I would sit very still and stare directly at them, never giving them the satisfaction of seeing me humbled. Then I would just go and do whatever it was that I was doing, just better this time and with more determination. I went through a really devious phase where I did so many things just to see if I could get away with them. And I always did. I learned to be smarter because of those spankings. They really inspired me. I felt more confident every time I got away with something and it made me think of my parents as really stupid human beings, because I was always a few steps ahead of them and the only way they could stop me was if they smacked me. And even that didn't stop me. So yeah.
Timeouts made me annoyed. I was only allowed to stare at the wall so I would miss all the hustle and bustle activity going around, which was torture. I really hated being on timeout. Every second felt like an hour. And of course, my rambunctious siblings would try to get me to react to things so I could get in more trouble... It bothered me so much, so I guess it was an effective punishment. It felt so harsh and inhumane. I would never survive a day in prison.Timeouts actually do nothing for him.
"Really? You make me sit alone and glare at you? Right. Stupid mother figure. FAIL." is pretty much the response.
That never worked with me. I looked down on my mother, and still do, whenever she pulls that shit. Appealing to my emotions will get you nowhere.Fi guilt works the best though as he cant be distracted once he sets his mind to a goal.