My father never raised his voice and I cannot remember him ever hitting “us kids”. I do remember his strong work worn hands. If we were misbehaving he would grip our leg or arm just above the knee or elbow joint. If we didn’t stop what ever we were doing he would whisper in our ear “Stop” or “Enough”. If that didnt work he’d say it again while slowly ratcheting in his fingers on our leg or arm. It worked every time, disturbed no one and earned the respect and love of all of “us kids” forever.