By my mother? No. She did pin me down and strangle me for a few seconds once, tried to slap me on a couple of occasions, but I don't think that type of punishment was on the forefront of her mind. She was just exhausted, a very small, anxious woman who had it up to her wits end, looking after two fucked up kids on her own. She wasn't an abusive person at all, a saint of a woman really, just had mental issues and needed help with us and herself.
Before my father left, he spanked me for chasing two older girls, who were my neighbours, with a hand garden fork. They moved out shortly after. I deserved it, but when I brought it up, he had no recollection of it at all. It was one of my earliest memories, as I was about four at the time.
My brother was the problem for me, but he wasn't as extreme as some of the posters in here. He was four years older with anger issues, and would mentally bully me daily. The problem was when I'd start shouting back, he'd punch me in the abdomen, which would instantly remove my ability to breathe and drop me instantly. Mum would shout at the both of us, but she didn't have much control over us. The fact that I had no chance, sticks with me to this day. Oddly enough though, some time in the 2010's, we had a bit of a breakthrough. He realized that he had an anger problem and made real effort to better himself, and after a chat down the pub, we talked honestly and we came to the conclusion that he had the same problems growing up, but because of our upbringing (Dad was around for longer and roughhoused him a little and I was a weak epileptic), we just dealt with it differently (he was outward and I'd shut myself away). We get on well now.