Lisa's Spanking Journal

Last week of school Spanking 12 Dec 2025 (Spanking, Maintenance, M/F, Hand) Tonight was one of those quiet, grounding evenings that I’ve come to recognize as a gift, even if it didn’t start that way. On my drive home from work, my phone buzzed. It was a text from him letting me know the kids were at friends’ houses for the evening. Then, almost as an afterthought—but not really—he added that I was going to get a spanking when I got home. I couldn’t help myself; I called him immediately and put on my best fake-whiny voice. “Why?” I asked, stretching the word out the way I know makes him laugh. He did laugh. I could hear the humor in his voice as he answered simply, “Because I said so.” The tone was light, teasing, and oddly reassuring all at once. When I got home, the house was quiet in that rare way it only is when the kids are gone. He didn’t rush into anything. Instead, he guided me through the familiar routine that helps me slow down. He undressed me slowly and it felt weird not to ...

 The Forgotten Deposit and the Lie (The following story was a long time ago. I remember most of the details but I did take liberties in filling in the story with how I think it went down.) Some time in 2006 I think.  It happened so early in our marriage that we were still learning how to lean on each other, still adjusting to the responsibilities that came with building a life together. Money was tight back then — tight enough that one forgotten check could throw a whole week off balance. That morning, my husband handed me the paycheck with a little smile and said, “Please deposit this today, okay? We’re cutting it close.” “I will,” I promised. And I truly meant to. I slipped the check into my purse, feeling responsible and determined… until the day filled up with errands, interruptions, and a dozen small distractions. When he got home that night and asked, “Did you get the deposit done?” guilt flickered through me, but I smothered it with a quick, “Not yet, but I’ll go in the...

Spanking 14 Nov 2025 Continued Maintenance,  M/F,  If you have not read part 1 click here it is a quick read.  The porch light clicked on automatically as we pulled into the driveway, casting a soft glow across the front of the house. He opened the garage, pulled in and parked the truck. After he turned off the engine, for a moment we just sat there in the quiet. My heart was already beating a little faster, not from fear, but from the familiar anticipation I always feel on maintenance nights. He looked over at me, warm but steady. “Are you doing okay?” I nodded. “Mm-hm.” “Good,” he said, brushing his thumb over the back of my hand before getting out of the truck. Inside, the house was silent—kids at a friends house, dishes waiting until morning, the kind of calm that only settles in late at night. I slipped off my heels in the mudroom while he hung his jacket on the hook. The lavender of his shirt looked richer in the soft hallway light. He didn’t rush. He never does. I...

Spanking 14 Nov 2025 Maintenance,  M/F,  So normally I get spanked on Friday evenings. but I often know that I am going to be spanked because hubby drops a hint here and there either that day or sometimes even the day before. However, this time I didn't get so much a peep the whole day Friday.  I called him on the way home and just exchanged pleasantries. He said he didn't want to have leftovers tonight and that we should go out. It's nice when we go out to eat just the two of us. We can talk without children around and it's nice to reconnect just the two of us. I got home and hubby wasn't there, so I  dropped off my bags and hurried upstairs to freshen up. I was finishing the last touch of mascara when I heard the familiar rumble of his truck pulling into the garage. I smoothed the skirt of my blue dress, checked my reflection one more time, and headed downstairs just as he walked through the door. He looked incredible—charcoal suit, lavender shirt, the top button ...