Yep wooden spoon from Mom....size 13 tennis shoe from Pop...spoon was worse.
My mother was given a 24" wooden paddle at her junior year sorority dance (she was not returning to college her final year because she was marrying my dad). That paddle was prominently displayed on the wall of their bedroom for many years, until it was no longer needed. She's ask "Is it necessary for me to get the paddle ?" and you'd rethink your actions really fast.
When my sister and I were teenagers, my sister backtalked my mother at the dinner table one night. My mother said not a word, got up, walked over to the kitchen sink and picked up the bar of lava soap that was always there, and without warning jammed it into my sister's mouth. The look on my sister's face was priceless LOL. You never heard her backtalk my mother ever again.
OTOH, my father was more laid back but really into psychological warfare - he could get you feeling so sorry and ashamed of your actions that he didn't need to raise his hand.
Hadn't thought about all this in years...it worked really well..