They used to try, but I used to run. We lived on a ground floor by a big field, So after I was about 6 or 7 I more or less always got away. It was always my mother that tried, but she is short, wide, and has a bad knee, I was 7, skinny and new.
Before that I got slapped a couple of times for one thing or another, but just a little slap on the back of the leg. The kind of slap you see people giving to a todler.
I think my brother, who is 4 years younger than me, he learned the running trick even younger than I. He just used to climb up a tree or lock him self in the bathroom. Once he was safe, he always used to laugh and taunt my mother too, and that enraged her more hehe, nice memories.
EDIT: Oh yea, when I was about 10 my mother gave me a black eye. It had really pissed her off some how, she gave chase and I run for the bathroom, but I did not get the lock on in time, and as she burst in the door, the handle bashed me in the eye.