Now that we had Marion's blessing, Gemma was keen to go to the club more often. We agreed, after a bit of discussion, that we would stick to Thursdays. I phoned Felix to ask him to pass the word on to Margo.
As we rode up in the lift, I knew, from the look on Gemma's face that she was as hopeful as I was that Margo and Kieran would have got the message and be there. But when we entered the bar they were not in sight.
"Never mind, dear," I said consolingly. "Let's find a seat and see what happens."
We chose a booth where we would be visible but not obvious. A few people greeted us as we passed but neither we nor they were inclined to linger.
We had only been sitting a few minutes when Gemma suddenly gasped, "They're here." She squeezed her hands tightly in her lap, barely able to contain her excitement.
I looked round to see Margo and Kieran come into the bar and look around. They saw my raised hand and hurried over, bright smiles on their faces. Tonight Margo was wearing a blue tight-fitting skirt and matching jacket over a loose blouse. Her heels were high and I admired the way her hips swayed as they crossed the room towards us.
"Sorry, we got delayed," Margo apologised as I rose to greet her.
I gave her a gentle buss on the lips, not being sure of the public protocol. What I really wanted to do was pull her into my arms and kiss her soundly. There was something about her that I found irresistibly sexy.
"No problem," I replied. "We've only just arrived ourselves. You look positively ravishing tonight."
She blushed. "That's what I'm hoping - that I'll be ravished," she murmured.
We sent the youngsters off to the bar and Margo sat with her thigh pressed against mine. She sat silently for a moment, her hands toying nervously in her lap. I was aware of her long slender fingers with their carmine-tinted nails. The thought of them wrapped around my cock or scoring my back sent a shiver down my spine and a stir in my loins.
She glanced up, almost shyly. "I don't quite know how to say this," she began in a voice barely above a whisper, "but I've been thinking about you all week."
I was a bit taken aback. While she excited me and aroused me, I certainly did not love her. I knew my heart lay with Marion.
She must have sensed my ambivalence for she clutched my hand and gazed earnestly from large eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have said that. I know you don't love me: I'm not even sure if what I feel is love. It's just that last week was so intense for me. I haven't felt anything like that for a long time. I don't want to put you off and drive you away. I know this is a 'no strings' arrangement and I promise I won't pursue you or hassle you…" She trailed off.
I covered her hand with mine. "Margo, I'm very flattered. To find that I can cause this sort of reaction in a woman, and a beautiful woman at that, at my age is very good for the ego. One of the things Gemma and I have been learning is to be honest, and I'm also very flattered that you trust me enough to be honest about your feelings. And, of course, if you get out of hand," I smiled, bent close to her ear and murmured, "I could always give you a good spanking."
Her head jerked up to stare at me. She shivered violently and pressed her thighs tightly together. A look of surprise came over her face. "You bastard," she murmured but with a faint smile. "You've made me all wet."
My cock was swelling painfully. I took her hand and laid it on my erection. She grinned and licked her pointed tongue slowly around her lips. "That's rather flattering, too."
"I can hardly wait to get you alone with that skirt hoisted up over your waist and bent over with your bottom in the air," I whispered.
A slow flush spread across her face and down her neck. "Oh, God, if you keep that up, you'll make me cum."
"That's the idea, lady," I leered.
She giggled, a rather incongruous sound from one so poised and elegant, and squeezed my cock.
I looked around. "Gemma and Kieran are taking their time."
"They've probably gone off for a snog in a quiet corner."
"We could do the same," I said hopefully.
"Oh, no, that would never do. I want much more than a snog."
I slipped and arm round her shoulder. She snuggled in to my embrace and we sat and shared my drink while, hidden by the table, she toyed with my now rampant cock and I traced teasing fingers up the inside of her nylon-clad thighs.
Gemma and Kieran eventually returned looking flushed and dishevelled.
"Where have you been," Margo scolded although there as a twinkle in her eye. "You deserve a good spanking for disappearing without saying."
"And another for coming back without the drinks you were supposed to get," I added.
"Oh, golly, I clean forgot," Gemma gasped. "Come on, Kieran." She grabbed his hand and dragged him away to the bar.
"What shall we do tonight?" I wondered aloud.
"I have an idea," Margo said with a wicked smile. "Leave it in my hands."
"It's already in your hands," I said, glancing down at my lap.
"It'll soon be somewhere much nicer," she said, standing up. "I'll be right back."
She sashayed over to the bar, deliberately exaggerating her walk to make her bottom roll under the tight skirt. I sat back and grinned to myself. Tonight was promising to be as memorable as last week.
The three returned together. "Come on," Margo said. "It's all sorted."
I struggled to discreetly arrange my rigid cock as I stood. Gemma noticed and giggled behind her hand. Margo led us along the corridor and up a flight of stairs to one of the theme rooms. After a bit of searching she found the one she was looking for and threw open the door dramatically.
We stepped into an ordinary sitting room, albeit a fairly luxurious one, with a fireplace in front of which was a thick deep-pile rug, an overstuffed cream leather settee with two matching armchairs, a low, glass-topped coffee table, TV, hi-fi and so on. I don't know what I was expecting but it certainly wasn't a sitting room. I felt more than a little disappointed. The look on Gemma's face suggested she was feeling the same.
"Sit down," Margo ordered.
She rummaged in a cupboard while Gemma and I sat on the settee and Kieran took one of the armchairs. Gemma looked at me enquiringly. I shrugged.
"What I had in mind," Margo said, coming to stand before the fireplace with her hands behind her back, "was a little role playing. We are a family. Gerry and I are the parents and you two are our children." It was an intriguing proposition. For a moment I imagined myself married to Margo - it would certainly be an interesting experience. "Gerry, pay attention."
"Sorry. You were saying?"
"We are a family but the three of us are all very naughty. Kieran has had an accident and damaged your car. Gemma stayed out very late and came home drunk."
"Just a minute," I interrupted. "That's possibly a bit close to the bone."
I looked at Gemma who seemed amused. "It's okay, Dad. I think I can handle that."
Margo looked from Gemma and I for a moment until the penny dropped. "Oh, I see. I'm sorry. We can have another reason if you'd like."
"It's okay, really. I quite like the idea," Gemma smiled.
"Well, if you're sure. So Gemma comes home late and I… I've burned the dinner. You're very cross with us, Gerry, and insist we have to be punished for our misdemeanours. We have to be soundly spanked with this." And she produced, from behind her back, a wooden bat, like a small, flat cricket bat, with several large holes drilled in it.
Kieran groaned. "Oh no, Mum. Does it have to be that paddle?"
Margo nodded, her eyes gleaming.
"Why, what's so special about it?" Gemma was puzzled.
"It's the holes," Kieran explained. "They cut into you and make it very painful."
"I'm sure my esteemed husband will be very careful," Margo gloated.
"Let me get this straight," I said. "You want me to paddle all of you?"
Margo nodded. She seemed very excited by the idea. "Yes. First we play a little scene where we all confess what we've done and you pretend to get angry and order us to strip or whatever - it's up to you. Then you paddle us. And then…"
"I'm certainly not going to make love to all three of you," I exclaimed.
"That's a relief." Kieran gave an exaggerated sigh and Gemma giggled.
I wasn't certain about this new turn of events. Up till now Gemma's and my relationship had been semi-private. I was not sure if I wanted to make it as open as Margo was suggesting. And I was definitely ambivalent about spanking a teenage boy - or rather a young man.
"What d'you think?" I asked Gemma.
"Well," she said thoughtfully, "it's an interesting idea. Yes, I think I'm okay with it if you are, Dad."
"Kieran, are you up for this?"
He looked at me shyly. He was blushing. "As Gemma says, it could be an interesting experience."
"Come on, Dad, you're only young once," Gemma urged.
"Hrumph. I was young once - I think. Well, if you're all okay with it, let's do it."
"Don't worry. You'll really enjoy it," Margo said. "Right, Gemma 'confesses' first, then Kieran then me. You just call it how you want it, Gerry, and we'll play along." She handed me the paddle.
My mind went blank for a moment. I was never a great one for acting and I couldn't think how to begin.
"Just pretend it's real," Gemma said.
"Okay. Why don't you all wait over there. I'll call Gemma. Then, when you each think it's the right moment, come over."
They moved to one corner of the room and I switched to one of the armchairs. A plan was beginning to form in my mind.
"Gemma!" I called. She came over, as if reluctant. "Sit down," I commanded as firmly as I could, pointing at the settee. "Would you remind me what time you're supposed to be home?"
"Eleven thirty."
"Eleven thirty. Exactly. And what time did you come in last night?"
"I don't remember."
"You don't remember? You don't remember it was half past one?"
She gasped. "It never was."
"I most certainly was."
"It can't have been. I was only a few minutes late."
"Two hours is hardly a few minutes, young lady." I paused as if struck by a thought. "Why don't you remember what the time was?"
"Er, well, I don't know."
"You had your watch?"
"Yes."
"And you have learned to tell the time? You've managed to learn at least that much at school?"
There was a muffled giggle from the corner. I looked up to see both Margo with a broad grin on her face and Kieran covering his mouth with his hand.
"Yes, Daddy," Gemma, trying not to smile.
I was both annoyed and embarrassed. I was doing my best to act out a scene at their behest. They could, at least, try to take it seriously.
"Let me tell you, young lady," I blazed suddenly. "The reason you can't remember what time you came in was that you were blind drunk. I am sick to the back teeth with your behaviour. You know the rules. You're too young to drink and I'm not having it any more. I've tried talking to you to no avail. So you will be severely spanked to see if you listen to that. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Dad," Gemma whispered, a shocked look on her face.
Kieran came forward, somewhat hesitantly. My little show of temper had unsettled him.
"Yes, Kieran," I sighed. "Don't tell me you've got bad news, too."
"Yes, Dad," he nodded.
I pointed at the settee. "Well, what is it?" I grouched. My little fit of pique had passed but I was now well in character.
"I've, er, had a slight accident," he said, refusing to meet my eye. I didn't know whether his apprehension was real or feigned.
"Accident?"
"Er, yes. With the car."
"You've smashed up my car?"
"Well not 'smashed', exactly, but it's got a few dents."
"What happened?" I sighed.
"You know that corner with the big tree? I missed the corner. Unfortunately I didn't miss the tree."
"So you ran head-on into a tree?"
"Well, not quite head-on. I didn't miss the corner by much. It's only the back end that's a bit damaged."
I threw my hands up in disgust. "What am I to do with you? I can't even trust you to drive down the road properly. You need to be taught a lesson. You can join your sister in her punishment."
Margo chose that moment to come over.
"Hello, dear," I said. "You'll never believe what these two wicked children have done. Is dinner nearly ready?"
Margo shuffled from foot to foot, eyes downcast. "I'm afraid not. I burnt it."
"How did you manage that?"
"I was so busy listening to you and the kids, I forgot about it."
I jumped to my feet. "That really is the end. I come in from a hard day at work hoping for some peace and quiet and what to I find? My daughter has come home drunk, my son has crashed the car and my wife has burned the dinner. I won't have it, I tell you. I'm going to teach you all a lesson you won't forget in a hurry." I waved the paddle around threateningly. "I want you lined up behind that settee, knickers and pants down in thirty seconds. Now move?" They hurried to obey. "Bend right over and lean on the seat."
Three bottoms were presented for my pleasure. Two rounded female ones still covered by skirts flanking one naked male one. I was still having a bit of trouble with the idea of spanking Kieran but I had agreed so…
I stepped up behind Margo and began to pull up her skirt.
"You'd be better to remove those trousers completely," I murmured to Kieran.
He flashed me a grateful smile and pushed his trousers clear of his ankles. His long slim cock was already half erect. I turned my attention back to Margo. Slowly I eased her skirt up over her hips. She was trembling and breathing heavily. I placed my hands on the backs of her thighs and slid them up over her bottom lifting her skirt at the same time. I squeezed the soft flesh, pressing my fingers deep into its elastic resilience. She clenched her buttocks tightly and gave a deep sigh.
Having exposed Margo's bottom, I turned to Gemma. I hesitated for a moment then gave a mental shrug. Placing my hands on the backs of her thighs I raised her skirt in the same way I had Margo's. She jumped when she felt my touch then relaxed and wiggled her bottom as I cupped her cheeks. She twisted her head around and mouthed, 'nice'. I felt a strange ambivalence, touching up my daughter.
I stepped back to survey three attractively bare bottoms. They all knew what was about to happen and the anticipation was making them twitchy: knees rubbed together, cheeks tightened, hips wriggled. I picked up the paddle, slapped it against my palm and gave a few experimental swishes to test its weight. It was quite heavy and I felt I should not be too forceful lest I cause some unexpected damage.
But first, I had to finish acting out the scene. I stepped up behind Margo and brought the paddle down sharply on her bottom. It left a broad pink band across her cheeks with white circles where the holes had been.
"That's for burning the dinner," I growled.
"Owww," she yelled, doing a little jig of pain.
I repeated the process with Kieran and Gemma. Kieran didn't cry out but he drew a sharp, hissing breath and clenched his buttocks tightly. Gemma did cry out - loudly - and jerked her head up and kicked up her heels as the paddle stung her soft cheeks.
Very quickly I gave each of them a gentle pat. "And that's because I really love you," I said in a quieter voice. And it was true. At this moment I loved them all.
Play-acting was over. It was time to get on with the real purpose of the evening. I gave Margo a moderate blow and left the paddle against her bottom for a moment. I repeated this with Kieran and Gemma. All three sucked in deep breaths, their bottom's churning nicely. To keep them on tenterhooks, I then varied the order, sometimes giving two blows to one person and none to the next. They started to flinch in anticipation of the blows, which I then deliberately withheld. They had their heads down and couldn't see each other. They could only hear the smack of wood on flesh as one of the others felt the bite of the paddle and they couldn't anticipate whether they would be the next recipient or not. In between I stripped off my clothes, leaving longer periods between blows as I removed my shirt or shoes or trousers.
Before long a delicate aroma filled the room - the aroma of women in heat. That was the sign I had been waiting for. I tapped Kieran on the shoulder and nodded when he glanced up. He straightened, wincing as he rubbed his stinging bottom but smiling broadly just the same. His long, slim cock stuck out stiff and straight.
I urged Margo to shuffle round until she was bending over the arm of the settee rather than the back and gestured for Kieran to do the same with Gemma. His smile broadened. The girls were now facing each other across the settee with Kieran and I poised behind them.
I placed my palms flat on Margo's bottom, feeling the heat against my skin. I pulled her abused cheeks apart and dragged my cock slowly down the crevice between them. She flinched as the tip touched her rear hole. I wasn't sure if it was in fear that I would shove it in, or anticipation. I prodded gently between her thighs and she obligingly shuffled her feet apart to give me free access to her cunt, her lacy panties stretching into a thin band at her knees.
I couldn't figure her out. Last week she had been very much in control, setting the tone and pace of our love-making and had started this evening the same way. Now, suddenly, she seemed almost docile, content to let me take the lead.
She was wet. I could feel her wetness against the tip of my cock as I eased it in between her labia and prodded around until I found the entrance to her vagina. I pushed in a short way then pulled back until only the glans was still inside. I gave a few short jabs, not penetrating her deeply. She moaned in frustration and pushed back. Holding her hips, I kept just the tip of my cock inside her. Then I drove fully into her, burying myself up to the hilt and, just as quickly, withdrew. She hissed and waggled her hips. I was enjoying teasing her. I dived in and out again then repeated the short jabs manoeuvre. Her frustration was almost palpable. Very slowly and very deliberately, I pushed forward until I was fully embedded. The heat from her bottom warmed my groin. Just as deliberately I pulled back out until I was only just inside her. I dug my fingers sharply into her sensitive cheeks. She cried out and tried squeeze her vagina around my cock. Still clasping her cheeks I stared to screw her rhythmically.
I looked up to see Gemma staring at me fixedly with an expression of total lust. When she saw me looking at her, a slow smile spread across her face. It was so shockingly and mesmerically animal that I faltered in my ploughing of Margo's furrow. She looked up to see what was wrong and also got caught in Gemma's gaze. Kieran glanced up and caught sight of his mother. Of course, I couldn't see Margo's expression but, by the look of astonishment on Kieran's face, it must have been quite something.
Suddenly we seemed to be in almost telepathic communication, four people caught up a single lust. The electricity between us was almost tangible. Unconsciously I began to pound Margo harder, driving my cock in and out in long, powerful strokes. Kieran caught the rhythm and matched it. I don't think he was even aware he was doing it. Our thighs smacked against the girls' bottoms driving them forward across the settee and forcing them to brace themselves firmly.
The ladies seemed unaware that, every time Kieran and I drove into them, they were forced forward. They seemed unaware of our thighs and bellies slapping against their painful bottoms. I could feel my excitement rising and, at the same time, was aware of the other three. We seemed to be simultaneously waiting for each other and egging each other on.
And then we were there. I knew the others were about to cum. I felt my balls tighten and the cum bubble up. At the same time I could feel Margo's cunt clench around my cock and Gemma start to shudder as Kieran thrust forward, the muscles in his neck taut as hawsers. We came with groans and cries and moans. My cum spurted with almost painful intensity as Margo's cunt clutched at my cock. Gemma had her eyes closed and her smile was almost beatific. The moment of bliss seemed to last an instantaneous eternity then we tumbled from nirvana and collapsed over the arms of the settee in a panting, moaning pile.
It was several moments before we could move, and then reluctantly. We fumbled our way over the settee and sat, Margo on my knee and Gemma on Kieran's, while we slowly recovered.
"Whew," Gemma exclaimed after a while.
I looked over at her and grinned. "Enjoy that?"
She grinned back. "You betcha. That was so intense."
Margo snuggled into my neck. "Can we do that again?"
"What? Already? You're insatiable, woman," I growled.
"Only for you," she murmured.
"But my heart belongs to another," I said, making my tone light-hearted.
"I know," she sighed. "Such a pity."
Kieran said nothing. His eyes were closed, almost as if he was asleep, but for his hand gently stroking Gemma's smooth flank.
Eventually we stirred ourselves and made reluctant preparations for leaving. At the door, Margo drew me into her arms and gave me a searing kiss, her tongue half way down my throat.
"You'll be here next week?" she asked, her body pressed tightly to mine.
"Only if you make it worth my while," I said, jokingly.
"Oh, I will," she replied with an almost frightening intensity.