Well, my Dad was in a work camp in Germany after the mustache took their farm. Their take on spanking at the time was with copious amounts of lead while you are lined up on the edge of a trench.
I was never a brat like you speak of, but a very curious person that just had to get into stuff to see what's up.
Dad learned one day when I was about 9 or so that his Century battery charger burns 6013 rod just fine. OOPS
Never got hand spanked, but that leather belt around my Dad's waist wasn't there to hold his pant's up!
I turned out about as messed up as everyone else. Well, maybe better
