The private Tutor

I was utterly dumbfounded and shattered when the Headmaster, having pulled me
out of my class in the middle of the morning session told me that a complaint
had been made by the parents of a student, that I had raped their fifteen year
old daughter the previous afternoon after school hours in a deserted class room.
She had apparently arrived home from school in a distressed state, and after
examination at the local hospital the fact that she had been raped was quickly
confirmed.
The Headmaster told me that he wanted me off the premises as soon as possible,
and that he hoped that I would spend a long long time in jail, and he would make
sure that I would never ever teach young people again. The police were waiting
for me outside his office, and I was then formally arrested, and taken to the
police station where I was asked to make a statement. I was medically examined,
and I had to give a sample for DNA testing. I could say nothing more in my
statement other than the whole story was a complete fabrication, and that I had
never had any contact with the young lady, other than as her teacher. I was not
given bail, until the next morning, when an embarrassed policeman confirmed that
there was plenty of DNA evidence, but it was definitely not mine, and so the
likelihood of any charges being brought were now extremely remote.
After going home for a shower and a meal I went to school, confident that I
would be re-instated, but the Headmaster who seemed highly embarrassed and very
subdued told me to clear my locker, and leave the premises. During this process
I was verbally attacked by two other staff, and one teacher actually struck me
in the face. She was pulled away before I could retaliate. When I told them that
I was not being charged as the evidence did not support the girls allegation,
they looked a bit shamefaced and left the staff room without making any form of
apology. I had a brief interview with the union representative and then went
home.
The deputy head called to see me a couple of days later then told me that the
Headmaster had been reprimanded, and suspended by the Chairman of the Governors
for handling the situation so indiscreetly, but now the problem was, that
because he had released a press statement naming me as the rapist, it had been
decided that I should stay suspended on full pay for the time being until the
governors had time to review the whole situation, and to let the while incident
die down to avoid further embarrassment to the school.
Sitting at home with all this hanging over me I was well on the way to becoming
a physical and emotional wreck. I spent mist of my free time just slumped in the
chair staring at the four walls of my living room. I could not conceive of any
logical reason why the girl had named me as her attacker, and the fact that I
had been abused and physically attacked by some of my colleagues in the staff
room was almost as frightening to me as the accusations themselves.
I had been so happy to get this job at one of the top sixth form colleges in the
city. I had worked at a couple of schools before, and my new appointment at a
higher grade seemed to have been a reward for my previous successes. I had
always tried to make my lessons interesting, and as practical as possible. I
loved teaching in an innovative way, and my students seemed to enjoy my teaching
methods as well.
At 25 I was very fit and I seemed to be well on my way to the higher echelons of
the profession. Rickelhurst Grammar was an all girls college. The students were
all in the age range sixteen upwards, and I was under no illusion as to the
dangers of teaching teenage girls. I was scrupulous in ensuring that I had never
been alone or in any compromising position with any student in my short time at
the school.
The class I had been teaching that afternoon of the alleged incident were a very
lively bunch when the mood took them. I knew that we had one or two glamour
pusses in the group, and they would if given the opportunity take full advantage
of having a male tutor to show off too. The girl who was accusing me was a new
student, and seemed to be very popular with other girls. She had never caused me
any problems until now, and I was absolutely amazed to find that I was being
accused by her.
During the next week my car was vandalized, and abusive slogans painted on my
house after dark and my situation was made worse when my neighbours had
obviously heard the rumours, or had read the allegations in the local papers had
completely ostracised me. Even my local newsagent asked me to take my business
elsewhere. I was surprised that even a retraction in the local evening paper by
the governors stating quire definitely that the Headmasters press release had
been wrong, and that I had been cleared of all charges and all suspicion, had
little effect on public attitudes towards me.
Then one afternoon I had a knock on the door and I opened it to find a man who
told me he was the regional union representative of NATFE the lecturers union.
He told me that there were many doubts now arising about the validity of the
girls statement. The hospital examination had showed evidence of bruising and
she had obviously been raped, but the DNA from the semen was definitely not
mine, and now together with my statement and denial, her story had to be closely
questioned.
However, the question of my re-instatement had to be a decision for the
Governors. If I was not re-instated the union would support me by taking the
case to an industrial tribunal to claim unfair dismissal. He further said that
the way in which my suspension had been handled by the Headmaster, had brought
criticism from the governors and his position as Headmaster was now looking very
perilous. He had in their opinion made the school liable for an action of libel
and slander in the way he had publicized my suspension.
I knew however in my heart that the damage had been done and that I had no
future at the school. I knew people would say there is no smoke without fire”
and that would be the thought that would dominate many peoples minds, and I
would never be trusted by staff or the parents of students again. Apart from
that, I could never consider ever working with the staff who had orally and
physically abused me, or with the Head teacher who had been so personally
vindictive towards me, and had obviously made my situation and that of the
schools so much worse.
On the following Friday I had just finished looking through the Times
Educational Supplement, searching in vain for suitable teaching posts, but in
fact I was despairing of ever finding another job in teaching, because I knew
that the allegations would follow me, and in any case my confidence was at such
a very low ebb that the thought of putting myself in a similar situation again
was rather frightening. In frustration I had tossed the paper to the floor in
utter disgust. I was seriously debating joining the Army Education Service when
the telephone rang. There was a lady on the telephone, and she asked. Is that
Mr. Tony Nash.?”
“This is Mr. Tony Nash.“ I replied. “What do you want?.”
“Are you looking for a job?“
“Who is asking?
“This is Lady Anne Amersham.
Thinking straight away that I was being set up by some weird practical joker.
“I am sorry but you have the wrong number My days in teaching are finished.”
Before I could put the phone down the voice said.
“ Hello Mr. Nash. Just go and look out of your window and you will see my car
parked outside.”
Curiosity won in the end, and I pulled the curtain back and saw a slim blonde
young lady I did not recognise, standing by a large black limousine with a
mobile phone in her hand. She waved at me.
So I told her “OK you win, I will open the door.”
As she walked in I realised my mistake, so I apologised. I told her It’s just
the bad company I keep and the fact that I had been the subject of quite bit of
anti social behaviour by some people.
She laughed. “That’s alright Tony. I really am Lady Anne Amersham and I was
given your name by a friend of mine who is a governor at your school. I am
looking for a private tutor for two wayward but thoroughly loveable young girls.
One is seventeen and one is sixteen. Their father is dead, and they have both
been expelled from private schools for misbehavior, and now I can not find any
other school in my price range which will take them. We have had two private
tutors, both ladies, and one lasted a week the other disappeared after 24 hours,
so you will know its not an easy job I am offering you.”
“You can not be their mother – you are too young?“ I said almost without
thinking.
“Thank you. No, I am their older sister and both our parents are dead. I married
his Lordship and he became their stepfather but he fell of his horse during a
local hunt meeting and now he is dead as well.”
“What sort of behaviour are you talking about?” I asked my curiosity aroused.
“You name it, and they do it including a charge of attempting to seduce one of
their male tutors”
“You obviously know that I am suspended for allegedly raping a student at my
last school.”
“Yes, I know all about that, but I also know that the allegation has been proved
to be wrong, and they are in a quandary about what do about you now, but you are
my last hope. Look Tony, I know the girls are not saints, far from it. They
frankly are a pair of young tear -aways, so I am prepared to accept my friends
word, she is a school governor and she assures me that you are an OK sort of
guy, and that you are a good teacher. As long as you can give them some sort of
education – I believe my friend, and I am prepared to trust you.”
“Wow that’s some statement, but I assure you in my case I was totally innocent
and my Union and my lawyers will be fighting it.“ I said, as my mind was busy
digesting the offer she had made.
“Yes I know but the main thing is that my friend who is a governor at your
school, said some of your teaching methods were a little unconventional, but
they were very effective, and very popular with the students, and they brought
good results. She also said you were quite a nice person, and that everything
points to the fact that someone has set you up.”
I told her “My future is very much in doubt and I am prepared to give it a
months trial, if we can agree terms. When do you want me to start?” I asked my
curiosity aroused, and spurred on by my desperate need to find work and at least
salvage my self respect.
“The salary is no problem. We will pay you the same as you are getting now,
including all your meals and accommodation. Can you start tomorrow? How long
will it take you to pack?”
It did not take long to pack, and within an hour I was sitting in the back of
her chauffer driven limousine on the way to her home at Endelshome Park. The
very attractive blonde Lady Anne Amersham sitting by my side and I talked for a
long time, and then as we went round a corner her body slumped sideways against
mine. I looked down and Lady Anne seemed to be fast asleep, I lay her head on my
lap, and I pulled a rug over her legs to keep her warm, and I put my arms
loosely round her body to steady her and stop her falling off my lap as we went
over a few bumps on the country roads.
It was about an hour later that she awoke as the car slowed down to go over a
cattle grid at the entrance to her estate, that she sat up with a start and
said. “I am so sorry Mr. Nash.” I laughed and said
“ I’m not sorry, there is nothing like having an attractive woman in your arms
to boost ones ego, and please Lady Amersham call me Tony if I am to be working
for you.”
Agreed as long as you call me Anne.” She replied.
On arrival a butler saw my case was taken to my room and lady Anne took me into
the dining room for a snack meal and then into the lounge where we had a few
drinks and together started to go through the details of my contract. I think I
was so pleased at getting employment and finding someone who trusted me that I
drank much more than was normal for me.
The next morning I woke early, as always, but today it was the whine of the rain
and wind attacking the eaves of the house, that must have woken me as well as
the strange surroundings. As I moved my body slightly to take in my new
luxurious surroundings I gradually came to I suddenly realised that I was stark
naked, and then I also realised I had a warm body lying on top of me. Lady
Anne’s head was laying on my chest, her blonde hair cascading over my shoulder.
Her right arm was across my naked body and my own hands were still wrapped
protectively around her back, my fingertips against her smooth skin.
I groaned miserably as the events of the previous evening came flooding back. My
head was aching and I was trying to figure out what I had done the night before,
I realised that I had probably fouled up my new job, and I had probably had
unprotected sex with my new boss. The slight amount of light filtering through
the drapes marked the beginning of the daylight hours. Lady Anne, feeling me
stir, opened her own eyes and looked up at me.
“Hi, lover” she said meekly, giving me a warm smile.
“Hi, my lady ” I said, finding it difficult to look her in the eye.
“That was the best I’ve slept for a long time.” She said stretching her arms,
and letting the bedclothes fall away to reveal her naked breasts.

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