Anonymous - The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 1

I take my motto from the Salvation Army which helps the needy, not the greedy! Now, get dressed and go back downstairs before Mr. Hare decides to send out a search party for you. And speaking of Mr. Hare, this reminds me that I have not asked you about how we fared in the football match this afternoon. Presumably we were vanquished as usual, but I am sure you fought to the final whistle to make Beddinghurst work hard for their victory.' 'We fought to the final whistle well enough,' I said, as I pulled on my drawers. 'So much so, in fact, that Billy Goodall scored in the last minute and we beat those blighters from Beddinghurst by three goals to two.' Lizzie clapped her hands in glee at this welcome news. 'Oh, well done, boys, well done indeed! Dear Dr Muttley will be so pleased. Perhaps I shouldn't tell you this, but for the last five years, your headmaster has staked a small wager on the Albion Academy's teams with the headmaster of Beddinghurst, every time their two schools have met at cricket, hockey and football. To the best of my knowledge, this will be the very first time that Dr Muttley will not have forfeited his guinea.' Lizzie continued to shower her congratulations on us as George and I hurriedly dressed ourselves and when we were ready to leave, she said: 'Unless you hear from me to the contrary, I will see you again on Sunday afternoon. If for some reason, you find yourselves unable to keep this arrangement, let me know as soon as possible. If I cannot be contacted, you may leave a message with young Polly, the eldest daughter of Mr. Smeeth, the head gardener, at their cottage.'

My eyes shone at the mention of Polly Smeeth, for this seventeen-year-old blonde-haired beauty is admired by all the fellows in the senior school and also by Mr. Lewis, our Geography master. It is rumoured, she was recently seen going into The Three Tuns public house with him, in the nearby village of Willesborough. What a bonus it will be if the gorgeous Polly also involves herself in Lizzie Dickerson's valiant effort to educate the future rulers of the Empire.

Oh, the joys of fucking! George and I thanked our kind instructress and took our farewells. By the time we reached Trippett's Hall the crestfallen Beddinghurst contingent had left for the railway station and the housemaids were already clearing the tables.

Nevertheless, Bunny Hare had stayed to wait for our return and he sent George off to inform all the members of the team that there would be a training session next Wednesday afternoon. Then he swung his chair towards me and commented that my gait seemed much improved since the treatment given to me by Mrs. Dickerson. 'Lizzie Dickerson's an excellent nurse,' he said and then, to my surprise and with a curious look on his face, he added: 'And a fine figure of a woman too, don't you agree?' It was impossible to prevent my cheeks from colouring up a bright shade of pink as I replied with as much nonchalance as I could muster: 'Is she, sir? Yes, now I think of it, I suppose you are absolutely right.' 'I'm damned sure I'm right, just as I am equally certain that the presence of a female such as Mrs. Dickerson can undo the school's promotion of mens sana in corpore sano, a healthy mind in a healthy body, by meretricious attraction of the Sins of the Flesh,' he snapped. Then, pausing for a moment and speaking in a more gentle tone of voice, he went on: 'Henry, I would like to speak to you in the utmost confidence on a matter of extreme delicacy concerning Mrs. Dickerson. Certain tales have reached my ears about her behaviour that I find difficult to believe have any foundation.

However, there is rarely smoke without fire, and I have come to the conclusion that these stories should be investigated, if only to scotch these rumours and exonerate Mrs. Dickerson from any wrong-doing.' Oh Lord, I thought to myself, and I recalled the little lecture Bunny had given us at the beginning of term, to take a cold shower every morning to save ourselves from 'the evil of the solitary vice'. I realised that he would be very down on any hint of sexual hanky-panky. However, it was not simply to save myself from any embarrassment but because I firmly believe that Mrs.

Dickerson is performing a valuable service for scholars at the Albion Academy, that I decided to tell an untruth when Bunny asked: 'Do I make myself clear?' I nodded and replied with a casual shrug: 'Yes sir, but as I have not heard any such gossip myself, I don't see how I can help you.' Unfortunately, my denial did not cut too much ice with Bunny Hare who must have noted me blushing when he commented upon Mrs. Dickerson's physical attributes. 'Come now, are you quite certain that you have nothing to say about all this? I should inform you that only last week, I overheard a member of the fifth form boast that whilst he was laid up with influenza earlier this term, Mrs. Dickerson put her hand under the bedclothes for a purpose which it is hardly necessary for me to explain to you, he persisted.' No, it is quite unnecessary, but I'll lay odds you will not leave it there, I thought to myself, as I further recalled the relish with which the sports master had warned us against the dangers of impure urges. In all probability, this meant that in common with Reverend Jellicoe, Bunny would now begin to question whether I had experienced erections, suffered from nocturnal emissions, fantasised about naked girls or, worst of all, played with myself.

Therefore I knew what to expect when he delivered a short homily on the need to resist 'impure acts' and I resisted the temptation to smile when he assured me that the prowess of the football team would improve if we succeeded in keeping ourselves pure. It was on the tip of my tongue to inform him that every member of the side enjoyed the delights offered by Mother Thumb and her Four Daughters. Even more so in mutual fashion with a friend, as the practice is more pleasurable from someone else's hand. Wisely, I held my peace and hoped that my silence might persuade Bunny Hare that his suspicions regarding Mrs. Dickerson were unfounded. Then the bell rang to signal the start of evening prep and, realising that there was no further ammunition for his quest to be gained from me, he gave a heavy sigh, wished me a speedy recovery from my injury and left me to walk back, silently chuckling, to the fifth form corridor. Bunny isn't a bad old stick but he obviously suffers from this deadly disease of shameful feelings about his bodily functions. This makes me understand even more fully, how urgently the services of Lizzie Dickerson and her ilk are needed in our school. Johnny and George had already arrived and were sorting out their books when I opened the door of our study and entered with a self-satisfied smile upon my face.

Johnny took one look at my expression and exclaimed: 'Ah ha, here's Henry and he's also beaming like a cat that has stolen the cream. Don't take me for a muggins, you chaps, I wasn't born yesterday. So spill the beans and tell me what the devil you have been up to whilst I was taking tea with the rest of the team and our friends from Beddinghurst in Trippett's Hall?' At first we insisted that we didn't understand what he was carrying on about, but Johnny would not be denied. 'Pull the other one, it's got bells on,' he said with undisguised derision. 'I'm surprised at the pair of you, we've never kept secrets from one another in this study.' Johnny continued to press us so strongly that he put us in a dilemma. To George's and my shame, in the end, we broke our promise to Lizzie and related everything that had happened in the sick bay to him. Not surprisingly, as I expounded in graphic detail about how I had fucked Lizzie Dickerson, we were all soon sporting gigantic hard-ons and within a short time, the three of us had brought out our pulsing, erect pricks and started to fist our hands up and down our throbbing, stiff shafts. 'Henry, you do George with your hand whilst he does me and I'll do you,' suggested Johnny and we spent the next few minutes engaged in an orgy of mutual masturbation until we all enjoyed copious spends. Unfortunately, I mis-directed George's spurts on to the arm of our most comfortable armchair. The experience was far from being unpleasant but, since tasting the joys of a genuine fuck, I now realise how different are the ecstatic feelings engendered by the real thing. Be that as it may, when we recovered our composure, George and I demanded that Johnny swear a solemn oath to keep secret the information that he had prised out of us. 'Of course I will, you need have no fear on that score,' he assured us. 'Though in return I want you chaps to ask Mrs. Dickerson if she will enroll another pupil into her private class. After all, we are best chums, are we not? All for one and one for all, eh?' This was not an unreasonable request and I agreed to ask Lizzie on Sunday afternoon if, on another occasion, Johnny could join in our fun and games.