Dad preferred a narrow leather dress belt for whupping your ass with. He could wield it like a bullwhip and really raise a nice welt where it landed.
I was a slow learner and got to do the leather belt dance fairly often as I remember. Stupid crap like talking back to mom would just get a backhand up side your head. The Dance was reserved for really stupid moves on my part.
Granny on the other hand was a seriously mean old thing and made you cut your own switch. Same rules of it better not be so flimsy it broke or she'd find a 2x4 to whup on ya with.
Some kids get the Cookies and Milk grandmaw. The rest of us got old witches who really hated kids and tortured them every chance they got.