Oh, ok, colonel, since you asked so politely...
This one time? At band camp? I got yelled at for not playing my flute for as long and hard as I should have been, because, yanno, at band camp you get distracted by thinking of other things to do with the flute, right?
So, ok, then the band camp counselor said, Hey you sexy redhead, I am going to have to make an example of you to show other girls how to play the flute much longer and harder...
And so she tied me up to the drumkit on the stage we were supposed to be playing on and proceeded to take out the longest, biggest, widest, bullwhip EVER and whipped me as the other band members played their own flutes.
My screams had to be timed to the conductor's baton, if you know what I mean.
As for the psychological effect it had on me? I can now only get off with drummers. Weird.