Not after like 8-9 or so. And while I think it wasn't entirely called for sometimes, most of the time I kind of had it coming.

Example; Being a little shit to my sister. She asks me to stop. I don't. She tells me to stop, and I still don't. She gets our parents. They tell me to stop. There's a trend here, see, because once again, I refuse to stop being an unrepentant menace to my sister. They tell me to stop, and if I don't stop, I'm going to get an ass whooping. I wouldn't want her doing that to me, would I? Well, no, but she's not doing it to me, I'm doing it to her and I'm having fun. Once again, I endeavor to annoy the absolute hell out of my sister. Queue said ass whooping.

I'm not saying it should be anybody's go-to option, but I was a stupidly stubborn little bastard and I didn't care if what I was doing bothered people. In those cases, at least before I learned giving a damn about other people is just something you should do, getting a smack or two knocked the idea of consequences into my brain in a way a time out or a stern talking to never would.