i vaguely remember being lightly rapped on the hand by my grandmother when i was very young and being troublesome, just a little smack on the back of the hand. it startled me out of my tantrum and i played up even less after that.
that being said, my family actually raised me, rather than dragged me up, so i could always be wholesomely entertained with a pile of books, my uncle's lego, the backyard and paper and pencils/crayons/etc. so maybe i'm just weird for someone my age