For those unaware, during the days of censorship, Lady Chatterly's Lover, though a best-seller, was not exactly available in authoritative works. Often, the clandestine publishers of the day would embellish certain portions of the novel--and they weren't the parts where Lawrence mourned the infertility of modernity.
Around the same time, you had sub-versions of the book, which took the same sort of plot, had a groundskeeper on hand to snag the lass, and--well, but in this case, not only could the lord of the manor still get it done, but he'd have a few friends over, and some peasants might show, and there'd be whipping.
Offered as an historical example of a lost genre.
Same book also known as "Groundskeeper and The Lady."