The Discipline of the Governess

Dismissed from school for the crime of selfabuse, Master Edward returns to
Victorian London in disgrace, to the home of the aloof, ancient father from
whom he so looks forward to inheriting. There, however, the sensitive,
delicate lad finds that his former governess has been replaced by a
disturbingly lovely blackhaired young lady scarcely older than himself and yet
infinitely more selfassured. Miss Violetta already knows precisely why the boy
has returned and since she can tell, she explains haughtily, that what passed
for discipline and education at his previous school were woefully inadequate,
she will see to both most painstakingly. The way to overcome temptation, Miss
Violetta tells him with her dark eyes simmering, is not to turn and run but
instead to face it squarely. To this end, with all of the rightful powers of
her unquestioned office, the impeccably blackgarbed governess will tease and
tantalize and torment the poor boy endlessly. From the time that her special
assistants, the smirking redheaded twins Janey and Jenny, bathe and shave the
cringing lad every morning to the moment he is put away at night, naked and
available for inspection in quarters right next to those of the gloatingly
superior Miss Violetta, the disobedient young gentleman reels offbalance and
unsure and confused. It is all in the highsounding name of discipline and
morality, of course, and Edward cannot help but obey. Yet from the closed and
shuttered chambers of the redwallpapered mansions of the most respectable
families, through the fogshrouded back alleys of soot and grime and sin, to
the sweetsmelling haze of languorous opium dens, Edward soon realizes that
before being taken in hand by the merciless Miss Violetta, he had not really
even suspected the true meaning of discipline…nor of utter and abject
submission.