Your 10yo son Brad is a sporty outdoor kid. He's basically a good kid and you've never felt the need to spank him. His transgressions have led to punishments progressing from the naughty step, through room arrest to full blown grounding for up to a week; a punishment he hates with such intensity that his morose resentfulness casts a cloud over your whole household whenever one is in progress.
His best friend Tom lives next door in the other half of your semi-detached house, and the boys are so close they could be blood brothers. It is Friday night and Brad went out saying he was going to Tom's house, but it is now past his bed time and when you went to collect him his father opened the door and said he thought Tom was at yours. His wife was out and he had younger kids in bed so you started to search; you had a good idea where they'd be and sure enough you found them kicking a ball around with some older kids in the park, having lost all sense of time.
Tom's dad was watching out for your return and met you. He greeted his son with a single word "Upstairs" accompanied by a stinging smack on his backside. You sent Brad in to get ready for bed announcing he was grounded for the weekend.
You had a word with his mother then went up to check on him. You found him sitting morosely on his bed listening to the sound coming in through his open window. The sound of Tom's crying and his Dad's angry voice accompanied by the clear sound of a hand repeatedly smiting bare skin.
"Sounds like Tom's getting a hiding" you comment
"Yes" Brad says turning to you and bursting into tears. "It's not fair. He'll be playing out again tomorrow and I'll be imprisoned in this stinking rotten house all weekend"
"Whoa" you interrupt "Are you telling me you'd rather have a hiding"
"Yes" he responded with attitude.
"Well I've been spanked across Granddads knees plenty of times, and I got it with the strap when I was older. Do you realise just how much a bare bottom hiding hurts?"
"Tom says its really horrible but its all over when you've stopped crying, even if you are sore for a bit longer. He showed me his bum once after he'd had the strap. I only have to do one thing wrong and my punishment can last a whole week. You never give me the chance to get it over with quickly. It's not fair."
Then he stood up, and, giving you a defiant look started unfastening his belt buckle.
Will you oblige him?
If so will to try to match the strength and length of what you heard through the window?
Will it be just a 'one off'