Mistress Tina, a seasoned pro, wields a paddle, its surface smooth and menacing. Her submissive, naked and vulnerable, is bent over, hands bound behind his back. Tina circles him, her heels clicking on the hard floor, her voice a low, commanding purr. "Count," she orders, and the paddle descends. One. Two. Three. Each strike sends a jolt through him, each number uttered through gritted teeth. His ass cheeks quiver, turning a delightful shade of pink. Tina pauses, runs a gloved hand over her handiwork, then resumes, her strokes steady, her aim precise, until he reaches ten, his body trembling, his voice hoarse from counting.