My mother slapped me across the back of the legs a few times, but I was generally a well behaved child so it didn't happen often. The worst was the being made to sit at the dinner table, sobbing, as the food I was gagging over got colder and lumpier. My Mum was a good cook, but there were just some things I didn't/couldn't eat, and it was a dreary and unhappy battle for us both. When I had my children, Mum said she regretted those dismal mealtimes, my tears, but her doctor, and everyone else had told her that this was the only way to deal with a fussy eater like me. Time change, understanding changes. It goes without saying that I never did that to mine, and I would like to say I didn't smack, because I strongly disagree with violence, especially against someone smaller, but twice I smacked my son, in temper and I bitterly regret it. We have talked about it, and he doesn't remember at all, still doesn't help with my guilt though.