Yes, I got spanked. It made me react non-nonsensically, and while I myself did run out to the middle of the street to dance and sing, once, while smashed on Grey Goose, that, in itself, was not a product of spanking, however, the circumstances that got me to that street, drunk, might be.
Did I develop substance abuse because I was spanked? Can’t confirm yes or no, but I’d venture to guess that it didn’t help.
Spanking is a way of communication. It is aggression and violence, in response to an action produced by the person who is spanked. Corporal punishment is a way of communicating an inability to negotiate with the other party. It is an offer of ultimatum, rather than agreement. So here how that works, eventually, I, as a child, will always know that if I break a rule, I will be spanked. However, what I do not know, is why breaking that rule, is not desirable. Is it dangerous, am I putting someone else in danger? Is stealing 20 dollars from my mom’s wallet bad because she liked that particular 20 dollar bill? Or was that her last 20 dollars, that she needed for gas, to get to work the following day? Who knows? Spanking me never answers any of those questions. So guess what? I have no valuable reason, to not take that 20. I know what to expect. A spanking. Is it worth the spanking? Well, that’s a decision I can now make, because that spanking will either be worth 20, or not, and depending on why I believe I need that 20, I’m not the one who gets to assign value, not the spanker, who is now out of 20 bucks, and isn’t getting back, no matter how much they spank me.
Teaching children values by communicating with them, is much more economical than expending energy on a spanking, that your kid is no longer afraid of.
Never took a 20 from my mom, btw. She gave me pretty much anything I needed and wanted. Money wasn’t short in supply as much as actual care, attention and affection were. Much worse than getting spanked, is having a mom who can’t hug you.