A Night to Remember: The Paddling of a Naughty Submissive

As I sit here, reflecting on the events of last night, I can barely contain my excitement. It was a night to remember, a night that will be etched in my memory forever. My submissive, a young and eager plaything, had been warned time and time again about the consequences of disobedience. But, as we all know, some people just can't resist the temptation to test the boundaries. And so, I found myself standing in our playroom, paddle in hand, ready to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

The anticipation was palpable as he knelt before me, his eyes cast downward in a mixture of fear and desire. I could see the sweat beading on his forehead, the way his heart was racing with excitement. It was almost... delicious. And then, with a swift motion, I brought the paddle down, the sound echoing through the room like a crack of thunder. He yelped in pain, but I could see the pleasure in his eyes, the way his body responded to the pain. It was a beautiful thing, really.

As the night wore on, the paddling continued, each stroke a reminder of the power dynamic at play. He was mine to command, mine to punish, and mine to pleasure. And I, the Tattler-Paddler, was the one to wield the power. It was a heady feeling, one that I reveled in. And when it was all over, when the submissive had been thoroughly paddled and subjugated, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It was a night to remember, indeed.