It wasn't that long ago for me, pants up or for pants down. I was and still am 40, lol. It was less than a month ago actually.
And yes, it was at least, the one with the pants down, for real. He wasn't smiling, he wasn't being cute or funny, he had his serious face on and was speaking in his serious tone.
I got my lecture about what I had done wrong, then had to drop 'em and put my hands and forearms on the desk. I started to back talk him when he was spanking me so he stopped, he gently took me by the arm and brought me back to a standing position, again told me what I was doing wrong, why he was spanking me, and that if I wanted to continue with my mouth the spankings would continue until I realized I wasn't in charge, and I realized that what I had done deserved my punishment.
I was nice and red and a bit sore when he was done. I stood up and he took my chin in his hand and asked me if I understood why he needed to spank me. Then he kissed me softly and hugged me tight and told me that he loved me. I told him I already knew and that if he didn't love me he wouldn't spank me when I needed correction.
Now the above the clothes spanking happened a few hours earlier in the mall in public, but that one was just for fun. Hehehe.
I am sure that in a few days or so I will be getting another spanking, and so will he. While neither of us do things on purpose to receive these "real" spanking, we are human and we make mistakes. Both of us know each other very very well, and know ourselves too and both know that the best way for each of us to make ourselves better people both seperately and as a couple is to once in a while provide each other with a little "hand to ass" treatment, as we like to call it, lol.