I grew up in the 1980s, a time when spankings for kids were beginning to wane in popularity but were still common enough that most of us knew that the sanction was at least available.
My own folks never laid a finger on me, preferring to use the naughty step or the sheer boredom of being sent to bed early. However, that didn’t stop me from developing an almost obsessive interest in the act of spanking, which of course became more blatantly sexual as I passed puberty.