Lisa Spanking Blog

 Why Our Rules Matter — and How They Shaped Me When people first hear that my husband and I practice domestic discipline, they often imagine something rigid, harsh, or controlling. What they don’t see is the slow, thoughtful process through which our rules were born — and how deeply they have shaped me for the better. Our rules didn’t arrive all at once. In the early years of our marriage, we were simply two strong-willed people trying to love each other well while juggling careers, children, faith, and the stresses of daily life. We argued more than I care to admit. Well I argued and he would calmly take it. I could be reactive, overwhelmed, or stubborn. He could be quiet, carrying burdens silently. We loved each other fiercely — but love alone wasn’t enough to keep us steady. Over time, we began to notice patterns. We saw that certain behaviors — like shutting down emotionally, speaking sharply in frustration, or rushing through life without care — created distance between us. Ot...

 Balancing Modern Life With Traditional Discipline Balancing a traditional marriage structure in the middle of modern life has been one of the most surprising parts of our journey. Our world is fast, noisy, demanding, and constantly shifting. Jobs, responsibilities, kids’ schedules, and the stresses of daily life leave very little room for anything that isn’t intentional. So when we committed to living out leadership, accountability, and clear roles, we quickly learned that these things had to be woven into real life—not placed above it. And as strange as it may sound, it was the structure we chose that helped us navigate the chaos, not the other way around. Those first six years of our marriage were especially stretching. His Navy career took him through three deployments, and each one required me to step up in ways I never expected I’d have to. I had to keep the house running, manage everything alone, stay emotionally grounded, and carry burdens I normally shared with him. At the...

 Facing My Own Triggers With Honesty Instead of Defensiveness For a long time, I didn’t recognize my reactions as triggers—I thought they were just parts of my personality. Irritation, sharp words, withdrawal, or sudden tears felt automatic, almost justified. I believed I was simply responding to circumstances. But as our marriage grew deeper and more intentional, I began to see that many of my reactions weren’t about the present moment at all. They were echoes of old fears, habits, and insecurities I hadn’t fully acknowledged. Before learning to face my triggers honestly, my first response was almost always defensiveness. If my husband pointed something out, I felt the urge to explain myself, justify my behavior, or redirect the conversation. I wasn’t trying to be difficult—I was trying to protect myself. Somewhere deep down, correction felt like accusation, and vulnerability felt risky. Defensiveness became my shield, even though it quietly created distance between us. Domestic d...

Thanking Him After It happened again last night. Not a big thing. A silly thing, really. I forgot to pay the Water Bill. A simple mistake in the whirlwind of work and life, but one he’d specifically asked me to handle. When he found the reminder notice, unopened on the counter, his face didn’t even change. He just got very quiet. That’s how I know. “We’ll talk after dinner, Lisa,” was all he said. And we did. It’s not the spanking itself I want to write about today. The sting, the heat, the submission—those are private, between us. What I feel compelled to explain, maybe more for myself than for anyone reading, is what comes after. The responsibility. The structure of it. Because in our marriage, discipline isn't an end. It’s a transition. A closing of one chapter and the deliberate, tender opening of another. The rule is clear: after a punishment, I thank him. It sounds strange, typed out like that. But it’s a cornerstone for us. The act of thanking him, specifically with my mouth...

 Home Again Hubby has been gone since Friday, and the house has felt a little off without him in it. He and our son set out on a long drive back to college, starting his second semester of junior year. What could have been just a practical trip turned into days of windshield conversations, shared meals on the road, and that special kind of bonding that seems to happen when it’s just the two of them and miles stretching out ahead. They didn’t just drop him off and rush back either. They hauled things out of his storage unit, carried boxes up flights of stairs, and carefully set up his dorm room so it felt like a home again. I love knowing that our son had that time with his dad, that steady presence as he stepped back into this season of independence. Hubby flew in today, and one of his friends picked him up and dropped him at the house. Sometime before I even left work, my phone buzzed. His message was simple, confident, and unmistakably him: he told me he desired me when I came ho...

 The Role of Aftercare in Our Marriage When people hear about accountability or discipline in marriage, they often imagine the correction itself as the defining moment. What they don’t see—and what has mattered most to me—is what comes after. Aftercare is not an optional add-on in our marriage; it is the bridge that turns correction into connection. Without it, discipline would feel incomplete. With it, accountability becomes one of the safest and most intimate parts of our relationship. Early on, I didn’t realize how deeply I needed reassurance after moments of correction. Even when discipline was calm and loving, my heart would feel tender afterward. Not because I was hurt, but because vulnerability has a way of opening old insecurities. Aftercare became the place where those feelings were met instead of ignored. It was where my husband reminded me, through words and presence, that correction never changes how he feels about me. For us, aftercare is about intentional reconnection...