Chapter 6: Margo and Kieran Again

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 bet 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?"