Yes, starting around the age of 11-12 I had constant fantasies about getting a spanking from my Mom and would try to find opportunities to act out the scenes. It was a rare handful of times that I’d have enough privacy in the house to carry it out, given the noise.
The most “successful” time was when I knew I’d have almost 2 hours to myself to set up and play out the scenes. I went all-out and gathered an armless dining chair, sat a bunch of pillows on it to emulate a lap, and gathered a few implements such as a wooden spoon, and a hand-mirror which resembled a small paddle.
Having previous attempts stop short because I stopped too soon before it really hurt, I developed a game for it based around dice rolls. I had a sheet of notebook paper written out with the outcomes where one roll controlled baring, one controlled, implement, and one for the number of spanks. That way I’d be committed to seeing through the full amount. Although, in practice, it was impossible to keep up the intensity satisfactorily. Also, I rigged the numbers so it was very likely to come up with fully-bare, one of the two severe implements, and number of spanks was clustered around 20-30.
I’d mentally play out a conversation of being in trouble, usually picking a real-life incident from the past where I got in trouble and was punished in some other way. I played out, at length, pulling my pants and underwear down. I’d climb over the pillow- topped chair positioning myself with legs dangling, trying to imagine I’m really over her knees.
I’d do my best to spank “hard” but it never really was. Ultimately it was always unsatisfying. There was no way to really experience the embarrassment of being bared, and the immersion never felt true because I knew I could always stop and was fully in control.