When Discipline was a scary word

During our time, we were afraid of our parents - both dad and mum. Even though one would be the good cop and the other the bad one, a stern shout or a reach for the stick would strike fear in our hearts and could literally spoil our day, and backsides. Almost all parents in the 70s and 80s ruled their homes with iron-fists and rattan-whips - and one wrong move would result in a red mark across your behind or thigh which would remain there for at least two weeks as a painful and vivid reminder on why you should follow instructions - no questions asked.
Apparently, it's all thumbs up!
In school, there was someone called the Discipline Master and even hearing that he/she (typically he) was coming would be enough to cause a young child to suffer a heart attack, right there and then. School was unenjoyable, mostly, and the thought that The Discipline Master was wandering around randomly, just looking for any reason to haul you up didn't help much. When the DM walked by you, you would literally stop breathing and pretend to be a statue.

For the youth of today, the big D is no longer such a fearful or dreaded thing - if they even understand the word. Discipline now means Tenacity, Perseverance and the willingness to overcome your weakness through training and "suffering". There is no mention of caning, public or private - where has this all gone to and are they missing out on a critical part of their childhood? Many experts say that such methods no longer work in a modern, developed society where we want to bring up thinking, questioning and self-motivated children for the future - as a result, they will start to think up things, question you and in a self-motivated fashion, annoy you with their independent thought processes, justify whatever they want to do and play loud irritating EDM, even late into the night.