18 Creative Punishments Parents Might Want To Use On Their Own Kids

Everyone’s parents are different and unique. They have different ways of implementing tradition, values, and lessons on their kids. So, obviously, they have different punishments that are both genius and unique. Growing up, we’ve all had punishments that were wild to us. But, now, as parents, we totally want to use these bad boys out for ourselves.

People on Reddit are sharing the most unique and outrageous punishments their parents have used and truly, take notes.


My parents would make my older brother and sister chose one of the Encyclopedias, turn to a random page, and start copying everything down until my parents told them to stop.



My best friend and I snuck out and walked to the nearby convenience store late at night in 6th grade. My father made me write a 20 page research paper on Watergate. I have no idea why he chose the topic but the knowledge has come in handy many times in my life.



Forced to smell dog breath. Because “If we have to deal with the filth from your mouth, you have to deal with the filth from its mouth”

It sounds funny, and it is funny looking back on it…but good god it was not funny then. I begged for almost anything else.



My sisters and I would have to memorize passages from Shakespeare together. It was horrible to be fighting and then sit together for half an hour or more memorizing and reciting until my dad returned. One wrong word and he’d leave us for a while. Probably the worst part is it made me hate Shakespeare. I’ve had corporal punishment and all that but this stuck out



I threw a ton of glitter on my brother when he was in the bath tub. My parents bought a giant bag of glitter and dumped it on my bed. They made me count it and would not give me my phone or laptop back until I did.



My sister and I were arguing over some cheap plastic recorder (the musical kind, like a clarinet from hell for overtired parents). I wanted it because she wanted it, she wanted it because I wanted it… In the end, my dad walked up to us and settled it by breaking the recorder in half and handing us each a piece. We both learned a valuable lesson that day, I think. (Note: I love my dad more than anything, and I definitely had a wonderful childhood!)


He was in Kindergarten and often got physical with other kids by pushing them and whatnot. After being told a couple times by the teacher my dad had enough. When my brother and I got home from school he asked my brother to get his three favorite GameBoy games. I went upstairs as I suspected something terrible was about to happen. My mom and dad took my brother out to the garage, gave him a hammer, and told him to smash the games to bits. I could hear my brother screaming bloody murder and my dad yelling back to swing the hammer. After a couple seconds and screams I heard a ping as the hammer bounced off the plastic game laying on the concrete. Then another and another and yet another. I was absolutely petrified as I could hear my brother screaming in horror. He never lashed out again and I made damn sure not to misbehave as it mentally scarred me too just from hearing it.



When my dad was a teenager, if he didn’t clean his room when his mother told him to, she would empty the contents of his room on to the front lawn for him to discover when he would get home from school.



Didn’t clean the dog shit up from the backyard. Dad warned us to do so several times. My sister and I didn’t listen.

Ended up being forced to clean the whole backyard with our bare hands one day. We became very well-acquainted with the various forms of dog poop: From the solid old ones, to the sloppy fresh ones, to the ones where the outside had been sunbaked dry but still had a gooey center….

We had to clean up some puke in addition to the poop that day. And always cleaned up after our dogs after that.



not sure how unique it was. But we would always be grounded from our rooms not to our rooms. It was the worst, you don’t realize how much is in your room until you aren’t allowed to go in it.