I got the shat beat out of me for any infraction during the meeting. Got my ass handed to me even for sitting there during the talk and looking unhappy. Yup.
Ditto.
When I was a teenager I had the occasion at a District Convention to be introduced by my mother to a sister who attended the same congregation I was born in. I vaguely remembered this elderly sister, but she was creepy. With a Stepford smile she said, rather fondly actually, that she could remember, that, when I was a baby, I had "the most blood-curdling scream" when my mother would take me into the bathroom to be spanked for disturbing the meeting.

I am so glad my wonderfully designed brain has blocked out the trauma and abuse of my infancy and toddlerhood. These days, I can only really remember the emotional and mental abuse that came later in my adolescent years. But, yes, a congregation of loving Christians will stand by gleefully while a mere child gets their ass tore up for being fussy during a cult meeting.