80s baby so 84/85 I started school.
My parents smacked, my dad would use a shiny leather slipper or a giant wooden spoon, we'd know what we'd done and the punishment was planned for a specific time...
My mother would yank pants down and smack bums in public without a seconds hesitation and at home would smack me in the face, and also hold my head under the cold tap when I got the hysterical gulping crying thing as a result...
Both gave school permission to smack, and some teachers would take me to the office, but one or two would smack backs of legs with rulers in the class room. As far as I am aware though, only the kids whose parents had given permission.
Mind you my headmaster called me a bitch, in the playground in front of other kids and adults (I'd pushed a little girl over as she was bullying my younger sister, he asked if I had done it, I said yes I had, 'you little bitch'...was the reply!).. I was 7..
At 14, I punched my mother back when she lashed out at me (standing over me when I was naked, in my bedroom, screaming that I had to get dressed and I had no rights as teenagers don't have any rights to privacy and she'd snatched my duvet off me, and she hit me in the face and I laid her out on the floor with one lucky punch...)... and that was the last time she hit me.
I have had some rows with my father, but he's never lashed out in anger and therefore, nor have I.
I am not in favour of smacking, and do believe those who are in favour and say 'I was smacked, didn't do me any harm' clearly are unaware of the harm it has done them if they still think it's ok.
But there is a big difference between punishment delivered as promised, for a reason, which my Dad did... and lashing out violently in anger, and to humiliate, belittle and frighten, which my mother did.