Lisa Spanking Blog

A Quick Note: The Blogs Are Safe I just wanted to give everyone a quick update because I know some of you have been worried about me and about what is going to happen to my blogs. The blogs are safe. My bottom is pale for now, too. Hubby told me that he needs some time to process everything he just learned. He needs time to think, to sort through his feelings, and to decide what is going to happen next. I understand that, and I want to give him the time and space he needs. I still feel horrible about everything. I have so many emotions swirling around inside me, and I know I have a lot of work to do to make things right. But through all of this, one thing keeps coming back to me: I have the most amazing husband. Even when I disappoint him, even when I make mistakes, and even when things are difficult, I know how much he loves me and how much he cares about our marriage. I will write up everything that happened and share more with you all when I am ready. There is one thing he said that...

  It's Time to Tell Him There is a conversation coming up that I have been putting off for a very long time. I am writing this before I do it because of two things.  I want you to know before this blog gets shut down if that is what he wants.  It also forces my hand to tell him. So I do not chicken out.  I have decided that I need to tell my husband about my blogs. If you've followed me for any length of time, you know that I have always tried to honor my husband. I've also admitted that my blogs have been the one secret I've kept from him. I have struggled with that for a long time. I justified it by telling myself that I needed an outlet. I needed to write. I needed to connect with others who understood this lifestyle. But a recent event made me realize that my secret isn't affecting only me anymore. A few days ago, I made a mistake. I forgot to tag one of my blog posts with a warning that it contained sexual content. One of my readers read it before realizing wha...

  Why Was I Always Interested in Spanking? This is one of those questions I have asked myself for as long as I can remember. Why spanking? Why did it capture my attention long before I was old enough to understand relationships, marriage, or any of the things I write about today? I know for me it was never about sexuality. In fact, I was quite young when I first became interested in the subject. I can remember being a little girl and making up stories with my dolls. Somehow those stories often involved one doll correcting another. It was almost always the boy doll correcting the girl doll. I couldn't have explained why at the time. It was simply something that interested me. As I grew older, I found myself drawn to stories that included spanking scenes. Whenever I came across one in a book, it grabbed my attention. I remember reading novels like Ragtime and Huckleberry Finn and paying special attention whenever the subject came up. I even remember looking up the word "spanking...

  Ask Me Anything... I'd Love to Hear From You! One of my favorite parts of writing this blog isn't actually the writing—it's reading your comments afterward. Over the years I've been amazed by the thoughtful questions, personal stories, and encouraging conversations that have grown out of these posts. Some of you have been with me for years, while others have just recently stumbled across my little corner of the internet. No matter how long you've been here, I truly appreciate every one of you. Today I thought it would be fun to do something a little different. Let's have a Question & Answer post! If you've ever wanted to ask me something but weren't sure if it was appropriate, this is your invitation. No, I don't claim to have all the answers. I'm simply sharing what has worked for my husband and me over the years. Sometimes my answer may come from personal experience, sometimes from lessons we've learned the hard way, and sometimes I m...

  The Red, White, and Blue of Marriage Happy Fourth of July! As I sit here thinking about Independence Day, I'm reminded of all the red, white, and blue that surrounds us this time of year. Flags wave from front porches, children run around with sparklers, families gather for cookouts, and when evening comes, we all look toward the sky waiting for the fireworks. This year I found myself thinking about those three colors a little differently—not just as the colors of our nation's flag, but as colors that remind me of my marriage. Red reminds me of love and sacrifice. Love isn't simply a feeling. If I've learned anything after more than twenty years of marriage, it's that love is demonstrated through everyday choices. It's choosing patience when I'm tired. It's saying "I'm sorry" when my pride wants to dig in. It's making dinner after a long day of teaching. It's watching my husband care for our home and family without expecting recog...

  The Emotional Vulnerability of Being Disciplined When people hear about our marriage, they often focus on the discipline itself. They wonder about the rules, the consequences, or the practical side of our relationship. What they rarely think about is the emotional vulnerability that comes with it. For me, that vulnerability has changed tremendously over the last twenty-two years. When we were first married, discipline left me feeling exposed in a way I wasn't prepared for. I was embarrassed, emotional, and often unsure of myself. I worried about disappointing my husband, and afterward I would sometimes sit quietly trying to process everything I was feeling. It wasn't the physical part that affected me most—it was allowing someone I loved so deeply to see my weaknesses so clearly. Back then, I would often replay the entire situation in my mind, wondering if I had failed him or failed myself. I had a hard time separating correction from condemnation. Time has changed that. Afte...

  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...