I was brought up in a very loving Irish Catholic family during the late 70s and 80s. Unusually for such families, I was an only child but I was very well looked after and (I think) quite obedient and compliant.
There was still a very traditional outlook to raising children at that time, but although I did sometimes get my bottom smacked (always by my mother, never my dad), these occasions were quite rare. That’s not to say I wasn’t disciplined in other ways, of course – sanctions could include being sent to bed early (sometimes without a meal) or being grounded (or ‘kept in’, as we referred to it in my youth).