I remember that kinda punishment from growing up, myself. There were a bunch of old German farmers where I grew up: so tight with their money that they squeaked, and would work you like a rented red-headed step-mule.
I do not miss those days. I doubt I would survive that now.
I remember after my soph yr in high school I said to myself I'll never haul another bale of hay if I keep my right mind...so far, so good.