I grew up in Arkansas during the 1990s, and my mother’s approach to discipline was extremely conservative. She considered that spanking the off spring was woman’s work and she did it with such regularity which meant that almost every day, either me or my brothers and sisters (I have two of each) had sore behinds.
When we were real little we got Mom’s bare hand across our bottoms but by the time we were older, she stepped us up to the discipline of the belt. This was an old one of Dad’s which she kept exclusively for searing our backsides. Whereas most moms I knew would ask their child rhetorically whether they wanted a spanking when they were naughty, Mom’s question was always: “Child, do you want a taste of the leather?”
We never did, of course, but that didn’t stop Mom applying it. The punishment would be administered in front of all the siblings, so we were all well acquainted with such happenings. The belt was given with the offender in question bending over, hands on knees, their bare backside facing the rest of the family.