I was born late 60's.
Never smacked always beaten.
Mother kept several garden canes which were used like whips across my back, buttocks and legs, always skin contact, no layers of clothes to protect you. Left welts like a whip too.
Father beat me (not other 2 siblings) with whatever was nearest...buckle on his belt, steel toe cap boots, broom hand, Mothers cane...sometimes it was a regular beating, laid over bed, bare backside and thrashed or sometimes it was a real temper loss, of punches and kicks.
I was the eldest so it was my 'job' to take the other siblings punishment as well as my own, just as it was my 'job' to control them so my Mother could cope with us.
Mother would tell Father of our misbehaving...he would at first shrug it off as kids being kids...3 hours later he couldn't managed Mothers hysterics about how 'evil' I/we were, so he would give me due beating to shut her up...she would stand in the doorway watching and smirk during the beatings.
Father is a violent bully...Mother is a master manipulator and very, very cruel.
Left home at 16...the day after my last beating. I scared myself with the thoughts I was having about what I would do to him if he ever hit me again.