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Author: | John Glassco | |
Language(s) | English | |
Publisher | Grove Press | |
Released | January, 1967 | |
Pages | 251pp | |
Specs | 8.3 x 5.7 x 1.0 (4.8oz) | |
ASIN | B000H5NFUA |
Harriet Marwood is the archetypical governess -- tall, strong, statuesque, black hair severely drawn back, milk-white flesh, an intellectual brow, blazing grey eyes, ultimately desirable and ultimately intimidating. Her willingness to apply physical correction to the seat of the problem is matched only by her delight in doing so, for Harriet is the most dreaded of all governesses, a true sadist, and a sadist with a far-reaching agenda for poor Richard's future. She seizes upon his sexual naivete, and alternating severe discipline with manual release, possesses him completely.
The plot consists of Harriet slowly tightening her net and Richard making ineffectual attempts to escape her grand design. The discipline sessions, physical and psychological, are classic. The visit to the leather shop for the fitting of the whipping harness (with a considerate shield to protect Richard's crown jewels), his introduction to the martinet, and lots of canings are written to the highest standard. But Harriet's overwhelming ecstasy inflicting the punishments and relentless determination driving Richard into her trap make this a sinister work indeed. Is it erotica or horror? You decide. Whichever, it's superbly crafted and boys of all ages will shudder in their nightshirts when they hear Harriet's measured tread approaching their bedroom.
Amazon review website Updated: 2001 |
I first read this in my teens. Trembling, with bated breath. Consumed with yearning for my own strict Governess. I wonder how many boys (and men) like me there are. There's not another book like it. I searched for years. None. I'm a professional writer now. Corporate. I've decided to write a new, modern version. With more characters, incidents, and adventures. Eschewing stuffy fustian Victorian euphemistic modesty of the original. Embracing modern graphic Disciplinary realism. "Dr. Harriet Marwood, Therapist". Perhaps.