'Somehow, Harding divined my interest when I came across him and four other boys fondling each other's cocks and threatened to report them to their form master. He came round to the gymnasium tonight and complained about twisting his ankle and then, when I was going to manipulate it for him, he said he would prefer me – and I quote verbatim “to massage my cock, for we would both enjoy that more.”
He heaved a deep sight and concluded: 'That is about the long and short of it, my boys. I must thank you both for listening to me, I have never told anyone about all this before and I must say that I'm damned glad to have got it off my chest.' Whilst he was speaking, an idea was slowly forming in my brain. Dr Muttley had taught us that ancient Greek philosophers such as Plato and Aristotle held that punishment brought wisdom. However, when I mentioned this to my father, he shook his head and disagreed. He said that after visiting inmates in Gloucester gaol, he opined to the belief that the punishment meted out was often more brutal than the crime. His words echoed in my mind as I thought to myself that little good would come of Bunny Hare simply resigning and taking up a post at another school. Far better, surely, to find a cure for (again to quote my father) the maladjustment which has led him to offend in the first place. So, I held up my hand and said: 'Sir, before you give the headmaster your letter of resignation, would you permit Nugent-Bull and myself to tell one member of the staff of your affliction? I believe that she can help you. Even if you still feel it would be best to leave the Albion Academy, after her treatment, I'm sure you will never again feel tempted to indulge in shirt-lifting activities with little cock-teasers like Gordon Harding.' The sports master was nonplussed by my request and he stuttered: 'She could help me, you say? Who is it you have in mind, Dashwood?' 'I would rather not say at this stage, sir,' I replied slowly. 'For, in the unlikely event that I am mistaken and she feels she cannot be of assistance in this matter, it might cause her great embarrassment if her identity was made known to you.' By now George had cottoned on to my train of thought and urged Bunny to comply with my request. 'I know what Dashwood has in mind, sir and I give you my word of honour that there is no way that the lady in question would reveal a word of anything told to her in confidence,' he said. I followed up these words by adding: 'In all honesty, sir, you have everything to gain and nothing to lose.' Bunny lifted his head from his hands and looked me straight in the eye. 'Well, I dare say that's true enough-but tell me, Dashwood, why are you taking so much trouble about all this? Wouldn't it be easier all round if I simply resigned and left at the end of term? How do I know that you boys can be relied upon to keep your silence?' 'Of course we can, sir, you have our word, but I do urge you to place your fate in this lady's hands,' I said stoutly.
He shrugged his shoulders and said: 'Very well, Dashwood, as you say, what have I to lose?' I suggested that he should stay in his study whilst George accompanied me to make an appointment. (With Lizzie Dickerson, of course, although I took care not to mention her name in from of Mr. Hare.) 'We will be back with her decision very soon,' I said. George and I raced up to the sick bay where, by good fortune, Lizzie happened to be still on duty, dispensing some medicine to a second form boy who was complaining of a stomach ache.
'There, swallow this down, Thomson,' she said to the reluctant junior. 'Yes, it does taste rather foul but you're bound to feel better in the morning, especially after a good night's sleep – and next time don't scoff Mrs. Mimble's jam roly-poly so quickly. I'm sure that's the reason why you've had to come and see me this evening!'
She shooed him out and wagged a reproving finger at us as she said: 'Now what brings you two scallywags here? You aren't due for another lesson until Thursday afternoon. You have very quickly forgotten my philosophy that I should help the needy, not the greedy!'
'No, Lizzie, you have the wrong end of the stick,' I replied.
When I explained to Lizzie the circumstances which had brought George and I to the sick bay – i.e. to ask if she might be able to help Bunny Hare back on to the straight and narrow, she soon understood that we were not simply there to beg for an extra session of fucking. We went into Lizzie's office and sat down whilst she questioned us more closely about what our sports master had said to us. Then she declared: 'Well, from what you tell me, I'm sure that losing his unwanted virginity would do wonders for Mr. Hare.
'Now, don't think I am terribly 'down' per se on homosexuals. As the famous actress, Mrs. Patrick Campbell recently commented, mankind's efforts to enforce conformity and social morality has a truly disastrous record. Consenting adults should be free to do what they like to each other sexually, so long as they don't do it in the streets and frighten the horses. But, from what you tell me, I think that once dear Bunny has tasted the joys of straight fucking, he will have no further desire to continue with these foolish fumblings.'
'Yes, he needs the opportunity to release himself from his inhibitions as quickly as possible,' I said. 'Oh yes, the sooner the better.' Lizzie: enthused. 'Send him up here without further delay. George, in about twenty minutes time, would you be kind enough to escort Mr. Hare to my private bedroom whilst Henry assists me in preparing for his treatment.' 'By all means Lizzie,' said George, rising from his chair. 'Will you need me for anything else? If not, I'll go off afterwards to write a thank-you letter to my Aunt Mary and Uncle Martin for the postal order they kindly sent me for my birthday.' 'No thank you, my dear,' said Lizzie. When George was out of earshot, she also stood up and asked me to go with her into the bedroom. I followed her in, sat down on the bed and, in all innocence, asked what she now wanted me to do. Lizzie laughed aloud and said: 'Well, as I said to you, it is vital that Mr. Hare sheds all his inhibitions. Normally, I would suggest a gradual leading up to the moment of truth. When teaching someone to swim, one begins with exercises in shallow water, but in this case, we shall have to throw our student in at the deep end, so to speak. The best way to do this is to excite him to boiling point by a kind of instructional poses plastiques exhibition.' I understood the drift of her remark at once and said: 'With you and I as the performers, I presume?' She nodded and, with a mischevious grin, she set about unbuttoning her blouse. In no time at all, she had shrugged off all her clothes except for her knickers. My shaft soon thickened as I gazed up at the swell of her beautiful bosoms. She sat next to me on the bed and, when she kissed me and her probing tongue filled my mouth, my stiff cock began to throb in expectation of the delights to come. Lizzie slid her hands to the front of my trousers and wrenched off the belt as I fumbled with the buttons of my fly. Once I had torn off my trousers and pulled down my drawers, she grasped my hot prick with both hands, rubbing my shaft with such urgency that, almost immediately, I shuddered to a delicious climax and creamy white jism gushed out of my purple dome. 'Oh dear, that's rather a pity, I wanted a dress rehearsal as opposed to a proper performance,' she murmured as she looked down upon my limp prick. I reassured her that my cock would be in fine fettle again by the time Bunny Hare arrived. Whilst I recovered my strength I asked Lizzie if she cared to hear an amusing joke which Billy Goodall had told me a few days before. 'Please do, I always enjoy a funny story,' she said.
So I continued: 'Well, it appears that Lady Farnes-Harnes caught her old butler Jorrocks in flagrante delicto with a pretty housemaid and she sacked the girl on the spot. However, as she did not wish to lose her butler she warned him that he had better turn over a new leaf or he too would be dismissed from her service. But, later in the week, she discovered him in the conservatory buggering the page-boy: “Jorrocks! I thought you promised me that you would turn over a new leaf.” “And so I did your Ladyship,” he retorted. “Only I have begun at the bottom of the page!” This droll tale made Lizzie laugh and she said as she rolled down her knickers: 'Now, why don't you undress completely, Henry, it's so much nicer to make love in the nude.' I readily complied with her request and, within a minute, I was sitting stark naked on the bed and Lizzie was gently stroking my swelling shaft with her long, skillful fingers. Naturally, my love truncheon quickly regained all its former stiffness and then, suddenly, her tousled hair was between my thighs. I felt her tongue swirl wetly over the smooth surface of my uncapped helmet and then she opened her mouth wide and encircled my knob with her lips.