Lisa Spanking Blog

After a Private Moment of Correction There’s always a certain quiet that follows a private moment of correction between my husband and me. It’s not just the silence in the room, but the emotional stillness that lingers afterward. When we step back into the world—out to dinner, church, or the grocery store—I often carry that sense of humility and tenderness with me. It’s not visible to anyone else, but I can feel it with every careful movement, every reminder of the closeness we shared. Sometimes I catch myself being overly aware of my own body language. When I sit down, I do so gently, easing into the seat without drawing attention, but inside my thoughts race. Can anyone tell? Of course they can’t—but my mind plays tricks, making me think the whole world can see the private lesson written across my expression. There’s a curious mix of embarrassment and pride that comes with that feeling. Embarrassment, because I imagine others might somehow sense my discomfort. Pride, because I know w...

When you become parents, the home changes in ways you could never have imagined. Spaces that once belonged just to the two of you now hum with small voices, toys, and the rhythm of family life. Yet amid all that love and chaos, couples still need their own private connection — those sacred pieces of marriage that remain just between husband and wife. As our children grew, my husband and I quickly learned the art of discretion. We realized that privacy isn’t about secrecy; it’s about protecting something precious. Intimacy, affection, and the rituals that strengthen our marriage aren’t meant for little eyes or curious questions. They belong in the quiet corners of adulthood — the moments that remind us we’re not just parents, but partners. We also learned that everyday life offers plenty of cover for keeping things private. The same household tools that fill drawers and hang in bathrooms can blend quietly into the background. Brushes on the bathroom counter. A belt on hubby’s waist. An ...

In a world that often celebrates independence and self-direction, the idea of following can sound old-fashioned or even weak. But in my heart — and in our home — I’ve discovered something profoundly different: that choosing to follow my husband is not an act of weakness at all. It is one of the greatest honors and strengths I can offer, both to him and to the Lord. My husband cannot lead if I refuse to follow. Leadership and followership are not about superiority or inferiority — they are about harmony. God designed marriage to be a partnership, not a competition. When I resist, when I insist on my own way, I’m not just opposing him — I’m disrupting the balance that allows both of us to flourish. Following my husband doesn’t mean I lose my voice. It means I use my voice to encourage, support, and build him up. It means I trust the man God has placed in my life to lead our family with wisdom and prayer. And that kind of trust takes tremendous strength. It’s not always easy. There are mo...

Before we had children, marriage felt wonderfully simple. We could talk, laugh, and be as close as we wanted at any hour of the day without interruption. We didn’t have to plan or whisper, and there was a sweet freedom in knowing that our home was just ours — quiet, private, and peaceful. This included when I needed correction. If hubby felt I needed correction, the lecture and bottom warming would happen right away.  But as soon as our first little one began walking, everything changed. Suddenly, our home was full of tiny footsteps, curious eyes, and surprise visits when we least expected them. We had to learn how to balance being affectionate and handling my misbehaviors with being appropriate and private. It wasn’t easy at first — we both missed the ease of our early years, but we knew this new season required wisdom and care. For a while, we had to get creative. After the kids were in bed, the lectures and discipline would take place during evening walks on our property, in the...

When I look back on our wedding day, one of the most tender and meaningful moments was when my father walked me down the aisle. It wasn’t just a lovely tradition — it was a sacred act of love and trust. My father had spent my whole life guiding, protecting, and preparing me. When he placed my hand into my husband’s, it symbolized not a loss, but a beautiful transfer of care — a moment where he entrusted my heart to another man who would now take the lead in loving and guiding me. Our ceremony was filled with light, joy, and deep reverence. As I looked up at my groom — so handsome, strong, and steady — I felt complete peace. This was a man who loved God, who led with gentleness and conviction, and who desired to build a home grounded in faith and mutual respect. My father saw those qualities in him too, which made that symbolic hand-off even more powerful. It wasn’t about giving away ownership; it was about continuing the circle of love and protection that God designed for marriage. In ...

Some of you have noticed that I often write about discipline, growth, and accountability in marriage. These are deeply personal themes for me — ones that have shaped my journey as a wife, mother, and woman of faith. Over the years, I’ve learned that being open about the way we find balance and strength in our relationships can encourage others who are on their own unique paths. This blog will continue to focus on reflections — the “why” behind what we do. It’s a space for heart and spirit, for lessons learned and the peace that comes from order and trust. I also keep another journal called “ Lisa’s Spanking Journa l ” , where I write in a more personal and detailed account of what happens. That space is more private — it’s where I record the detailed side of things, the moments of growth and discipline that are too intimate for this public space.   This will require you to "Sign in" and acknowledge that there is " Sensitive Content Warning ." (seen below) If you’...