I can probably count on one hand the number of times that my sister and I were spanked growing up...and it wasn't because my parents didn't believe in spanking - they did! Spanking was sort of a "last resort" in our house, like others have said, mostly for direct disobedience. We had time out, restriction, and the worse punishment in the world when my sister and I were arguing...we had to sit in the middle of the kitchen floor, in chairs facing each other until we apologized and meant it. I think we sat there for about 4 hours one day!
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We knew when my parents meant business. All they had to do was shoot us a look, and that generally fixed us, and we stopped what we were doing. I'm not sure why it worked, but it did! My parents were never violent or mean, and rarely raised their voice, but when we got that look, it was all it took. Maybe for us, it was knowing that we were disappointing them, I'm honestly not sure. But, I do know, my mom can STILL shoot me a look and I STILL stop what I am doing immediately!
(this usually happens when I am running my mouth and won't shut up...kinda like right now!)
They were strict, but didn't always use conventional means of punishment. Their punishment was generally what would "hurt" us the most...something that we would remember and think about the next time we disobeyed. I remember getting spanked...I also remember WHY I got spanked, and I deserved it every time. However, spanking wasn't something that they used on a daily, weekly, or even monthly basis. And believe me, my sister and I were no angels!