My parents didn't spank me too often. Maybe a couple times. I was a second child. My brother graduated from HS the year I was born...so he might have gotten some spankings when he was little. By the time I came around, my folks were well established marriage wise, and by the time I was 5 or so I knew my big brother was working for NASA, and I looked up to him too. I was well behaved 'cause I wanted both my Dad and brother to be proud of me. If my Dad said he was disappointed in me, that was discipline enough. This was back in the early 60s.
I remember one time I almost got a spanking, well, a couple times. The first time was when I was about 5, I brought one of the neighbor's cats into the garage ( this was about the time I was organizing pet shows for the neighborhood kids.) I wanted a pet so bad, I figgured I'd just sequester one of the neighbor's cats.
I was in the garage with the cat, when my dad opened the door and saw the cat about the same time the cat saw my dad. The cat was startled. All hell broke loose, the cat being on a shelf near a window, slipped trying to get away, and managed to wedge himself between the window and the shelf. The cat was holding onto the shelf with his forearms, and kicking over mason jars full of nails, nuts, bolts, screws, onto the concrete floor with his legs, trying desperately to gain some purchase and make tracks.
I looked up at my dad... and he told me years later, he was gonna spank me. But the look on my face, and the sight of that cat kicking over stuff, was so funny he busted out laughing. We both had a good laugh.
The other time was when I was scared to go under the house with him to check on the pipes. Was a bit older then, about 8 or so. Dad was abit upset at first because he thought I just didn't want to help him. This was the only time in my life I recall seeing him upset. He later realized I was truly scared. Don't think he woulda spanked me for that...but I knew he was disappointed. The crawlspace was dark, and I had been watching those Scifi movies about giant spiders. He later told me, when I was grown up, that he had no idea I was terrified to go under the house. He did allay my fear about spiders, and after that I practically lived under there.

Thing about it is, neither of my parents ever denigrated me or put me down in any way. Never called me stupid or such.
Les