My oldest son was dragged by his ear to the washer/dryer when he was 14. He had hit my last nerve by complaining that the shirt that he wanted to wear wasn't clean and ironed. He had worn it the morning before and it was still on the floor in his room. I didn't do any of his laundry from then on.
He got real mouthy to me, once when 17 and had a couple of friends over. I opened the window in his room, took out the screen and started dumping all his belongings into the yard. I told him if he didn't like the rules in this house to go find another.