Caden watched Charles untie the restraints and slowly lowered his hands across his chest to give them a little rub. The restraints had been loose enough, but keeping anything in one place for a certain length of time got a little stiff. “I’d like to return the favour. I’m sure you know what I’m asking...” he said with a small smile set on his face. “You can either be sat, standing, or laying down if you prefer. If you’d like to stop, all I need is your word. Don’t you ever feel a little frustrated with never getting anything in return? I’m not speaking about sex. Just a way to let go of your tension ” he offered as he sat up and sat casually on the bench.<br/><br/>Everyone had a certain amount of willpower, but Charles seemed to have far to much of it. He never allowed himself to let go, and that was bound to be doing something to him. Or so he thought. “Isn’t there at least one thing that keeps circling around in your head?” He was still determined to slowly brake down the walls Charles had built up around himself.<br/><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Alan’s words meant little to Evan. They’d only just met and this was the first time Evan had been bent over a table with a stranger and a paddle. “Pfft” was the only sound of response he could bring himself to make as Alan walked behind him out of view. He hated having his back to people at the best of times, and this was no different. He couldn’t see if Alan was about to swing, where he was away to hit or if he had something else up his sleeve. But he caught some small glimpses of the man on the glass table at least. But it wasn’t enough to give anything away.<br/><br/>-Picture whichever one turns you on more. Either way it shouldn't be something you have to worry about... it's my job to make sure to follow through with my promise and the safety of any... scene-<br/><br/>What the hell did people normally think about during these ‘scenes’? He wasn’t sure what to think of and settled for the first thing that popped into his head. But the first blow came and made him jump a little. The pain wasn’t too bad. On a scale of 1 to 10 it probably rated a 2. But as they continued, his rating slowly increase until his fingers shifted to curl around the edge of the table. So far he was silent, but a quiet inhale soon sounded as Alan pulled his trousers down and brought the paddle down across his cheeks. Luckily he still had his boxers on. He was hoping he’d manage to keep them. Focusing on the scene in his head was just growing more and more difficult with each swing of the paddle too.