When I was married to a Middle Eastern lady, we had a ritual for making up after an argument. The one who admitted more guilt would have to stand in the living room (we always checked the curtains carefully), and allow the other to undo his/her belt and then pull down pants or skirt along with underwear, to the ankles. The one giving discipline would sit on our sofa, and gesture to the other to hobble over and lie across his/her lap. The guilty party would then get a bare-bottomed spanking. When I was on the receiving end, "Yasemin" would always pull up her skirt enough that I was lying across bare thighs. I loved it as much as she did, and the feeling of my bare penis getting hard against her thigh as the swats fell, was a special treat.
The discipline didn't end with the spanking, though. The guilty party, still with red and bare bottom out, genitals visible and garments around ankles, had to kneel in the middle of the room. The other would stand with his/her back to the offender, and lower his/her own pants or skirt, and underwear. The guilty party had to kiss and nuzzle the other's hips and ass, until s/he said, "You're forgiven."
When I was the one kissing Yasemin's ass, I loved to steady myself by holding my left hand on her pubis and pubic hair, using my right to spread her cheeks.
When Yasemin was the one getting the spanking, I always made sure to have some Vaseline ready to smooth across her hips when the spanking was finished, and she liked me to dip a little into her rectum, too. (My pleasure.)
I think we sometimes started fights on purpose, just to make up!