I think I got spanked once for losing my glasses, but it didn't really make an impression. What did make an impression was the wooden paddle that lived in the mantle over the fireplace behind all the photos, dolls, and art projects.

My older sister had defiant oppositional disorder while my dad had a temper and as she got older the yelling got worse. She'd been spanked with that paddle a time or two when we were kids (I remember because I had to watch), but by the time she hit her teen years, she was the one kicking holes in the wall and going at him with kitchen shears. It was a fun house to come home to.