Better to parent having the experience of childhood than following the textbook or reality TV show of some barren wench.
When I misbehaved as a kid my parents would put me out in the dog kennel for the night, though that was if I hadn't done anything *too* bad. If I had really crossed a line I'd be dreading the "brick." My father would hold me still and my mother would drop a breeze block on my foot, if they saw me limp afterwards it was two nights in the kennel and no supper for a week.
As I got older I started to wise up to some of their punishments though. For example, when I used to get the cat 'o nine tails out if I came home late from playing with my friends, I knew that tensing as the whip hit my bare skin only made the pain worse. Eventually I developed sort of an anti-reflex that stopped me from tensing with each whipping, to this day I still don't flinch at anything!
The worst one was by far the handcuffs though. It was for if they went out for the evening after I'd been bad. They'd chain me to the old radiator whilst the heating was on so that I couldn't get up to any mischief, as the radiator heated up, so would the handcuffs and eventually my wrist would be burning right through. Time would pass so slowly.
That being said, if I ever have kids I'd discipline them differently. If they misbehaved, I'll just punch them in the face. That ought to learn them.