My mom’s paddle of choice was the plastic egg flipper with holes in it. We all ran for cover when we heard the kitchen drawer open. Dad kept a belt hanging on a nail and we all kept a close eye on that belt but I don’t remember ever having it used on me. All Dad had to do was look at it. With five kids all two years apart you have to have some means of control. :-) We didn’t push Dad but Mom was an easy target until the egg flipper came out.
I made my mother so mad once that she picked up a slot car track and got me with it.
Being a 70s kid we got swatted with Hot Wheels track. About a yard long and flexible with some hard edges it definitely got our attention.