Lisa Spanking Blog

  On my other blog I write of the first time I got spanked after being married. The story does contain a slight description of what I was feeling losing my virginity but no description of the act itself. If you would like to read it I will include a link below. Wedding Memories and Regret 

Finding the Courage to Start My Own Discipline Blog For a long time, I read posts on a Blog called, “Spank Your Wife” here quietly, never thinking I would have the courage to write one myself. I would scroll through story after story, advice after advice, and feel like these articles were speaking to my soul and putting into words things I had only felt in my heart. This website became a place where I didn’t feel strange, wrong, or alone. Instead, I felt understood. Starting my own discipline blog post honestly scared me. Hitting that “submit” button felt bigger than it probably should have. I worried about what people would think, if I sounded silly, or if my experiences even mattered. But the truth is, the courage to write came from being here, reading what Aron wrote, and realizing that every story shared helps someone else feel less alone. Our relationship, our rules, our struggles, and our victories are part of our life, and life is worth writing about. Discipline in marriage isn’...

How is the husband held accountable?  Or should I say, "How is my husband held accountable?" Accountability Isn’t Theoretical — It’s Weekly and Personal After my last post, Linda asked a question that I think many people quietly wonder: "How is the husband held accountable?" Not all people are held accountable but this is how my husband has set it up. I would have never thought of it, but he set it up. And the four families meet for bible study and family get togethers.   It’s easy to say, “He’s accountable to God.” But if that accountability never touches the ground in real life, it can start to sound abstract. I understand that concern. Authority without accountability is dangerous in any setting — Government, Police department, Church, Workplace, or even a Marriage. So I want to share what it actually looks like in our home. My husband meets weekly with four other men for Bible study. These are not surface-level friendships. These are men who know his struggles, ...

 Reflection - Spanked in Front of Him This is the story of the first time my husband ever saw me spanked. I was fifteen and he was eighteen, at the same high school in Washington State, and he had come over to take me to the movies. He was just my boyfriend then—athletic, steady, brown hair always slightly tousled—and I was excited for our date. Daddy had one condition: be home by 10:00 p.m. The problem was the movie wouldn’t end until after ten. Instead of adjusting gracefully, I dug in my heels. I argued. I insisted it wasn’t fair. I let my temper rise in front of both of them. My boyfriend tried to smooth things over, his voice calm and reassuring. “Don’t worry,” he said gently. “We’ll just do something else.” But I wouldn’t let it go. My attitude escalated. Daddy’s patience ran out. In one swift motion, he took my arm, turned me around, and delivered five firm smacks to my bottom over my jeans. It was quick. Final. And mortifying. I ran upstairs in tears and humiliation an...

  The Rule I Wrestle With Most If I’m honest, there is one rule in our marriage that humbles me more than any other. Respect. Of all the structures we’ve built over the years, this is the one I stumble over the most. Not because I don’t value my husband. Not because I don’t love him deeply. But because I am, at times, strong-willed, quick-tongued, and emotionally intense. Sometimes I talk before I think. Sometimes I encounter someone making what I consider a dumb comment, and my restraint evaporates. Sometimes stress presses in so tightly that sharpness slips out sideways. Sometimes fear makes me defensive. Sometimes I deflect because I don’t want to sit in the discomfort of being corrected. And sometimes — this is the hardest part to admit — I don’t even realize I was disrespectful until my husband gently points it out and I’ve had time to calm down and reflect. That one stings. Because I am not proud when I am disrespectful. It doesn’t feel strong. It doesn’t feel empowered. It f...

  When Rules Have Consequences The Loving Structure Behind Them In my last post, I shared an overview of the rules my husband and I have developed over the years in our domestic discipline marriage. Today, I want to gently talk about something that naturally follows rules: consequences. For us, consequences are not about anger, humiliation, or control. They are about accountability. They are about growth. And, most importantly, they are about protecting the peace and safety of our home. Just like our rules, our system of correction evolved slowly. In the beginning, we had to figure out what actually helped me grow rather than what simply made a point. Over time, we realized that different types of missteps require different levels of response. Minor Infractions: Attitude & Follow-Through If I forget a responsibility, drag my feet on a task, or allow a poor attitude to creep in, the consequences are usually corrective but light. These might include: Line writing (writing out a p...