"Just wait until your dad gets home!" is all I needed to hear. Was spanked(paddle or belt) quite a few times but it never went overboard. Later in life, dad told me that he hated doing it but it was for my own good......I was a trouble maker.
I got paddled in school at least twice a week, mostly from coaches who taught classes as well. One funny story.........
I was in 9th grade and one of my varsity baseball coaches taught some typewriting class. At test time, he made us use a #2 pencil, not mechanical. If you forgot one, you had to give him a quarter then return it. Well, he was all over me in practices throughout the season and he was on my hit list.
It was time to take another test and I "forgot" my pencil again. I gave him 5 nickels and got my pencil. After I finished my test, I pulled the eraser out, bent the metal casing and sharpened it down to the nub. I gave it back to him and man was he pissed.
He turned dark red and I could see smoke coming. He calmy told everyone to go out into the hall but me. As the class watched through the skinny window in the door, coach shoved desks around and had me cornered in the room. He was cussing and screaming stuff about his pencil
He got so mad, he actually threw a desk at me but luckily I ducked in time. After that, I think he realized that he screwed up and let me go. I could see that he was worried about losing his job and I said not to worry, I won't tell on you. No one in my class said anything either but it was the talk of the school for a couple of years.
All this over a darn yellow pencil
Anyways, about ten years later, I found out he got fired for sleeping with a cheerleader shortly after I left HS.