Gotta go with these guys for my sitmo... I deserved every damned whippin' I got. And every one was with my old man's belt across my bare ass. He'd hold on to one arm, and I'd run around him in circles with my pants around my knees trying to block the belt with the other hand. Rather ineffective...
Once I got kids, I thought that eventually I'd have to do the same. But it's never come to that, and it's never needed to. I've treated my kids with love, respect, understanding, and as if they are small adults from Day One. And they've grown to be consciencious, kind, mature individuals. Sure, they have their moments, but none that have ever required (or even caused me to contemplate) a spanking.
Except that one time with Elaina over the Seven Scissors Transgressions (doll's hair, her own hair, dog's tail, screen door, down comforter cover, heirloom quilt, Dad's Nordstrom shirts...). One swat across her fully clothed butt put an end to it. The question I asked her mother was WTF were you during the first six transgressions???