a good beating can be useful, sometimes . I went to a Catholic school and got the strap once. It hurt like hell and I avoided trouble after that. My Grandma almost twisted my ear off once and I obeyed her after that.
I was a maniac when I was six. The local GP prescribed half a barbitone with jam!. he told my mother all his kids where on it. That was the 1960's for you. Now I would be on Ritolin . Dunno which is worse.
I remember one fella gettin the strap at the front of the class. He burst into tears. Every boy in that class loooked at him thinking " you pansy".
Another guy never got the strap, a quiet fella, got the 2nd highest score in the IQ test and later I found out he became a bikie and once bit a mans ear off.
