Yes. On my second day of Kindergarten in 1979. The first day was OK, my mom was there and hung out the whole time. On the second day, they tried to distract me with some rubber blocks while my mom left, and I didn't want to stay there with a bunch of strangers (it was ingrained in us to not trust strangers!) so I tried to follow her out. The teacher's aid grabbed me in a bear hug so I tried to bite her thumb off. The teacher grabbed my head and tried to get me off of her and I ended up with a bloody nose from her hand smashing it. Then they made me sit in the corner for a while and there was a spider in the corner. Great way to get a kid to love school.
She asked for it IMO and that was the most violent a teacher ever got with me, but teachers hitting kids was the ultimate urban legend when I was in school. The teacher with the ruler was like Freddy Krueger to us, like we all said we didn't believe it, but deep down we did, and we used to sing "Gory! Gory! Hallelujah! My teacher hit me with a ruler. I shot the fucking whore with a loaded .44, now that teacher doesn't teach no more" when we would jump rope, like the Elm street kids.