Tonight’s Maintenance Spanking – A Thanksgiving Week Reset

 Tonight’s Maintenance Spanking – A Thanksgiving Week Reset

21 Nov 2025

(M/F, Spanking, Nude, Maintenance Spanking, Thanksgiving)

I’m writing this while the house has finally gone still for the night, the kind of quiet that feels almost earned. The kids are at the movie Wicked, hubby is finishing up the last of the to-dos in the garage, and I’m sitting here reflecting on the maintenance spanking he gave me earlier this evening—right in the living room—because we both knew I needed it.

Thanksgiving week always brings out this strange combination in me: excitement to host, pressure to make everything perfect, and a deep undercurrent of stress that I never seem to fully admit until it’s spilling out sideways. By the time I pulled into the driveway after work, I could already feel the tightness behind my eyes. The house wasn’t bad, but in my mind it wasn’t “ready,” and every little thing I saw felt like one more thing I’d failed to keep up with.

Hubby could see it immediately. He always can. He met me in the hallway with that steady look of his—calm, collected, and reading me like a book. I tried brushing him off, tried to pretend I wasn’t spiraling, but the tone in my voice gave me away. He didn’t react sharply; he rarely does. Instead, he put a hand on my back and said quietly, “You’re wound too tight. We’re not going into this week like this.”

I knew what he meant. I knew what was coming. And honestly, the moment he said it, I felt that mixture of dread, relief, and a small wave of gratitude for being seen. He told me to put my things down and meet him in the living room. No lecture, no buildup—just matter-of-fact leadership when I couldn’t seem to find my footing.

The living room felt strangely intimate without the kids. The lamps were on, the house was warm, and for once there wasn’t noise everywhere. He didn’t rush. He didn’t scold. He just reminded me why we do maintenance spankings in the first place—to keep us connected, to help me reset when I’m carrying too much, and to prevent the stress from turning into attitude, tears, or resentment like it has in the past.

When he pulled me close and looked me in the eyes, the last of my stubbornness gave up. I told him I felt overwhelmed, that I felt behind, that I didn’t know how to get everything done before the family arrived. He nodded, listened, and then told me gently, “You’re not doing this alone. But you also need to start the week with a clear head.”

He sat in the lone straight back chair from the kitchen nook and looked me up and down. “Baby, turn around,” he said. I turned and I felt him reach up to my neckline and pulled the zipper down till it was at the top of my back. “Slip the dress off little lady.”

With shaky hands I slipped the dress off my shoulders and stepped out of it. Folding it I put it on the couch. Then I felt his hands at the clasp of my bra. Then instinctively I slipped it off my shoulders, folded it in half and it joined my dress. Then I felt his fingers grab my panties at the waist and pull them over my firm runner's, bubble butt. They pooled at my ankles and he said to step out of them. He gathered them up and tossed them onto my dress. 

Hubby likes to spank me nude because it humbles me. He doesn't  turn me around right away and I stand there wondering what is going on. Probably looking at my nude back and bottom. A moment later he adjusted me with his hands on my waist and then pulled me over by my wrist. I am looking at the ground and feeling very humbled. 

His hand is rubbing my back and then it slides down to my bottom and his hand is running all over my bottom. It feels so wonderful despite my fear about when it is going to start. Then the rubbing stops and my heart skips a beat because I know it is about to start. I grab his leg and hold on. 

The sound of the first smack was so loud in the quiet house and my left cheek exploded in pain to the point my left leg bent in half and I could feel my heel on my bottom. “Lisa! Drop that foot!” I dropped my foot and I felt his leg go over my legs. I honestly felt trapped with his hand on my waist and his leg over my legs. 

His hand started slapping my bottom so very hard. And my vocal grunts of pain were growing in loudness and then erupted into blubbering. It was a long hand spanking and my bottom was burning so much. My blubbering was inconsolable and I was hiccupping. He rubbed my bottom and despite the pain it was soothing. He calmed me down. 

The spanking itself was firm, steady, and very much what I needed. Maintenance is never about punishment for us; it’s about grounding me, helping me breathe again, and giving me a tangible reset point. And tonight, as embarrassing as it is to admit, I needed that reset more than I wanted to acknowledge.

At one point he paused, rested his hand on my back, and told me to let go—of the pressure, of the perfectionism, of the tight hold I keep on every tiny thing. I think that moment was when my eyes stung a little, not because it hurt physically, but because I finally stopped fighting the emotional weight I’d been carrying all week.

When it was over, he held me for a long time. No rushing me off to finish chores, no pushing to get back to the list. Just quiet reassurance and that steady warmth that always brings me back to center. I melted into him, feeling smaller, calmer, and more settled than I had in days.

I slipped into my pjs. And walked back into the living room barefoot. Afterward, we sat on the couch together. He rubbed my back while talking through the plan for the rest of the week—what actually needs to get done, what can wait, and what he’s already taken care of without telling me so I wouldn’t stress. That’s just who he is. And I think that’s when the gratitude really hit me.

Now, a couple hours later, I feel like I can finally breathe. The house doesn’t feel overwhelming anymore. The to-do list feels manageable. And more importantly, I feel grounded again—steady, focused, and connected to him. 

The kids came home and were excited to tell us about the movie but hubby reminded the girls that we are going to see it tomorrow and that we would like to enjoy it without a play-by-play account of the movie before we go. He told them that tomorrow we can talk about it as a family. I was just lost in the moment and still thinking about my spanking. 

I realize that maintenance spankings aren’t always dramatic or emotional, but tonight’s definitely was. It was the kind of reset that comes from love, leadership, and a reminder that I don’t have to hold everything together by sheer force of will. I just have to follow, trust, and let him help me.

Thanksgiving may still be chaotic. The house will probably still get messy again. But tonight, I feel ready. Not perfect. Not stressed. Just ready—and loved in the way that settles me the most.