Going outside is quite frightening. There are trees and birds and also a boy, screaming. But you bravely carry on, for you have spanking on your mind.
You pick the child up and bend him over your knee. He carries on screaming, but no louder than before. Maybe he is not scared of the imminent spanking. Maybe he wants to be spanked. Maybe he isn't a child at all but some sort of robot, stuck in a scream loop due to some sort of logic error.
It matters not, though, not to you. All you care about is spanking now. Discipline must be maintained.