Always "the belt" with me and my three sisters. If one of us did something covert and wouldn't own up to it, we were all beaten in rotation until one of us did own up to it. Not necessarily the guilty party. If we weren't near "the belt", we were told what was coming and waited until we got home.
We once hid "the belt" and Mom found another one that hurt worse, so we found the old one.
My mother was abused growing up as well and while my father wasn't particularly, they both grew up in tough times during the Great Depression and suriving WW2, which left them both mentally and physically scarred.
Dad's mother was the disciplinarian growing up and his dad was ultra-busy trying to support his family so not available for nurturing, so Dad let Mom beat us and was just mentally abusive until he went off the deep end, exacerbated by this PTSD from WW-2.
We are the sum total of our past existences. By the standards of the day my parents were super "strict", but by todays standards we would be taken away from them and they may been locked up.
He’s a good man 
