I grew up in the early 50s. When old-fashioned parenting was still common. I don’t remember ever being spanked, but I was most always well-behaved. Though when I wasn’t, I was cautious and clever enough to avoid the consequences. My mother told me a funny story. Since I don’t recall it all, I must have been only 2 years old or so. I apparently did something to really tick off my father. He was planning to give me a spanking. In my bedroom, there was a heating duct at floor level with a loose grate. I knew I was in trouble, so I pried off the grate and crawled into the duct beyond his reach. He knew I was in there, but there was no way he could get at me. My mother said he was mad as hell, but there was nothing he could do. After a while, he apparently calmed down. And when I finally crawled out, he’d forgiven me. So I avoided a spanking. As I said, I was one clever kid.