Chapter 4: We Meet Margo and Kieran

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."