Once my dad was about to drive me to school; I picked up my backpack but forgot to zip it and the books all fell out. As I was picking them up, he yelled "hurry up" and kicked me in the butt. Later that day, in English class, we were doing some weird arts and crafts stuff and I misplaced something, my teacher jokingly patted me on the bottom and the whole class laughed, but I started bawling my eyes out and got sent to the counselor. I told my dad what happened in school and he advised that he had just "pushed me with his foot."
I don't have kids but for me it's a no because it only teaches fear, anger and resentment. They would get desecrated at NBA Jam though.