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...

  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...

  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...

  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 ...

  Calling All Voices: Share Your Story One of the things I love most about this space is the sense of connection it creates. While I share my own journey openly, I know there are so many unique perspectives, experiences, and reflections out there that deserve to be heard. So, I’d love to invite you—my readers—to contribute! I’m asking for short paragraph submissions that reflect your thoughts, experiences, or insights related to discipline, growth, and the dynamics that come with it. Whether your story is lighthearted, deeply personal, reflective, or even a little humorous, your voice matters here. If you’d like to participate, please email your paragraph submission to lisa1982jack50n@gmail.com . I’ll be selecting some to feature in upcoming posts (with your permission, of course). If you’re not sure what to write about, here are a few prompts to get you started: A moment you felt nervous or anticipatory leading up to a spanking How discipline has impacted your emotional growth or...

Finding the Right Balance Afterward Learning each other through honesty, vulnerability, and trust One of the most important parts of our dynamic doesn’t actually happen during the discipline itself—it happens afterward. When everything settles and the house is quiet again, hubby and I always take time to talk. Not just a quick “are you okay,” but a real conversation. It’s become just as meaningful to me as anything else we share, because it’s where understanding, trust, and growth really take shape. We usually start by talking about my week. What led up to the discipline, what I was thinking at the time, and where I could have made better choices. Sometimes I already know exactly where I fell short, and other times talking it out helps me see things more clearly. He listens carefully, not just to correct me, but to understand me. That matters more than I can explain. Then we talk about how I handled myself during the session. This is the part that always makes me a little self-consciou...