When I was a kid I would WAY rather get hit a few times when I did something wrong. It usually come from doing something equally bad, like hitting my little brother in the face with a 2x4. If my parents didn't hit me for that, it was being grounded, which meant being locked in a room all day by myself. If I broke things from being mad, I stayed in longer. When I was REALLLLLLY bad, they locked me in the little toilet cubby room. Oh man did I deserve it though, I was such a bastard when I was little.