For us, spanking is about the whole ritual of it, the humiliation of being so under the authority of the other person, that you will submit to whatever they require.
My husband likes to be treated as my little or even baby girl.
When he’s dressed in his frilly knickers and short dress he already feels vulnerable and exposed. When it’s time for his spanking I play on that.
First he’s ordered to fetch whatever I’m going to spank him with, maybe my wooden hairbrush, maybe a table tennis bat, maybe a slipper. Him fetching and presenting it to me forces him to feel complicit in his punishment.
Then he’s ordered across my lap, and all the while I’m telling him what a naughty girl he is.
I put my hand up his dress and onto his bottom, stroking him through his knickers. And then I tell him something like “Shall Mummy lift up Michelle’s dress so that everyone can see her knickers? And then Mummy can begin her spanking?”
He’s forced to reply in the affirmative, making her further complicit in his punishment, but also ensuring his clothing plays a big part in it.
Then I start spanking him, with his knickers still in place. After a few spanks I stop and gently rub his bottom again, playing with the frills around the legs and waist of his knickers, before asking something like “Shall Mummy pull down your panties so that she can see how red her little girl’s bottom is?”
Then the knickers are gently pulled down to his knees, before I admire how red his bottom is, and how much redder it is about to become.
So his dress, and especially his knickers, play a big part in the ritual of his spanking.