Corner time and other variants of time outs were standard fare in my schooling, but never in my home life. My third grade teacher would draw a chalk circle on the blackboard and the miscreant would stand in front of said circle, then lean in to touch the blackboard with his/her (almost always HIS - grins) nose. She would leave the culprit in that ignominious posture until she deemed the lesson was learned and then she'd excuse him/her back to his/her seat. Rumor had it that one could learn to HATE the smell of chalk dust, but being an absolute angel in class, I would have had no first-hand experience...

She had such control of our classroom, that she could keep talking/teaching, draw her circle, make eye contact with the offender, raise an eyebrow, and the offender would just sigh, walk to the spot and lean in. Ah, chalk dust.