I too, remember that dance. Mom was usually the one that swung the belt, though, and it was an old, woven-canvas military belt.....the one with the brass ring rivets all the way around the waist. Not a good feeling. There was also a lilac bush along the west side of the property line. I felt those a few times in my life too, and we had to go out and pick the one that was to be used.
Mom quit that kind of discipline after she broke her good, hardwood yardstick over me and I asked if she was done, then. By then I was well into my teens, and started acting like a reasonably civilized person.
Roger