(discipline means teach btw)
Sure it does, but the word has more than one use. Number one on the list, "punishment".
* Main Entry: 1dis·ci·pline
* Pronunciation: \ˈdi-sə-plən\
* Function: noun
* Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French & Latin; Anglo-French, from Latin disciplina teaching, learning, from discipulus pupil
* Date: 13th century
1 : punishment
2 obsolete : instruction
3 : a field of study
4 : training that corrects, molds, or perfects the mental faculties or moral character
5 a : control gained by enforcing obedience or order b : orderly or prescribed conduct or pattern of behavior c : self-control
6 : a rule or system of rules governing conduct or activity
So again, I'm going to say, no kids, eh?
You don't have to actually have children to understand what makes for good parenting.
We were all kids ourselves and it's not hard to remember how we were raised to understand what was and wasn't successful about how our parents did things.
I can remember quite clearly back to about the age of three, and even some events that happened when I was two, and can remember quite vividly when I was disciplined.
Beat the "living shit" out of your child? No, but I'd get the back of a hair brush or a wooden spoon from my mom across my hands if I did something wrong. Not the first time, I would be warned. Do it again though and there would be consequences.
The bathroom in the apt we lived in when I was three was perfectly in line with the hallway and I figured out I could run the toilet paper off the spool down the hallway until it ran out. I thought it was a great game, best thing in the world. I did it once, was warned not to do it again. It was so much fun I did it a second time and I got the spoon across the hands.
I never did it a third time.
My dad would occasionally spank me. Probably only happened about once a year up to about the age of 10 I think, and only for the most heinous of offenses (playing with matches in the house, threatening the neighbor's kid with a hatchet, shoplifting candy from the grocery, etc.)
I also spent a good deal of time sat on a little stool in the corner up to about the age of 4 and beyond that an even greater amount of time confined to my bedroom, sat on the bed, no reading or playing with toys allowed. As a rather active kid sitting still for any length of time was not something that was enjoyable. However, other than coming out for dinner, I once spent 3 days straight sat on the bed.
I had great respect for my father, but we often engaged in psychological warfare. The old man usually won though.