My parents were very much into spanking, smacking and swatting. I remember twice when it got out of hand. Once when a belt buckle swung around from my bottom and left welts, cuts and bruises. My Mom cried when she saw what happened, because it was an accident. The other time, she used a switch picked up from the ground, and it cut me pretty bad, but she didn’t notice until blood seeped through my pants.
Any time I lied or talked back, I was subject to being smacked in the face or head with an open palm. My Dad slammed our heads together once when my sister and I were being too rowdy. We both fainted, and he never did it again.
Once my sister slammed a car door on her hand, and she said I did it. My Dad whipped me with a belt five hits (the maximum in our house), and when she finally admitted I didn’t do it, she was whipped and grounded for a month.
My Mother hand spanked our bottoms for being gone too long, and she heard Sis and I laughing about how we didn’t feel it because our bottoms were frozen from sitting in the snow. She came out and spanked us again, with a wooden spoon. Spanked means hitting the bottom or entire back side from below the waist to the knees with hand, fly swatter, spoon, or small stick.
We also had a soap bar stuck in our mouth for swearing, and our hands slapped for pinching or grabbing.