@OmSigDAVID,
I'm not answering for Bill or anyone but myself but this equating "spanking" to beating, abuse or torture is simply ridiculous.
My mother used to hit us with a wooden spoon but she held back so much the "raps" weren't even painful. Yet we knew she was mad and had pushed her too far. We didn't want to push her to the point where she might really let loose with the spoon, so we stopped the unruly behavior that angered her. This was of course after she peacefully told us to knock it off.
My father would occasionally spank us in the form of a mild cuff on the back of the head. It didn't hurt so much as it shocked, and it did the trick. We stopped whatever it was we were doing...after we ignored the verbal commands.
My parents were "enlightened liberals" in the sense of what that meant 50 years ago: Stevenson and Kennedy liberals.
My father made a point of talking to us like adults and encouraged us to disagree with him when we talked about the news or history at the dinner table.
More times than not he ignored comments like "That's stupid Dad," or "You're completely wrong!" Every once in a while though he didn't ignore them, and would lash out with a punch to the arm that would knock me off my chair. It was always me taking the blow because a) I had the smartest mouth, and b) My older brother got the seat at the table that was out of Dad's reach.
It was never predictable, it just happened. He was a drinker, but I could never detect a connection. Unlike my mother, my father was actually a nicer guy when he drank.
It would hurt like he'll and I would cry and bruise, but it was so infrequent and random that I can't say I ever felt like my father was a beater.
For what ever mad reason he exploded, he certainly wasn't spanking me or trying to correct my behavior. It was a brutal, angry reaction that obviously was wrong.
So, I know the difference between a spanking and a beating (even if it was a one punch beating).
I hit my daughter one time in her life and it was an involuntary reaction. She was 15 and I was trying to referee a fight between her and her mother when suddenly she shouted "I hate this ******* family!" Next thing I knew I had slapped her in the face. I can't say it was a spanking, but it wasn't really a beating either. It stung, I'm sure but I had, without, thinking pulled back and it wasn't even half a swing. He cheek got a little rosy, but no finger marks or bruising of any kind. She was astonished because it was the first time I had ever spanked or hit her. It made a big impression, and she later apologized profusely. She also never said anything like that again (at least not in front of me).
I don't know what to call that action, because it wasn't premeditated. It just happened, but I didn't feel guilty about it and it certainly didn't scar my daughter physically or mentally.
The boys would get mild cuffs to the back of their head or the occasional Vulcan Death Grip, whenever ( like me and my brother) they didn't listen to me or their mother. It always worked and again, neither of them are the worse for it.
That, in my mind, is "spanking" and not beating or abuse. I can't say that I wasn't angry most of the time I spanked them, but I obviously wasn't allowing my anger to overrule my reason as had the case with my father.
I feel a lot more guilty about some of the tongue lashings I gave my oldest son (who could test the patience of a saint, and was defiance personified) than I do about the cuffing and grips. In fact I don't feel any guilt about them.
If there are parents out there who never spank or yell at their kids and have wonderfully behaved little men and women, then God bless them: They are either saints or their kids are Stepford children.
I sure as hell wasn't the perfect father, but when I see my adult children today, I know my wife and I did something right..