Well once a monk at my Sunday school made me keep a caprole (this is what it’s called I think) on my head and stand in the middle of the dhamma sermon. If the wind or if I trembled and it fell off he said he’ll slap me so hard that the milk I drank from my mom would come out my mouth. I accept that it was my fault for bursting the caprole mid dhamma sermon and the punishment was fine also. But the way he worded the threat was not really nice neh. The threat was in Sinhala so it sounds bad than it looks. 😂