Lisa's Spanking Journal

 Left dry-cleaning in my car Spanking 7/11/2025 So this week I feel I was really on my game. Especially after my slipping up several times over the past few months. I pride myself in trying to always do the right thing. I do not brat. I try to honor hubby. I obey him and I really try to respect him, following Ephesians 5:22 Thursday morning had started like most others—coffee brewing, the faint hum of traffic outside, and the usual scramble to make sure everything was ready before the day began. I’d picked up my husband’s dry cleaning the evening before, feeling quietly proud to have remembered it at all. But somehow, between the grocery bags and the phone call from my sister, the hangers had stayed in the back seat of my car. Friday came early, and I was halfway to work and I was chatting with my friend when his call came in. I told my friend I have to go.  I answered with a friendly, “Hi Honey1” I heard his echoey voice from the laundry room. It wasn’t angry, just surprised....

   Halloween Spanking 2025 So on Monday of this week the world series started playing at 7:00 in the evening. The girls and I had just cleaned up the kitchen from dinner and I got on grading my school work. About 9:00 I got the girls up and off their phones for bedtime. The phones are kept downstairs during the night.  I went into our bedroom and peeled away the day, and jumped into the shower. Slipped into pair of panties and a camisole. Slid into our bed with nice clean sheets. And picked up my phone I could see the TV from the living room and the baseball game was still going on. Now husband and I have a rule that if he's watching a sports game I'm allowed to stay up until that game is over and he comes to bed. Sometimes I like it when he is next to me and it is easier for me to fall asleep.  However tonight was different. So while waiting for my husband I picked up my phone and messaged a couple of people about the game. One message in particular caught my eye be...

Birthday Spanking Spanking 18 October 2025 (This is a severe spanking if this is not for you.... please do not read) Well my perfect age is now all but over. I loved being 42… even though that year was one of my hardest. For those who know this you will understand. 42 is the answer to life, the universe and everything. I was 42 until last Tuesday when I turned 43. I got some amazing things. My two daughters made me home made cards. My oldest daughter gave me a shoulder massage. My son called me and wished me a happy birthday and my husband got me flowers.  Normally I get spanked on Fridays. It is the easiest time for us with the kids. We can get them out of the house so hubby can take me over his knee. And on Fridays my spanking would be either a Punishment spanking if I have done something wrong during the week or a maintenance spanking if I behaved. Maintenance spankings are less intense but more so it is free from guilt. So when I got home after work and the whole family was at ...

Sassy Saturday Spanking 10 October 2025 I felt like I was ghosted all day long by my hubby. I texted him several times throughout the day on Friday and nothing from him. I thought about calling his work phone. At the end of the day. I grabbed some notebooks I needed to grade and I headed out. I just sent him a text that I was on my way home and should be home by 6 pm.  At 5:53 pm I was opening the garage and pulling in. Surprised that his truck wasn’t in there. I gathered my bags and headed in the house. The dogs were excited to see me but no one was in the house because the girls were at a sleep over.  I pulled out my phone and saw that the mom said the girls were fine at her house and I texted her back, Thanks. Let me know if there is any trouble or you need anything. Then I texted hubby, “Everything Okay?” Then I saw the dots showing that he was texting back. He said, “Sorry work deadlines, I will be late” I texted back and said, “Bring you dinner?” He replied, “No they bro...

 Starting the Year Right New Year’s Day evening has a different kind of quiet when the kids are gone. The house feels bigger somehow—less noise, fewer demands, more space just for us. By the time dinner was cleaned up and the lights were dim, I was already in my cozy pajamas, feeling relaxed… and just mischievous enough to get myself into trouble. It started innocently enough. A teasing comment here, a smirk there. Then I escalated—grabbing a pillow and tossing it straight at him before he could react. I laughed and took off down the hallway, fully aware that I’d crossed the line and absolutely delighted that I had. He was on me in seconds. He caught me easily, I squealed and he lifted me like I was a bag of feed. He threw me over his shoulder and swatted me playfully, and reminded me that pajamas do not grant immunity. With mock seriousness, he turned me back toward the living room, as I pounded his back protesting dramatically. Somewhere between laughing and pretending to resist,...