I recall a few times of getting spanked, but they were more like one to three swats then a full fledged spanking: I remember getting a swat on the butt from my mom for looking at my birthday presents early while she was tearing her hair out trying to put together my birthday party. Another time I stood on a street screaming like a self-entitled brat for my dad to carry me on his shoulders. He did, but not before giving me a good smack on my ass. But after a while I never had spankings again.
I think I learned pretty quick that I was blessed with two of the greatest parents a person could ask for in this crappy world, and at most all I needed was a time-out or some time in my room to learn from my screw-ups.
And for some reason, Dad was usually the one who could really get me to stand at attention, so to speak. Don't get me wrong, my dad and me are real buddy buddy and I love him to death. But I've seen him when he gets REALLY pissed. I recall him getting so mad one time he grabbed a chair and slammed it on the floor, but that was it. Another time he straight out told me if I ever cursed in front of him again he would put my head through the wall.
Stuff like that always made me learn fast. Not because I was afraid of violence; my dad would never lay a hand on any of his family. But my dad is normally a laid-back, really slow to anger kind of guy. This is the same man who after I crashed his car while learning to drive, with him in the passenger seat right next to me, merely sat silently for a few seconds before turning to me and jokingly saying, "Alright, I'll take over" while I burst into tears. So obviously if I could actually make my dad that angry, then it was a behavior I really needed to cut out.