Corporal punishment was in schools when I was in (mid-30s, Oklahoma) - never got swats in school, but in first grade I said "shit" when I found a missing glove of mine and this girl, Mimi, told the teacher. Got sent home with a note. Lucky for me my mom is a teacher elsewhere and had been all her life. She goes into the attic to get her paddle...and this fucking paddle, I shit you not, must have been 3 feet long. It had the NAMES OF ALL THE KIDS SHE HAD EVER GIVEN SWATS TO written on it in fuckin calligraphy.
I learned my lesson. That paddle put the fear of god in me. It even had holes in it to make it more aerodynamic.