I also contributed much earlier on, saying I would never do it (although have shouted once or twice, and somehow think that can be worse).
But reading on, I'm torn...
While I could never bring myself to smack - and as a SAHM with two pre-schoolers 18 months apart, there are days they drive me to the limit - I was smacked occassionally as a child.
I don't remember being scared of my Mum at all.
She never shouted at us - to be honest, I think that would have scared me. We had an idyllic childhood, knew without a shadow of doubt that we were loved and cherished. Had (my Mum passed away 9 years ago), and have a close, loving relationship with my parents into adulthood. My self-esteem is sky high
and I've never had anything even bordering on a dodgy relationship with a man. All the men I've ever been with have been lovely. What's more, my brother and I were models of good behaviour, mostly instilled through lots of praise and positive reinforcement, love and guidance. Further, violence in any shape, form or manifestation is anathaema to me - I haven't effectively been taught that it is in any way a tactic to be used for anything, plus it is something I actively avoid in the form of entertainment. I could say all the same for my brother.
So how does that add up? Are we a complete aberration?
Again, I'm not about to start smacking my two, but I honestly wonder if that's as much to do with the fact that it's so unfashionable to do it, as anything. I mean, in all honesty, I fundamentally don't think I could actually hit them so, yes, it is as much an active choice not to on my part, but still...
I have zero problem with my parents methods at all, and think their way of raising us worked well. My brother and I have, by anyone's barometer, turned out very happy, very well-adjusted.
I also very much agree with nooby's final paragraph.