Lisa's Spanking Journal

  Settling the Saturday Score 5 July 2026 Saturday started with promise. I'd slept in until eight, a rare luxury in a house with two teenagers, and woke to the smell of coffee already brewing downstairs. The sun slanted through our bedroom windows, casting warm rectangles across the duvet, and for the first few moments of consciousness, I felt something almost foreign: peace. It didn't last. He'd already made breakfast by the time I wandered into the kitchen—eggs scrambled with egg whites and cheese, fruit piled the way I liked, a glass of water waiting at my spot at the island. Emma and Sophie were still in their pajamas, arguing over who got the last piece of bacon, their voices shrill and grating against my un-caffeinated brain. "Girls, please," I said, and my tone came out sharper than I intended. They both looked at me. Sophie's brow furrowed. "Mom, we were just—" "I know what you were just." I pulled out my stool and sat down heavily....

  Sunday Night Connection 20 Sept 2026 The weekend had been exactly what I needed. Not because anything extraordinary happened, but because everything ordinary clicked into place like a well-oiled machine. Saturday morning, both girls finished their homework before ten, which felt like an act of divine intervention. I'd graded papers at the kitchen table while they worked, the three of us sharing a comfortable silence broken only by the scratch of pencils and the occasional sigh. By noon, the house was spotless, laundry folded, meal prep for the week already portioned into containers. Saturday afternoon, we played board games. Hubby won when we played Cranium. When we played uno flip Sophie won. Emma pretended to be bitter but kept slipping me cards she thought I needed. My husband watched the whole thing with that quiet smile he wears when everything is going exactly right. Sunday morning came with church and the pastor's sermon on how much better life is when we serve each ot...