My "beatin's" certainly wasn't as bad as some people had it, but yes.
We can a coffee percolator cord that got used as a whip.
My dad broke more than his share of rulers over our backsides, and once he hit me so hard that he hurt his hand. We got hit more because now we were also responsible for hurting his hand.
I remember the mad dash to the bathroom, where I would lock the door. The only door in the house that locked. Dad would slowly unscrew the door from it's hinges and pull me out by my feet so I could get a proper beating. If I stayed in there long enough, he'd sometimes get tired and I could escape the beating that way.
There were never bruises or blood, though. None of us thought of it as abuse, it was just "spare the rod". In fact, we laughed at the idea that children could be controlled without violence. Stupid worldly hippies, no wonder their kids all grew up to be Satanists. They spared the rod! :)
On top of all that, my friend's parents had no qualms about beating us either!!