Over the years of my youth, I became an expert in leather belt aerodynamics, my Dad was a suit and tie guy, and those executive belts were thinner yet the pain was short lived.
On days he wore the larger "western" style belt, they were like a 45ACP, big and slow, but hit like a mule.
Than my mother would hurt her hand, so she not only became an expert marksman with her shoes, but large wooden cooking spoons (made of birch, or ashe), really got my attention as well....
Than I had an epiphany!!!! DON'T "F" UP ANYMORE!!!!!!!
I took the "hard" path for a few years, but, looking back, I deserved every "whoopin I got"....
Hell I even got "whacked at school" those paddles with the tassled leather grips were kinda tough,....

My cousin Jennifer, (same age as me), stole her mother's car at 16. She got her "whoopin" when she got home, and than thought calling 911 was a good idea. The cops showed up, hysterical teenage girl with an open handprint on her face.
Cops inquire what caused all this, Aunt Becky replied, "Daughter stole my car, told me to "F" off, and I smacked her, next question...."
Cops left...
Different days back than I suppose,...