will call it a self preservation instinct. My bottom does everything in its power to avoid a spanking without realising that it might (is always?) be making the situation worse. Needless to say, I did receive a spanking for blocking the drawer and then lying about it. Stupid bottom. So yes, if anyone witness me telling a lie to avoid a spanking, please feel free to beat the tendency out of me! Because at the end of the day, the truth is quite important.


Paul said...

Eliane, it's no big deal, it's just your creativity taking a short cut. WEG
Warm hugs,

EmmaJane said...

LOL, I love how you try to justify it ;)

As for me lying is all too easy, kind of has to be leading this double life but I'll get there in the end!!

Indy said...

I believe the behavior you describe is more accurately called "spank-flirting" than lying.

No comment as to whether or not your brain is involved in this activity...

And silly top, expecting you to meekly hand over an implement of doom!

Master Retep said...

As Indy said, I suspect that your bottom knows what it really wants and has found a way of bypassing your brain such that your brain gets found out and your bottom is duly rewarded. QED.

Graham said...

I find your fluid relationship with the truth to be absolutely hilarious.

Lying does not come naturally to me, and that can get me in just as much trouble. As in, "Are you sorry now?" "Um..."

But like EJ points out, I need to get better at it if I'm gonna keep up with this double life!