We were smacked as children if we were naughty, and therefore weren't very naughty very often.
I only remember being smacked twice. Once, when for some reason I was really cheeky to my beloved Nan, and the second time when I pushed my brother into the pool, fully dressed in his new school uniform.
Every time we were about to set off on holiday, my Dad used to ask us if we wanted a smack before we set off, or were we going to behave. We always behaved, or else never got caught.
