Lets see, my memory of paddling:
In the first through fourth grades they used one of those little wooden paddles like comes with the rubber ball attached by a rubber band. What do you call those toys? Paddle-balls, I guess. I don't remember anyone getting swatted by one, though I'm sure a few did.
Fifth and sixth grade it was a regular one-handed paddle, about four or five inches wide and I'd guess about two-and-a-half feet long. The teacher would take the student outside the room, get a teacher from an adjoining room as a witness, and you'd hear a *Thwack!*, or two, or three, never more than three, and the kid would come back in redfaced and maybe squirt a tear or two. We felt sorry for them but we still like our teachers by and large and we certainly didn't "live in fear of violence." Maybe that's because we were generally well-behaved, which was because that's what our parents demanded of us. As far as I know, no one who was paddled grew up to be a serial killer or anything.
Junior high was a blur. I don't recall what punishment was issued there.
In high school I don't remember anyone being paddled, though it's possible. Most of the punishment there was "detention," where you spent a few days sitting around the lunchroom with a handful of other miscreants and scraped dried Juicy Fruit from the underside of the tables with a butter knife.
I have no point except to say that liberals are the biggest bunch of pussies in the known universe. What's even funnier is they actually believe they could give us trouble in a stand-up fight.