Two find-outers , no dog, one truncheon.

Bets was bored. She sighed and looked around the common room.
"I'm bored," she announced to the room at large.
One of the other girls in the 6th form glanced at her and said, "Don't forget, we have that policman coming to give us a talk on 'Women in the Police Force' in a few moments.".
"Oooh!," said Bets, delighted. "I think that will be interesting! I used to solve mysteries on my holidays, with my brother and Larry and Daisy and..."
"...and Fatty and Buster the dog!" chourused the rest of the 6th formers. "WE KNOW!"
Bets laughed and together all the 6th trooped into the school hall and settled into a noisy bunch at the back of the room. Not, thought Bets, as noisey as the first formers. She remembered being a first former. When her father was sent abroad for his work, Bets and Pip were sent to boarding school. She hadn't been back to her village in six years, spending holidays with various relatives in different parts of the country, or in London when her parents managed to come back. She wrote letters to the other find outers, but the letters had been slowly getting less frequent. The old days when the find outers used to solve mysteries under the nose of Mr Goon, the village policeman, had faded into a dim memory. Now, she was a month of matriculating and would be attending university in scotland. she didn't know what she wanted to be yet. mabye the police talk would be useful to her.

A hush fell over the girls as two policeman mounted the steps of the little stage and walked towards the lectern. One was an older man who Bets found oddly familiar. The other walked like a younger man, and had bright red hair and a heavy pair of moustaches, so luxurious as to be amost funny. he was a heavyset man, his hat pulled down over his eyes. The older man with white peppered hair looked around the hall.
"Good morning, young ladies," he said. "My name is Chief Inspector Jenks."
Jenks! Bets sat up, openmouthed, as she stared at Chief Inspector Jenks. The find -outers old friend who looked after Petersbourough, who they'd helped solve mysteries for!
"We've come to talk to you about the possibilities of futures in the police force..." he continued, and talked for some time. He was an amusing talker, and the girls all appluaded with gusto when he'd finished.
As he was leaving, Bets rushed up to him.
"Chief Inspector Jenks!" she cried, "It's me, Bets!"
He grinned at her. "Ah, little Bets...or maybe not so little any more!" he said, taking her hand and shaking it. "Solved any mysteries lately? How about 'the mystery of the vanished hairbrush'. Or 'the mystery of the missing geometry book!' "
Bets laughed.
"I must introduce you to my sidekick...this is Constable...err...Fred...Frederson!"
C. Frederson took Bet's hand and shook it. "How do you do," he said and a squeaky little voice. Bets supressed a giggle.
Jenks gave her an unreadable look.
"I'm sure C. Frederson will be able to entertain you, I must go and speak with your headmistress," he said and abruptly took himself off.
Bets blinked, surprised. What was supposed to talk to this strange young policeman aobut? by now, everyone had left the hall and were no doubt tucking into cocoa and bread-and-dripping. It seemed rude to leave so she attempted to be polite.
"How long have you been a policeman?" she asked, looking up into his face. There was something disconcerting about the way he had his had pulled down low over his eyes.
"Not long," squeaked Frederson. He made a little sighing noise. "It's a lonely profession," he said sadly, looking at his shoes and rocking slowly on his feet. All his movements seemed eggagerated.
Bets starting feeling really strange watching him act, as though she'd seen this all before.
"And where do you work," she said, tryinig to see under his hat. her hand itched to twitch away the hat. There was somehting about that ginger hair that seemed...familiar.
"I work in a little village," sniffed Frederson. "It's very small. It's called....Goonsville."
"HUH!????" cried Bets, suspiciously.
The policeman started doing something very strange. He did a little tap dance and began to tug at his mustaches. they came of in his hand and he threw them at Bets. Then, still dancing, he tugged of his hat, revealing hair the colour of the same same tousled ginger wig that Fatty had used for years while pretending to be the butcher boy or the telegram boy. Frederson then pulled at his hair and it came right off, leaving underneath...
"FATTY!" squealed Bets, throwing down the moustaches and running and hugging him. "What on earth are you doing here?"
"Constable Fredrick Algernon Trotterville, at your service," grinned Fatty down at her, his eyes crinkling into a smile as they had always done.
"But why?"
"Oh, CI Jenks knew where i was posted and telephoned me to tell me he was giving a talk at your school," he said, "and we decided we'd see if you could still see through one of my briliant disguises!"
"Still the same vain old Fatty,'"smiled Bets.
"Not quite the same old Fatty," he said, his eyes darkened slightly. "I've been in the police force for a few years now, Bets, i've seen a lot. Things that CI Jenks used to protect us from back in the old days." He sounded troubled. Bets lay her hand on his arm.
"I've missed you, Fatty," she said looking up at him.
"Have you, Bets?" he said soflty, his hand stroking her cheek softly. She rather liked it.
"Fatty?" she said, feeling a very strange melty feeling she'd not felt before.
"Bets!" murmered Fatty, bending over her.
His lips met hers and Bets found herself having her first kiss from Frederick Algernon Trotteville, aka Fatty.
Bets had known for years that Fatty was important to her. When she got to school, and started watching how other girls behaved over film stars or head girls, she had recognised her feelings for Fatty as a schoolgirl crush. Subsequently, her letters to Fatty had become a little stilted. She was sligtly ashamed of the way she felt and had been telling herself for years that Fatty would never be interested in her, Bets. Though every time she used his second-best propelling-pencil (her most treasured posession), she would get a little wistful.
Here he was, kissing her, and she was being swept off her feet. Literally.
"Er, Fatty, where are we going?" she asked as Fatty carried her out of the building.
He answered with a soft laugh, and carried her towards the police van parked outside.
Flicking open the back door, he carefully laid her down on the carpeted surface, climbed in, and closed the door.
"Fatty!" murmered Bets, "I had no idea you felt like this.."
"It drove me mad waiting till you were old enough," whispered Fatty, as he pushed her down and slid his body over her. "and you'll find i'm not overly Fatty anymore...all that police work!"
"So i see!" said Bets admiringly, running her hand along his back and buttocks, feeling the hard muscle under his police clothes.
"Now young Bets," he continued, his fingers tweaking open her school blouse and deftly removing it, "I'm going to educate you in the police force. Again and again, i think, you're a slow learner..."
"I am not!" muttered Bets, breathing in in schock as Fatty got out his truncheon and began to trace it over her body. He let it rest between her legs, and deftly removed the rest of her clothing. He smiled down at her, and lightly ran a finger over her nipples as they stiffened.
"Are you going to get undressed?" she aksed, looking at his looming body in the dark police uniform.
"...i don't think so, young Bets...not this time..." Fatty leaned over her and pressed himself against her, kissing her deeply. He moved his mouth over hers, then dropped to her neck and caressed it with his lips. Bets squirmed slightly, and protested "But that's not fair..."
"no such thing as fair," said Fatty, fumbling at his belt for a moment. Bets saw something gleaming in his hands and gasped in shock as he pushed her arms up, held them firmly and snapped a pair of handcuffs on them. She tried to move them but realised he'd locked her to a bolt in the car.
"Fatty!"
"You need to call me Constable Trotteville," Fatty told her, bending over her breasts and teasing her nipples with his tongue. "Or else i might have to arrest you..."
She moaned slighlty. As his teeth grazed her she felt a tightening along her stomach, all the way to her groin, which ached in antipation.
"Constabel Trotteville, you are a very bad policeman," she told him but the look of rapture on her face belied her words. Fatty laughed softly and began to stroke her body with the truncheon.
"I've never used it for this before," he said, letting it's leather covered form tickle her body. "Only for threatening jewel theives and other criminals."
He bent his head lower and touched at her thighs lightly with his tounge. She moaned and he licked in longer strokes, teasing her as she writhed slightly. parting her legs with his hands, he arranged himself between them as she curled them around his body.
"Mabye it should be used for this more often," he said thoughtfully, taking the truncheon and beginning to stroke her with it.
Bets gasped with pleasure and raised her hips towards the trucheon. She looked down and could see Fatty watching her with a satisfied look on his face. As she watched, she could see him wetting the truncheon with his tounge.
"OH!" she cried with anticipation
"Oh indeed!" he replied, and bent his head, his tounge flickering over her waiting bud. She felt a wash of pleasure shoot through her and uttered a broken cry. He stroked her rthymically with his tounge, and then she felt him push his finger into her and stroke it in and out, softly at first, then harder and longer strokes.
She began to moan. She could feel the muscles in her legs contract with delicious pain, as she began to move with his timing. Then, she felt a coldness as fatty withdrew his fingers and began to push the truncheon into her. It was large and hard and she cried with pleasure, in choking sobs, as fatty worked it in and out, licking at her the whole time. Waves of utter ecstacy shot through her as her orgasm began to take hold of her body, and she moaned and writhed in time to the thrusting of the truncheon. It was exquisite and her body ached with pleasure that seemed to end and then shot back into her in waves of delight.
"stop...stop...enough," she gasped but Fatty just laughed and slowed down slightly so that she could catch her breath. "Oh, that's so good," she said, as he began to move again, nuzzling his mouth over her and pushing and pulling at the trucheon, so that she began to peak again in waves of pleasure.
Eventaully he slowed and finally stopped. She lay exhaused and sated, heavily breathing, with a look of pure relaxation and pleasure on her face.
"Fatty, Fatty," she murmered softly as he moved his face up her body and kissed her lightly on the lips. He looked very proud of himself and had a wide grin on his face.
"Though you forgot to call me Constable Trotteville," he said sternly. "I may have to punish you for that. Mabye tomorrow, I don't feel like punishing you tonight..."
"Tomorrow? But i'm at school, what do you mean?"
"I've got a posting in the village here," he told her, watching her face intently as his words sunk in. "You can come and see me whenever you can get away from work..."
They looked at each other and grinned and then he lowered his head again and began to kiss his way down her body again.
As she lay there, her legs around Fatty's neck, Bets thought briefly of the days that had passed. All that mystery solving, all Fatty's tricks and disguises, and she'd been the most impressed. She knew now that Fatty had gone out of his way to make her admire him because he's been fonder of her than she ever imagined. She wondered if he still had his paper boy outfit. She rather fancied seeing him squeeze into those little grey shorts again.
SHe grinned to herself. At least in the last few weeks of school, she would no longer be bored, not with a young, talented village policeman just down the road....