I was a good kid, and very rarely got hit. I was the first child, and my mom left my dad to do most of the dirty work, but my mom did lay a few spankings down, but nothing noteworthy. I had the utmost respect for my dad, and all he had to do was raise his voice and I was in line. Every now and then when I would get in trouble he would send me to my room and stand in the hallway so i had to pass him on my way. Occasionally he would give me a swift kick in the ass as i crossed his path, but more often than not he didn't. Just the thought was traumatic enough.
My mom would absolutely freak out over some really stupid things and send me to my room to be punished when my dad got home. I would cower in fear for hours waiting for him to get home from work to punish me for some really stupid things I did as a kid (like when i was 6, peeing in a bush in front of the dentist office, because the bathroom was full inside. Another time I pulled a feather out of a peacock and brought it home). I would be terrified as he would come upstairs to punish me, and to my relief he would just give me a little talk and chalk it up to "boys will be boys". This really helped fuel the respect I had for my dad, which made me more obedient all around.
My 14 year old younger brother, however, has received the spoon on numerous occasions, as well as slaps across the face and some other things. Just a few months ago, I was visiting home for the weekend and my dad was away on a business. My brother did some really stupid things, broke windows and kicked holes in walls and was cussing at my mom. I lost control and beat the sh!t out of him, and almost strangled him to death. I don't know how my dad would have handled it.