I’m Gen X, grew up mostly down south. We received corporal punishment at home, at school, double if we misbehaved at school/in public/at church. I’m also the eldest of four, and often got spanked if the youngers got into trouble in my care.
Usually, my father doled out the spankings (“wait til your father gets home,” even). He never used any implements, nor did he need them. He was 6’5” and 200+, hale and hearty, and his hands were huge and effective.
His spankings were over the knee, through the clothing. When he spanked, it was rapid-fire, hard, and there was a rhythm to it. Nine. And the expectation was to cry, lest another swat or two were added in for good measure. And of course the “this is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you” speech always preceded the spanking.
Generationally, spanking was an expectation. If we were somewhere without a parent and a spanking was warranted, the nearest adult would be delivering it. I did receive the occasional spank from someone outside of the family - and surely would be followed up with a dad-delivered spanking again when we got home. A lot of other adults used belts or even sent you out to “pick your switch,” and these practices scared the bejeezus out of me; needless to say, I was a good kid.
When I was taking care of my youngest sibling (13 years younger), I spanked him a couple of times. I found out years later that he strongly disliked me because of that. But I also found out that he also threatened to call the cops on my father if he ever laid a hand on him. I wasn’t living at home at that point, but he states abuse - our father was heavy-handed when he was sober and there was alcohol involved by that time, so sadly, it probably was.