My older brother and I were brought up in a fairly upper middle class household during the 1960s, and like many parents of their class at the time, our family kept a cane for the children.
This was a standard school cane – about 3ft long, very thin and whippy, with a curved handle. It hung on a hook on the door of the kitchen pantry, a constant reminder to behave ourselves – and, I might add, a constant embarrassment when we had any new friends around who didn’t know we got the cane when we were naughty boys. Of course, pretty much all of them got some form of CP off their own parents.