Posted at 23:47 on 30 Dec 2011 by Pandora / Blake
Unlike previous years, this Christmas saw me doing the family thing in a big way. I'd been hermitting so much in the run-up to my site launch that I'd barely left the flat. I haven't talked to my parents about my new baby business yet (although I want to soon, if I can muster up the courage) and after not seeing much of my family for ages, I was looking forward to some time with them. We spent Christmas day with D's sprawling, extended family, most of whom I hadn't met before, and then drove to my parents' on Boxing Day for a couple of days with them, my siblings and close family friends.
So I didn't really get any space to breathe: site launch on the 23rd, frantically baking, doing long overdue housework and wrapping presents on the 24th while diving online every few minutes to check my email, Twitter and CCBill account, then heading out on the 25th on hardly any sleep. It was a hardcore context shift, and I was convinced that I was going to slip up in a moment of tiredness or drunken distraction and accidentally let slip what's been going on with me for the last six months. I'm close to my parents and hate lying to them, which makes answering the "so how's work going?" questions an endless mess of half-truths and vagueness.
To my enduring relief, I managed to get away with it, and didn't say anything I shouldn't.
That's not all I got away with, either. Spanking, unfortunately, is far too loud a hobby to indulge while staying in family guestrooms. But I did get up to a certain amount of naughtiness. Such as:
- Having cleverly forgotten my laptop charger, sneakily use a borrowed computer to post the Boxing Day update on my site. Yes, I cleared my cache.
- The next day, borrow my sister's laptop (she at least knew what I was using it for) to write and send an overdue newsletter to my mailing list. Hiding behind a laptop screen typing porntastic spanking copy while your family comes in and out of the room is a surreal, terrifying experience which I have no desire to repeat.
- Late at night, tipsily seduce D into some hush-hush sexytimes in my parents guest bedroom. He ordered me off the bed to stand with my hands against the wall, and to stay absolutely silent. How I wish he could have spanked me... but what he did instead made it almost as hard to keep quiet. I managed it, though. Just.
I love my family, but it's good to be home. I can't wait to release all the pent up tension of the last few weeks with a solid play session in which we can both make as much noise as we like.