"How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?!"
We got "shots", as they were called, in the late 70's - early 80's regularly.
For general punishment (leaving campus, smoking outside of the smoking areas, skipping class, etc.), you were given the choice of running 5 miles w/ the Assistant Principal or one shot.
Every male teacher had a paddle, and if you acted up in class, you got one - right on the ass, in front of the entire class. If you were STUPID, you acted up in Gym or Shop class. Those guys hit hard, and prided themselves on their weapons. One even had raised, dried Elmer's Glue that said "Sweet Shop Special" in reverse. Once he hit you, he would allow you to go to the locker room to view his art on your ass in the mirror.
Our small school produced some pretty damn smart people, including Larry Lessig (who was such a geek that he was never in trouble), and countless others that have gone on to successful, profitable lives.
Without fear of punishment, there can be no order.
Damn! If I didn't do anything and was about to get canned, I'd likely give it right back.