When we arrived at the club on Thursday, Felix was not around. I was surprised as I had phoned him earlier and told him the goods news. His reaction was both cautious and enthusiastic. He wanted to be sure I wasn't just getting cold feet and that Gemma's 'conversion' was real. Equally he was overjoyed that I had succeeded in only three sessions.
I chatted with the barman while Gemma looked round curiously. She had, of course, never seen this aspect of the club. There was the usual mix of adults and teenagers sitting and talking or discreetly feeling each other up. I recognised some of the faces from our previous audiences but no-one acknowledged out presence. Discretion seemed to be part of the culture here.
We were standing around wondering what to do next when Felix appeared. He shook my hand warmly then held it out to Gemma.
She looked at his hand then up to his face. "I hate you, I think," she said, then took the proffered hand.
Instead of shaking it, Felix raised her hand to his lips and bowed over it. "I have that effect on young ladies," he said in a suave voice and waggled his eyebrows like Groucho Marx. Gemma giggled. "Would you like a guided tour?"
On the opposite side to the auditorium were two floors of private rooms which could be booked at the bar. Some were just ordinary bedrooms, like hotel rooms almost, but some were 'themed'. There was a Chinese room, an Arabian room, a Victorian room, even a Roman room, a bridal suite, a schoolroom, a hospital ward, and so on. Attached to every room was an en suite shower room.
"Impressive," I said.
"We try to cater for all tastes," Felix said modestly. "Now for the piece de resistance."
We descended a narrow staircase at the bottom of which was a single door made to look like it was solid oak.
"Behold, the dungeon," Felix announced dramatically, flinging open the door.
Gemma and I both gasped in horror. It was more than a dungeon; it was a mediaeval torture chamber complete with brazier, rack, shackles, thumbscrews, branding irons, wicked-looking pincers, whips, scourges, flails and a rough wooden table stained with what appeared to be blood.
"That's… that's barbarous," I spluttered. Gemma looked distinctly green.
"Oh, it's mostly all for show," Felix said blandly. "As I said, we cater for all tastes."
"It's sick," muttered Gemma as we returned to the bar.
"I agree," I whispered.
Seeing we were still upset, Felix spent some time trying to persuade us that the dungeon was okay.
"Look, you've been to Alton Towers and been on the rides?" Gemma nodded enthusiastically. "What do you feel when you're waiting for a ride to start? Fear? Anticipation? Excitement?"
"Yes."
"So while do you feel afraid. You know it's perfectly safe. You know you're not going to be hurt. So why are you afraid?"
"But it's scary."
Felix smiled. "Exactly. It's scary. You know you're going to be thrown around and turned upside down and even though you really know it's quite safe, it's still scary. The dungeon is exactly the same."
"I'm beginning to see what you're driving at," I said. "Although it's not real, it looks real so your imagination starts to play tricks and that adds to the thrill and excitement."
"Exactly." Felix beamed at me proudly as if I was a star pupil.
Gemma still looked doubtful. "Well, okay, I suppose. But you won't catch me in there."
"So what do we do, now?" I asked. "I mean, what's the procedure?"
"Well, you could just book a room but I don't think you're into that. Just look around. If you see some people who take your fancy, walk up and introduce yourselves."
"Just like that?"
He shrugged. "Just like that. If they're not interested they'll let you know. I'd best be getting back on duty. Have fun."
We sat at the bar and sipped our drinks trying to survey the room without being obvious about it. At least I was; Gemma stared openly about her.
In a corner I noticed a striking woman sitting with a teenage boy. She had a tanned skin, lustrous, black hair pulled back from her slightly sharp features in a severe style, bright red lipstick and dark eyes with lots of mascara. From her ears dangled a pair of long, silver earrings. The boy was obviously her son. He had the same tanned skin and black hair though his was cut in a style that flopped over his forehead, and the same dark eyes. From her looks I would have said she was about thirty but as her son appeared to be a year or two older than Gemma, she had to be at least five years older than that. I noticed that Gemma had spotted them, too.
"Shall we introduce ourselves?"
She gave me a nervous smile and held my hand tightly as we crossed the room.
"Hello, I hope we're not intruding. May we introduce ourselves. I'm Gerry and this is my daughter, Gemma."
The pair looked up. She flashed us a dazzling smile.
"Join us, please. My name is Margo and this is my son, Kieran." Her voice was warm and throaty.
We sat down and I noticed Gemma and Kieran checking each other out.
"I hope you'll forgive us. We're new and we're finding it all a bit nerve-wracking."
She gave a low, throaty laugh. "It is, isn't it? Kieran and I are relative newcomers, too, so we're just finding our feet. Is this your first time?"
"In this context, yes." She looked puzzled. "We've been to several, er, sessions. Gemma and I were having some problems and we joined the club to help resolve them." I looked at Gemma to see how she would react to that description. She smiled and patted my arm.
"I've heard about that. I know I mustn't be nosy but I confess to being intrigued."
"Er, well..." I began.
Gemma laughed. "There's no point in beating about the bush, Dad." She turned to Margo. "I was completely off the rails. Poor Dad didn't know what to do so he dragged me along here and thrashed me soundly. It certainly got my attention." She giggled. "After a while I realised I was being turned on so now I've dragged him along, this time for some fun."
Margo seemed quite taken aback and Kieran looked very interested. "Wow," he said. "You don't pull any punches, Gemma."
"It's one thing Dad and I are trying to learn - to be open and honest with each other. Right, Dad."
I grinned. "Openness and honest are fine, dear, but that was rather blunt."
"Oh, dear. Did I do it wrong?" She pouted prettily. "Perhaps you need to spank me, Daddy."
I laughed. Suddenly it didn't matter what Margo and Kieran thought. "You did it exactly right, dear, but perhaps I'll have to spank you anyway."
Margo and Kieran exchanged looks. "My, oh my," she said, and grinned. "I think we've struck lucky tonight."
"Well, Margo, are you going to reward us with some equal bluntness?"
"Nothing as dramatic, I fear. I've always been into spanking and mild bondage. I used to spank Kieran as a child. Then, one day I realised he wasn't a child any more," she giggled, an incongruous sound. "Well, we had a heart-to-heart and decided what we were doing was dangerous and we needed a safer environment. So here we are."
There was wealth of unstated meaning in her words. I filed them away for future consideration.
I sighed. "Now we've got that out of the way, I confess I'm at a loss about what happens next."
Margo gave me a coy look over the rim of her glass. "That depends."
"Depends on what?"
"On whether you want to take things any further. You can just get up and walk away if you want. There will be no hard feelings on our side."
I looked her in the eye and said carefully, "Margo, I find you an extremely attractive and striking woman. I would be honoured to take things as far as you would like." I glanced at the youngsters. "Anyway I think our offspring are quite taken with each other."
"Daddy," Gemma said indignantly.
Kieran spoke for the first time. "If you were to leave I'm afraid you would leave something hard," he said ruefully, glancing down at his crotch.
Gemma giggled and blushed.
Margo laughed. "I suppose that settles it, then." She laid a hand on my knee. "And I would be delighted to take things much further with you, Gerry. I suggest we agree what sort of environment we want."
"Not the dungeon," Gemma shuddered.
"No, I think that would be a bit too much, even for me."
"There was a room we saw like a Victorian bedroom. You know, four-poster beds and lots of drapes."
"Perfect." Margo beamed and squeezed my knee. "Something romantic."
"Shall I see if it's available?" They all nodded. "And can I refresh anybody's glass while I'm there?"
"If it was gin and tonic you could," Margo said.
I grinned. "I could do with a stiff whisky, myself. But I can see why they don't allow alcohol. Alcohol reduces the inhibitions and people might end up doing things they didn't really want to. Although it's more difficult like this, at least you're always in control."
Margo gave me an admiring look. "A brain as well as a body. In that case I'll have another exhilarating mineral water."
The room was available. As Felix was fixing the drinks I looked across to where Gemma, Margo and Kieran were deep in conversation. 'What a bit of luck to have met up with people like them on our first night,' I thought. I glanced round the bar. Then a thought struck me.
"I was just thinking, Felix, that it's an extraordinary bit of luck to have met up with Margo and Kieran. And on our first night, too."
"You're getting on well, then?"
"Marvellously. Funny how they were around at just the right time as us, isn't it?"
"Hrmph. Yes, I suppose it was." He placed the last drink on the bar.
"Thank you, Felix. For everything." I could have sworn he almost blushed.
"What are you grinning at," Margo asked when I returned to our table.
"I think I managed to embarrass Felix."
"You didn't. That man's unflappable. How did you manage that?"
"Oh," I said airly, "I simply remarked that it was quite a coincidence that we were all here at the same time, especially as it's our first time."
Margo's eyes widened. "You mean… The old devil."
Kieran chuckled. Gemma looked blank. "I'm only the dumb young daughter."
"You're not that young," I said.
"But I am dumb, right?" she laughed.
"Sorry," I said to Margo and Kieran. "Family joke."
"What your Dad means," Kieran explained to Gemma, "is that Felix set us up. He arranged it that we would get together."
"The so-and-so," Gemma was indignant.
"Oh, I don't know," I said. "I think we're all pretty pleased at how it's turning out. Shall we go?"
I held out a hand to help Margo up. Her hand was warm and her grip strong. She smiled warmly. As she stood I was able to see more of her. She was wearing a short, clingy jersey dress that did little to conceal her trim figure. Her breasts, although not large, were high-set and had little sag. Her belly curved just enough to be interesting and her legs were long and slender.
"Very nice," I said admiringly.
She gave a mock curtsey. "Thank you, kind sir."
I offered her my arm and she hooked hers around it and pulled me close. In her heels she was only a few inches shorter than I. Kieran did the same with Gemma and we sauntered casually out of the bar on the way to the private rooms. As we passed the bar Margo and I raised our glasses to Felix who waved back. We giggled like schoolchildren.
In the room, Margo slid into my arms and we kissed. It started as an exploratory sort of kiss; each testing the other out, exploring our strangeness, but very quickly became something much deeper and more powerful. We were both a trifle breathless when we parted. Kieran and Gemma were still trying to swallow each other's tongues.
Margo leant back and looked me in the eye. "You know, I think I'm going to enjoy this evening immensely," she said softly.
"As am I," I murmured. "How are we going to arrange things?"
"I think we should let Gemma set the pace."
"Not only sexy but sensitive as well," I grinned.
Gemma and Kieran were gazing into each other's eyes. I sat on a bed and indicated Gemma should join me.
"What would you like to do?" I asked her.
She blushed and studied the carpet. "I'd… I'd like you to spank me."
"Across my knee?"
"Yes. With your hand, on my bare bottom," she added in a rush.
"Oh." I let out a deep breath. Somehow I had managed to ignore the reality of what we were about to do. I was about to smack my teenage daughter, not for the purpose of punishing her but to get her sexually aroused. Then I was going to watch as she made love with a stranger. What's more I was going to see her naked, something I hadn't done for several years. Another thought struck me. Just as I was going to see her naked, she was going to see me. And she was going to watch me make love to a woman who was not her mother.
I glanced up to see her looking at me anxiously. "You all right, Dad?"
I gusted a sigh. "Yes, dear. Just a bit nervous, that's all. You sure you're okay with this?"
She nodded, worrying her lower lip with her teeth. "Yeah. I want to do it."
Margo squatted down and laid a hand on our knees. "There's no pressure, you know."
I nodded. "The reality has just hit me. I'm sorry."
"Bare bottom spanking is the most intimate," she said sympathetically. "But it's also the most fun."
I drew a deep breath. "Then we'd better get started."
I rose and slipped off my jacket while Gemma wriggled out of her panties and Kieran removed his trousers and underpants. His cock was already half erect. It looked longer than mine.
I sat on the edge of the bed with my knees together. With an embarrassed smile, Gemma wriggled out of her panties, hitched up her skirt and lay over my knee. Her round bottom stuck up invitingly. It was certainly a very feminine bottom. I placed my palm flat on the soft, warm skin. I couldn't help it. I had to touch it. The only woman's bottom I had touched in the last seventeen years was Marion's. I ran my hand over the smooth curves, feeling the half-moon crease where her bottom met her thighs. Her skin was velvety soft. She wriggled on my lap and murmured.
I glanced up to see Kieran spread over his mother's lap supporting himself on hands and toes. She had her hand raised and, as I watched, she brought it down firmly on his bare backside. He winced but didn't utter a sound. She smacked him again. The sound of flesh on flesh was loud in the small room.
Gemma twisted her head up to look at me.
"You ready," I asked and she nodded.
I raised my hand reluctantly then, steeling myself, brought it down on the exposed cheeks. The sound seemed to reverberate round the room. Her cheeks wobbled like stiff jelly and a pink, hand-shaped splodge appeared on her perfect skin. She shifted on my knee and grunted.
I had done it! The Rubicon had been crossed. My bridges were all burnt. I could no longer go back, only forward wherever it led.
I raised my hand and brought it down again. The pink mark deepened. Gemma shifted some more, her bottom twitching. I spanked her again, then again. I tried to keep the strokes even and not hit her too hard. I was extremely aware that this was not for punishment but for pleasure. I must have been doing it right for she did not cry out or start sobbing. As her bottom got redder and sorer, though, her movements became more pronounced. She wriggled and squirmed on my lap, her bottom churning. Having a sexy, nearly naked, wriggling girl on my lap had its inevitable consequences. I felt my cock begin to stiffen. I was mortified. How could I let my daughter feel her father's erection? I quickly realised how absurd this reaction was and relaxed. Before too long she was going to see it. What did it matter that she was aware that spanking her delectable bottom was turning me on?
My hand rose and fell. Gemma's bottom became covered in a rosy glow that seemed to extend beyond the area I was hitting. Her breathing was short and ragged and little animal whimpers were coming from the back of her throat. At each stroke her bottom jiggled wildly and the sight had made me fully erect. I knew she could feel it pressing against her hip. Suddenly I became aware of something odd and it took a moment to realise that there was something warm and wet on my thigh. Gemma was leaking; she may even have cum. For some reason I felt absurdly proud.
I knew it was time to stop. I gave her a couple more swats then rested my hand on her flaming cheeks, letting the heat soak into my palm. She struggled to get up and I helped her off my knee. Her eyes were hooded and glowing; her lips red and pouting; her nipples, stiff and upthrust, pressed against her top. It was the sexiest sight I had seen in many a year. She flung her arms around my neck and kissed me soundly on the lips.
"Oh, Dad," she breathed. "That was fantastic."
I patted her back, overwhelmed by this display of affection.
Margo and Kieran rose from the other bed and held out their arms. We fell into them and our mouths sought each other hungrily. At least mine and Margo's did. I was too busy to notice what Gemma and Kieran were doing.
Margo's kiss was hot and demanding, her nipples, hard as nuts, drilled holes in my chest. Her arms were tight around my neck, pulling my mouth hard against hers. I slipped my hands from her waist to her back. The muscles were firm; this was a lady who kept her body in shape. I cupped her bottom and pulled her tight against my erection.
We broke for air. Her eyes were hot and hooded and lustful. I wanted her, this unknown woman. I needed her. I had to have her. I started to pull up her dress but she pushed my hands away.
"Too slow," she hissed.
She stepped back and wriggled her dress upwards, tugging it impatiently. After a moment's hesitation I struggled out of my own clothes, fumbling with recalcitrant buttons, stumbling as I tried to pull my trousers down over my ankles. I glanced up to see her unsnapping a black, lacy bra. She had matching black panties.
"A bit of a waste," she grinned ruefully, noticing my look.
"Not at all. They look good," I replied, slipping my hands into the waistband of my underpants and easing them down over my hard cock.
Her eyes widened. "Nice," she breathed.
Naked, we tumbled on the bed. Her body was angular, very different from Marion's soft curves. She wriggled round until she was flat on her back and spread her legs wide. Her dark bush was neatly trimmed. The outer lips of her labia were parted and the tip of her clitoris was visible. A distinct, musky odour filled the air. My cock twitched in anticipation. I had been prepared to indulge in some foreplay but she was having none of it. She tugged at me impatiently, wiggling her hips invitingly. I can take a hint. I crawled between her spread legs, my arms straddling her torso. She reached down and wrapped elegant fingers round my cock. She guided it to her entrance, lifting her hips off the bed to make it easier and tried to stuff my dick into her cunt. I put one hand down and stopped her.
"Take it easy," I murmured.
"Sorry," she apologised. "I want it so badly."
I pulled back my foreskin and eased the head of my cock into her vagina. She let out a sigh that was almost a wail. Her arms clutched at my shoulders and her eyes sought mine as I lowered my weight, driving my cock into her in one long, steady thrust.
"Ohhh, nice," she breathed.
"Mmmm," I murmured.
She was reasonably tight and very wet. I pushed until our pubic bones met.
"Now fuck me," she said.
I drew back and did what the lady wanted. I powered into her in long, deep strokes, pulling back till only the tip of my cock was still inside her then trusting back until out pubic bones bumped. She planted her feet flat on the bed and moved with me, lifting her hips to meet me coming down then dropping back. She started to move faster, wanting me to speed up. This was a lady who liked being in control, something I wasn't accustomed to but, being a gentleman, I obliged. Our bellies met with an audible smack. We both began to sweat.
My arms began to tremble under the strain of supporting my weight so I lowered myself on top of her and buried my face in the soft skin of her neck. Her arms circled my neck and she hooked her ankles round the back of my knees. Our bodies closely connected, we humped up and down on the bed. Her breathing was loud in my ear; little gasps and pants and 'oofing' noises. Suddenly, she gripped me tightly and went still. She even stopped breathing. I felt a warm heat wrap itself around my cock.
After a moment, she let out a long, deep sigh and started breathing again. She relaxed her grip and let me move again. I wondered if I could make her cum again. I dug my toes into the bedspread and shuffled up and down as I thrust in and out, trying to make sure I was in contact with her clitoris. I could feel her breasts move against my chest, squashed as they were between our bodies.
I heard Gemma cry out in ecstasy. I had been so involved with Margo that I'd completely forgotten that my daughter was screwing on the next bed. Hearing her cry was, to my surprise, not upsetting at all. It was incredibly erotic. There I was fucking a sexy stranger while my teenage daughter was being pleasured by her son. I pumped Margo furiously, making her call out in delight. She clawed my back and bucked and heaved under my onslaught.
It was too much for me to last long. I forgot about trying to make her cum twice. I needed to empty my balls inside her. I felt them contract. My abdomen started to spasm as the cum surged up. I dug my toes into the bed covers, thrust my cock as deep into her as I could and filled her with cum. As she felt it, she went rigid. Her cunt clamped round my cock, making my final spurts almost exquisitely painful.
For a moment we just lay almost like corpses, stiff and unmoving. Then, together, we drew deep, shuddering breaths and began to relax. I propped myself up on one elbow and looked down at her dark, strong features now relaxed into a satisfied smile, the bright lipstick completely gone. I brushed a strand of hair away from her sweat-covered brow. She opened her eyes and the smile broadened.
"It is true, then," she murmured. "I wondered if I was dreaming."
"You sure it was a dream and not a nightmare," I teased.
"Silly. You've made an old woman very happy." I laughed, making her wince. "Don't do that. I'm sore."
"Sorry, but it was a daft thing to say."
She stretched and winced again. "I'll feel like an old woman in the morning."
"For your next birthday, then, I'll buy you a Zimmer frame."
It was her turn to laugh. She punched my playfully on the arm then gave me a hug.
"That was very good," she said, seriously. "The best I've had."
"I've got nothing to compare it with but it certainly was special."
I was amazed at how easily we fitted together. Considering we had only met an hour or so ago and knew practically nothing about each other, we were casually talking and joking as if we were long-term lovers.
"It was special. We seem to fit," she said as if divining my thought.
"A mind reader, too," I murmured.
She laughed and winced again. "I'm sorry. You'll need to get off." I rolled off and stretched out alongside her. "I wonder how our off-spring are doing."
"You know, I'd completely forgotten about them."
"Liar," she smiled. "I know what happened when you heard Gemma."
I blushed and peered over at the other bed. Gemma and Kieran were obviously finished, too. They were lying face-to-face, exchanging little kisses and exploring each other's bodies with tentative hands.
"I think they made out just fine," she grinned.
"Good. It would have been a shame if her first time had been bad. I hope she had as good a time as I did."
"If Kieran's attitude is anything to go by, yes. I think he's smitten."
I glanced at my watch. "Oh God, look at the time. I'm sorry Margo, but we'll need to go. Marion'll start to worry if we're too late and I don't want a third degree to spoil this."
She patted my shoulder. "I wish you could stay but I understand."
I groaned as I stood up. I was going to pay for this tomorrow. I could only hope Marion wouldn't notice my condition.
Gemma looked up and smiled as she heard me stir. It never occurred to me that I was stark naked. "Come on, sweetheart, we need to go."
"Must we?" she pouted. "Can't we stay a bit longer."
"Sorry, no we can't"
"Old meanie." She stuck her tongue out at me and put her arms round Kieran possessively. "Can we take him with us? He's sort of cute. I like him."
Kieran blushed and his mother chortled.
"I don't think so, dear. His mother might miss him."
"Oh, pooh. She only beats him. I could do that much better."
Kieran's blush deepened but there was definitely more than a spark of interest in his eyes.
I pretended to swat her bottom. "I think it's you that needs a beating."
She squealed and clung on to Kieran tightly. "Save me from my wicked father. He wants to beat me and make me his slave. He'll make me wash his smelly socks."
"Come on," I laughed. "Shower. And be quick."
"I hear and obey O Paternal Tyrant," she intoned then ran, shrieking, to the bathroom as I pretended to chase her.
"That's a fine girl, you've got," Margo said, handing Kieran and I robes.
"I like to think so," I said smugly.
She snuggled into my arms. Without her heels she seemed quite small.
"And what does Kieran think," I said.
"She's wonderful," he stammered, blushing furiously.
Margo laughed then looked up at me seriously. "And how about you, Gerry?"
I sighed. "I've had an evening I'll never forget. And I would like to have others equally memorable."
"I couldn't have put it better myself," Margo said and Kieran nodded. "Then you'd like to meet up again?" I nodded. "Next Thursday?"
"That's not going to be easy. We normally come once a fortnight."
She looked disappointed then pulled my head down and whispered, "Not even if I let you spank my bottom?"
Despite having had such a vigorous workout, my cock stirred. The idea of spanking this hot and willing woman was definitely attractive.
"Not even that," I said sadly. "We're going to have to play this a bit cool. Can we say in two weeks?" I was rather afraid she'd say no. She was obviously someone who liked having her own way.
She sighed in disappointment. "If we must, we must, I suppose."
"I'll try and work something out," I promised.
"I'll hold you to that."