Chapter 10: A Meeting is Arranged

In some ways that evening marked a turning point in my life. At least, looking back I can see that it was. At the time I just felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I went into work the next day feeling almost carefree and even a request from my boss to stay on an extra hour didn't faze me. Marion kissed me passionately as we left for the club. "You can tell me all about it later," she whispered.

I left sporting an erection.

On the way, I filled Gemma in on the detail of what had happened between Marion and I.

"See," she exclaimed smugly. "I told you you didn't have to worry."

I sighed. "You're such a smart-alec."

She tapped the side of her nose. "I'm more like Mum than you realise." She paused. "Dad..."

"Yes, dear?" I knew that voice. She wanted something.

"Could we... maybe... invite them over or something?"

"Who? David and Kiri?"

"Yes and Janice and what's-his-name, too. The whole family."

"Sebastian. I don't know. Why do you ask?"

She sighed. "Oh, a whole number of reasons. I really like them and I'd like to get to know them better. The club is nice but it's... impersonal. And I'd like to meet Kiri's mum, she sounds nice. And I think it would help persuade Mum to come along if she was to meet them first."

"Do you want Mum to come with us?"

"Yes, it would be great if we were all together." She giggled and blushed. "This is very naughty but I want to see her and David making love."

I was shocked. How could Gemma think things like that? Part of me was hurt, too. Did she think I wasn't good enough for her mother; that David would be better? Did she think... ? I didn't know what she thought nor what had brought on this confession.

"Oh," I said as neutrally as possible. "What brought this on?"

She glanced at me, appraisingly. "I'm sorry. Perhaps I shouldn't have said that."

"You've said it now so tell me why."

She shrugged. "I don't know. But seeing you making love to Margo and Kiri and knowing you were watching me with Kieran and David made me start thinking. I always believed sex was something you did in private. But going to the club has changed that - not that I'd have sex in public but, between close friends and family... It's brought us closer together, too, hasn't it?"

I nodded. She was no fool, my daughter. "I agree, but what's that got to do with Mum?"

"Well," she giggled, "If being with you turns me on, just think what it'll be like if it's Mum? And, anyway, sauce for the goose and all that."

"Gemma, you're a wanton little hussy," I laughed. I hadn't really thought about the consequences of introducing Marion to the club but Gemma was right. Oddly, the idea of Marion and David making love didn't bother me. In fact it was slightly exciting. And, if Marion... "I have to confess I'd like to meet Janice," I said. "If she's anything like Kiri it could be... interesting."

"Who's the wanton hussy, now?"

"You think it would help - meeting them?"

"I know it will. Trust me."

"Hmm. I'm not sure inviting them to our house is a good idea. But we could do something together - go for a meal, perhaps. That way it's neutral territory so nobody feels threatened and if it doesn't work out we can just go our separate ways. Okay?"

"Cool." She put a hand on my thigh and squeezed. "You're the best, Dad. Love you."

"And I love you, Gemma."

I brought David and Kiri up-to-date with developments. David had a gleam in his eye when I described Marion's spanking. They both thought a family meal was a good idea.

"We've been wondering about something like that ourselves," he said. "And I would certainly like to meet the mother of such a charming young lady." He gallantly kissed the back of Gemma's hand.

"There, Dad, you see? I'm a charming young lady not a wanton hussy."

"Well, one out three, anyway." I grinned as she blew me a raspberry.

Kiri giggled. "Are you two always like this?"

"Oh, no," I said in a shocked tone. "Sometimes we're much worse."

"If I may continue," David said with mock severity. "Thank you. As I said, we've been thinking along the same lines as you. I agree the two families should get together but I'm not convinced a public restaurant is the best venue. After all, the purpose of the exercise is to encourage intimacy and convince our respective wives that our relationship is non-threatening. If anything, a restaurant is even less exclusive than here."

He was pontifical. It reinforced my suspicions that he was an academic of some sort. "Okay," I said slowly. "Do you have a suggestion?"

"As a matter of fact I do. I think a communal meal is an excellent idea. Food is sharing and people relax over a meal. But rather than an open restaurant, I suggest a private room. I know just the place and I think I could arrange it."

I glanced at Gemma who raised an eyebrow. Private rooms suggested function suites to me and they could hardly be described as cosy and intimate. But David seemed to know what he was talking about so I merely said, "Sounds fine. Do you have a date in mind?"

"I think it should be sooner rather than later. How about next Thursday? As it's our regular evening out and we could go there rather than here."

"The problem with Thursday is that there's work and school the next day."

"That's a problem?"

"Not especially. It's just that if we're all aware that we have to get up and go about our daily routines the next day, it might, er inhibit things, especially if it all goes well. Wouldn't Friday or Saturday would be better."

"Hmm. I know Saturdays are impossible. There's a four-week waiting list. Weekdays are much easier. However, I take your point. We must make sure there are as few impediments as possible to making this occasion a success. I'll try for Friday but it may be the week after next."

"That's sounds okay."

"You seem a bit hesitant. Is there a problem? It was your suggestion after all." He sounded a trifle tetchy.

There was. I had been so caught up with thinking about involving Marion that I had forgotten Connie. "Gemma, do you know if Connie has a competition?"

"She has one on Sunday, Dad. Then I think the next is three weeks later."

I turned to David. "I don't know if this is a problem or not but I don't want to involve Connie in this. She's only fourteen and, well, I don't think it would be right."

A flicker of disappointment crossed David's face but he mastered it quickly and said smoothly, "I quite understand. In that case perhaps we should leave Seb out as well. That way we can all relax and just go with the flow. Would that suit you?"

"Sounds fine." I was much relieved. I knew I was going to have to do something about Connie sometime but not right now. I idea of introducing Connie - only fourteen and still a virgin - to the delights of sexual spanking was one I couldn't even contemplate.

"So," David said, his good humour restored, "what now?"

An idea I had once seen in a porn film came to mind so I led him aside and whispered in his ear.

"Great idea," he grinned, clapping me on the shoulder.

As I went to find Felix to explain our requirements, I heard Kiri say, "So what's this great idea, Dad?"

"You'll see."

Kiri groaned. "Why do I get the impression I won't like this."

The room Felix suggested had a Turkish theme - Turkish, at least, as envisioned by generations of B-movie directors. From the walls and ceiling swathes of white net curtains hung in large loops. In place of beds there were divans and ottomans and dozens of cushions in vivid and exotic patterns. A selection of middle-eastern bric-a-brac was dotted about including a genuine wicker 'Ali Baba' jar and a thick patterned carpet covered the floor.

"Wow," Gemma breathed. "It's like some Arabic harem."

A sudden image of her in gossamer harem pantaloons flashed in front of my eyes and, involuntarily, I started to stiffen.

"Mmm," Kiri agreed. "I have some ideas about what we could do in here."

"You've always got ideas," I laughed. "But tonight it's my idea so clothes off, if you please."

While the others stripped, I piled cushions on an ottoman where David and I could recline comfortably and strewed some more on the floor for the girls. In a discreet cupboard I found the implements Felix had mentioned and managed to conceal them where they would be easily to hand. As I stepped back to admire my handiwork I felt a hand sneak round my waist and feel for my crotch.

"Aren't you a bit overdressed," Kiri's voice purred in my ear.

I felt behind me and encountered bare flesh. "Quite possibly," I replied. "Do you have any suggestions?"

For answer, her hand tugged at my belt buckle. As she dealt with my lower half, I pulled off my shirt. Having her attempt to remove my shoes and socks as I was pulling my shirt over my head was ludicrous in the extreme. I heard her mutter as I almost overbalanced and literally butted her. Naked, I turned to face her. She licked up the inside of one leg, walking her fingers up the back as she did so. Slowly, she uncoiled. She pinned my stiff cock against my stomach with one thumb as she licked up its length from balls to fraenum. She didn't linger. Her tongue trailed up my stomach and over my chest. She pressed as much of her body sinuously against mine as she could, her nipples rasping erotically against my skin as they followed her tongue over my cock and stomach. Fully erect, she licked up my neck and stood on tiptoe to lick up over my chin. The feel of her tongue and her breasts and her skin sliding over mine was intensely erotic. I had goosebumps all over. Instead of kissing me, she licked my lips in small rasping licks like a cat.

"If you don't stop that at once, I'm liable to fling you on the floor and ravish you," I said in a shaky voice.

She pouted sexily. "Spoilsport. And I thought you had wicked plans for me."

"Oh, I have, but you're deliberately trying to distract me."

"Who, me?" Her eyes were wide in mock innocence.

"Enough, you Jezebel," I laughed and pushed her away.

I arranged myself comfortably among the cushions on the ottoman, and indicated she was to kneel on the floor with her back to me with her head down and bottom up. For a long moment I admired the vision before me; the small, taut bottom thrust high in the air, the long, slender thighs, the exotic flower of her cunt already showing signs of her arousal. My cock stood up stiff and straight.

She twisted her head round to pout at me. "Are you going to sit there all night, O mighty Pasha?"

"I might," I said nonchalantly. "The view is certainly quite enchanting. Now face the front." She stuck her tongue out at me before obeying.

I reached under the cushions for the implement I had chosen. It resembled a riding crop but had a much longer 'flapper' made of supple leather. With languid motions, although I was feeling far from lethargic, I applied the instrument to her poised bottom. Half reclining as I was, I couldn't get much force behind the strokes. That, however, was not the point. Slow burn was the aim. I wanted to warm her gradually and build up the heat to such an intensity that she would... I didn't know what she would do but I greatly desired to find out.