Home Again

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 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 home. Just reading it made my heart beat faster. He’d already arranged for the girls to be out until later that evening, which told me exactly where his mind was.

When I walked in the door after work, he didn’t waste time with small talk. He pulled me into his arms, grounding me after a long, quiet weekend without him. And then, just because he could—and because we had missed each other—he gave me a “just because” spanking. It was hard, playful, and full of intention. The kind that reminds me exactly who I belong to and how deeply connected we are.

We retreated to the bedroom afterward and took our time finishing the evening the way only two married people who truly know each other can. It wasn’t rushed. It was reconnecting, both physically and emotionally, after days apart. 

It was part passionate and part animalistic. It started slow and increased in intensity as the passion took to a fever. To the point he was pretty aggressive toward the end, with a little hair pulling and a smack to my bottom. 

By the time the kids came back at 8 p.m., we were calm, smiling, and completely settled again. We played “Taco, Cat, Goat, Cheese, Pizza”, the night ending on a light, happy note and lots of laughs.

As I crawled into bed later, I felt full in every sense of the word—grateful for a husband who invests in his children, leads our home with intention, and still makes time to pursue me. Some weekends are about letting go. Some are about holding steady. This one reminded me how beautiful it is when both happen at once.


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  1. OutdoordadJanuary 14, 2026 at 5:39 AM

    That’s a rare and beautiful marriage. My wife and I are good friends, the lack of intimacy and touch have created some hard spots, sadly nothing changes. She thanks for me for leading well, for caring, for being such a great Dad…and tears up apologizing for not wanting sex. I love her enough to say “it’s ok” and I’m thankful for a place like this that help me find temporary release.

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    1. Lisa Spanking BlogJanuary 14, 2026 at 6:46 PM

      Thank you for your honesty, Outdoordad. Your words reflect a kind of love that is both rare and deeply Christlike. The way you continue to lead, to remain faithful, and to lay down your own desires for the good of your wife and family mirrors the heart of Jesus far more than you may realize. Love like that is not loud or showy—it’s quiet, costly, and rooted in sacrifice.

      When you choose to stay, to serve, and to reassure her even in the midst of your own unmet longings, you are living out the promise God makes to us: “I will never leave you nor forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5). That kind of steadfast presence speaks louder than words. It reflects a Savior who stays, even when it hurts.

      Your faithfulness matters. Your sacrifice is seen—by God, and by those who understand the weight of loving well when it isn’t easy. I’m grateful you felt safe enough to share this here, and I pray that you continue to find strength, comfort, and encouragement as you walk out this calling with grace.

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  2. Joe RidleyJanuary 16, 2026 at 11:31 PM

    Thank you for another lovely account

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    1. Lisa Spanking BlogJanuary 20, 2026 at 6:44 PM

      Oh you are more than welcome. Thank you for reading.

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  3. Sage McDowellJanuary 17, 2026 at 4:54 PM

    As a newlywed it makes me happy to hear these accounts of long lasting marriages. My greatest prayer for my marriage is for it to be happy and healthy like yours is Lisa. It is wonderful to know that years can pass and a husband can still yearn for his wife in this way. The Lord has truly blessed you.

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    1. Lisa Spanking BlogJanuary 20, 2026 at 6:48 PM

      Sage, thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful words. They truly touched my heart. I love your prayer for your marriage—that it would be happy and healthy—and I believe the Lord delights in that desire. Marriage is such a living, growing thing; it deepens through seasons of joy, challenge, faithfulness, and grace. The yearning you mentioned isn’t something we manufactured—it’s something God has preserved by teaching us to keep choosing one another, again and again. I’m praying that as the years pass, you and your husband will look back with gratitude at all the ways the Lord has shaped, strengthened, and blessed your union. May He continue to be at the very center of your marriage.
      Also Hubby and I attended an amazing class called, "Love and Respect" by Emerson Eggerichs. I am telling you that was the first time I understood him and what hubby absolutely needed from me.

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