Lisa Spanking Blog

  Morning Habits That Help Me Stay Respectful Respect doesn't just happen. At least it doesn't for me. It is something I have to intentionally choose every single day. I want to be respectful to my husband, my children, my coworkers, the drivers sharing the freeway with me, my students, the cashier at the grocery store, the stranger who holds the door open, and every person whose path crosses mine. Most importantly, I want to be respectful to God. I've often thought that if every person is one of His children, then showing respect to others is one small way I show respect to Him. The way I speak, the way I respond, and even the patience I extend are reflections of my faith. And there is one more person I try to respect. Myself. I've learned that respecting myself means taking care of my body, my mind, and my spirit so I can better serve everyone else. That starts before the sun comes up. I have always believed the old saying, "Early to bed, early to rise makes a pe...

  Replying in Anonymous Mode One of the greatest blessings of writing this blog has been hearing from so many of you. Every comment, every email, and every story reminds me that I'm not walking this path alone. Even though many of us keep this part of our lives private, we've found a little community where we can encourage one another. I completely understand the need for privacy. Many of us have careers, families, church communities, and friends who would never understand our lifestyle. Sharing even a small piece of your experience can feel risky. That's why I want to encourage anyone who writes to me to consider signing your messages with a nickname or pseudonym. It doesn't have to be your real name. It can be anything you like. Maybe it's something meaningful to you or just something fun that makes you smile. The important thing is that it gives us both a way to recognize each other over time. When I see a message from "Professional Woman," I remember p...

When you all post on my blog I do not know your email address. I keep it that way so that you don't have to worry about your ID being known.  I know some would rather contact me through email. so here is my email address  lisa1982jack50n@gmail.com  

  Different Perspectives One of the biggest differences between my husband and me has nothing to do with our personalities, our hobbies, or even how we approach parenting. It has to do with this lifestyle. I write this blog because I need to talk about it. I need to talk about being spanked. I need to talk about domestic discipline. I need to talk about the things that have become such an important part of my marriage and my personal growth. My husband is the exact opposite. He is quiet and reserved. He is careful. Calculated. He thinks through consequences before making decisions. While I process things by talking and writing, he processes things by keeping them private. And honestly, I understand why. If our lifestyle became public knowledge, it could affect our lives in ways most people don't realize. It could affect our jobs. It could affect our standing in our church. Friends could distance themselves from us. Family members could misunderstand us. People could make assumption...

  Handling Bad Attitudes Quickly There are moments when a bad attitude needs to be handled right then, not saved up until Friday night. Real life doesn’t stop because we practice domestic discipline. Kids are around. We’re out in public. Responsibilities still exist. Waiting days to address tension or disrespect usually just makes things worse for both of us. The first thing we do is determine the cause. Most attitude problems are not really about the thing I’m upset about in the moment. Usually, there is something underneath it all. Stress. Lack of sleep. Hormones. Hunger. Overstimulation. Work frustration. Emotional overload. Sometimes I don’t even realize how close I am to the edge until my tone changes and I start acting snappy or defensive. That is when he quietly asks me, “What’s wrong, baby?” I cannot explain how much that simple question helps. He is not immediately angry. He is not trying to embarrass me. He is trying to figure out what is really happening with me emotiona...

  Learning Respect If you had known me twenty years ago, “respectful” probably would not have been the first word you used to describe me. I was emotional, stubborn, defensive, and honestly pretty self-centered at times. I interrupted, complained, rolled my eyes, and always felt the need to prove my point. I thought being loud meant being strong. I thought fighting for the last word meant winning. Maturity changed some of that naturally. Life has a way of sanding down your rough edges. As I grew older, I started realizing that respect is not weakness. It is strength under control. It is choosing peace over pride. It is understanding that not every disagreement has to become a battle. But maturity is only part of the reason I became respectful. A huge part of it came from my husband’s guidance over the years. He did not simply expect respect from me without teaching me what it meant. Sometimes that guidance came through long talks and lectures that honestly stayed with me for years ...