Thursday, January 2, 2020

Story: Veronica and Aunt Miranda. Chapter 9.

by Jackie J

Mid afternoon following Jekaterina’s meeting with her housekeeper Ronnie was polishing the banisters of the rear staircase when she heard her Mistress's voice behind her and turning awkwardly on the stairs was mid curtsy when she froze.

“Mistress?”

Jekaterina chuckled at the expression on her maid’s face having seen her dressed like she was.

“Someone might think you hadn’t seen a maid before girl! A good fit, don’t you think? Mrs Ryder sorted it out for me. I cannot see you struggling on your own like this.”

“Come here, Ronnie.”  

The two embraced and kissed then parted.

“Mistress, you shouldn’t. Look at you! Oh, Mistress ,you look like... You know, before at Lowercroft.”

Walking up to the half-landing at the turn of the stairway Ronnie stood back and admired her Mistress.

“Your uniform, it fits so well!”



Jekaterina lifted her skirts and apron to display her underwear and stout laced boots and giggled.

“Yes, Mrs Ryder provided me with everything. A surprisingly good fit I must say. A perfect maid, just like you.”

Ronnie giggled and adjusted her Mistress's lace cap.

“Don’t let Mrs Ryder catch you without your cap being straight or you will be for a spanking.”

The two got busy to work finishing polishing the banisters then went to strip the linen from the bed in the chambers.

Jekaterina laughed and tossed Ronnie onto the stripped bed starting to caress her. Ronnie wriggled to free herself.

“Don’t! What if Mrs Ryder catches us, finds us together? And I need to get my work finished.”

A teasing press under Ronnie’s skirts and she moaned.

“No no, oh, Mistress!”

The added excitement of the Mistress of Kingsley dressed in a maid’s uniform was not lost on either of the squirming women. Caps, aprons and dresses strewn on the floor with their crumpled underwear, the still booted pair satisfied each other’s needs with rampant, carefree, lustful enthusiasm. 

Laid in the afterglow of their exertions Jekaterina fondled her maid’s breast, thumbing her nipples and placing soft kisses to her neck.

“Ronnie, you little minx. Do you like your Mistress being a maid for you?”

Ronnie squirmed and swooned to her mistress’s sensitive and seductive touch having forgotten but now remembering the work she had abandoned for her pleasures.

“Yes, Mistress. But Mrs Ryder, she will be back. She can’t find us like this. And the laundry. And  the rugs in the hallway need cleaning. And the evening meal, the vegetables need preparing. She will go mad if it’s not done. Come, we must get dressed. I, sorry I mean we need to finish my work.”

Jekaterina rolled onto her side pawing at her leaving maid and softly moaned.

“Mrs Ryder? I am the Mistress at Kingsley, not Mrs Ryder. Come back to me, girl.”

The clatter of coach wheels and braying in the rear yard made Jekaterina sit up quickly and slide off the bed to join Ronnie wriggling into their underwear and uniforms. Jekaterina giggled at each of them dressing in haste. Ronnie was in less humorous mood: she knew how strict Mrs Ryder could be.

“Quickly, Mistress, quickly! I will get this washing down to the laundry. I can make up the bed later, you go back to the rear stairs and continue to polish the banisters.”

Jekaterina was caught up in the moment, although the mistress of the house, dressed as she was she found the nervousness of her maid infectious and she scurried across the landings gripping her skirts and apron to the rear staircase. Slightly out of breath she picked up a rag and the pot of bee’s wax and smeared a generous dollop onto the woodwork and stared to rub. Jekaterina’s ears pricked up hearing Mrs Ryder’s raised voice near the kitchens, then the sound of slapping flesh and Ronnie’s squeals. Why did she not just go down the stairs or go back to her chambers and change out of the maids regalia she was wearing? Instead she just kept rubbing and dare not look up hearing Mrs Ryder climbing the staircase towards her.

“Mistress?”

Jekaterina looked up rather sheepishly into the angry face of Mrs Ryder.

“Well, so this is you helping the maid, is it? Helping her to a tanned backside no less. Mistress of this household or not you should be ashamed of yourself. You agreed to help your maid until I find a replacement and this is how you reward her and me? I found you that uniform, underwear, boots and everything, hoping that would help you, and this is the thanks I get? And where is your cap? Well, girl, speak! Where is your cap?”

Jekaterina stood astonished at her housekeeper berating her. Why didn’t she stand up to Mrs Ryder, remind her who she was speaking to? And being called a girl?! Jekaterina was thinking of poor Ronnie who had obviously been punished. She had let her down. And Mrs Ryder, she had agreed to help and had in fact done the opposite. Standing nervously - being dressed in a maid’s uniform did not help either - and feeling genuinely intimidated by her housekeeper, she touched her hair feeling for her cap and then mumbled a response.

“In my chambers. I must have left it in my chambers. We stripped the linen, it must be there.”

Mrs Ryder could not have wished for better. She knew that when left alone her Mistress, especially dressed as she was and in her own chambers with her maid, would have not have been able to resist the temptation and of course work would not be done. Mrs Ryder pushed on seeing the nervous state of her Mistress.

“You agreed to help my maid. I put you into the uniform of a maid so hopefully you would behave like a maid, think like a maid and work like a maid. In my chambers? Let me correct you. You left your cap in the Mistress's chambers. Is that not correct?”

Jekaterina shrugged her shoulders. It made sense in a roundabout way and with Mrs Ryder’s continued stern tone, her angry demeanour and her own feeling of remorse for letting Ronnie down and getting her punished she agreed.

“Yes, that’s right. In Mistress's chambers.”

Mrs Ryder smirked.

“Leave the polishing, get your cap and go down to the kitchens. I will see you and the other maid down there shortly.”

Returning to her chambers Jekaterina found her lace cap by the bed and clipping it to her hair she caught her reflection in the mirror. What was she doing?

Down in the kitchen she found Ronnie peeling potatoes, marks of tears on her cheeks and her bloomers hung on a rail by the sink.

“What did she do to you Ronnie? Mrs Ryder, what did she do?”

Ronnie did not stop her feverish peeling and sniffled.

“She was right. I deserved it. It’s my own fault. This should all be finished, prepared and cooking.”

 Jekaterina grabbed Ronnie’s wrist.

“Stop, stop I said. What did she do to you before I came down? I am your Mistress, Ronnie. Tell me this instant!”

Just then the kitchen door opened and in strode Mrs Ryder and Ronnie shook free her wrist to continue her peeling.

Mrs Ryder walked to stand by the table speaking in an authoritative tone.

“She won’t tell you but I will. She was spanked and her bloomers hang there by the sink because she has yet to be punished further. But the reason she won’t tell you is that she is receiving a second punishment for the maid who should have been helping her and chose not to do the work prescribed to them both.”

Jekaterina felt a shivering chill run through her. Ronnie was going to be spanked again because of her.

“I am sorry, Ronnie. I really am.”

Mrs Ryder looked into her Mistress's thoughtful questioning eyes, a cynical smile on her face.

“That is unless that other maid chose to receive her own punishment, of course.”

Ronnie looked up from her peeling.

“No, Mistress, no you mustn’t. Don’t let her, you are the Mistress, Mrs Ryder is your housekeeper. Don’t. I don’t mind. I should be spanked. It’s my fault.”

Mrs Ryder sensed hesitation. Would her Mistress really submit to her, allow her to spank her? Surely not!

Keeping a stern tone Mrs Ryder pointed to Ronnie’s bloomers hanging on the rail - not a towel rail as Jekaterina thought but a punishment rail as she would learn later.

“Your remorse is creditable, Mistress, but if you feel so bad why don’t you slide those bloomers along the rail and put your own next to them?”

Ronnie’s peeling stopped looking at her Mistress then at Mrs Ryder.

“Don’t, Mistress, please don’t let her do this to you! Please don’t!”

Her bloomers on the rail and having been guided to the large leather armchair in the corner of the kitchen a firm hand on her back pressed her over its arm. The cold air on her buttocks when Mrs Ryder raised her skirts, made her shiver. Memories of her early days at Lowercroft flooded her mind and then the first stinging blow of her housekeeper’s palm slapped hard against bare flesh. 

Humiliation yes, pain a little, tears yes, anger? No her mind was scrambled. She deserved this, didn’t she? She had been the one who wanted fun with Ronnie, who had wanted to stop and get back to work before Mrs Ryder returned. Ten meaningful slaps to her tender backside left it crimson with a dull ache and Mrs Ryder let her punished maid’s skirts fall back over her glowing shame.

Jekaterina wobbled to her feet and headed to the rail to retrieve her bloomers only for Mrs Ryder to shout.

“No girl they stay there. This is a reminder of your punishment. Now help Ronnie with the preparation of dinner. Sit  and peel. You are the one who agreed to help so help.”

Jekaterina sat slowly on a chair at the table and picking up a knife began to peel.

Mrs Ryder left the kitchen and Ronnie stared at her Mistress and spoke in a conspiratorial tone for fear of being overheard.

“Mistress, what were you thinking letting her do that to you? In fact, why did you agree to help me at all? That woman may be in charge of me but you are the Mistress of Kingsley! Why did you let your own housekeeper dress you like me, like a maid, and spank you?” 

Jekaterina leaned towards Ronnie and kissed her cheek.

“I was thinking of you Ronnie. I could not see you punished for me, now that’s an end to it. Mrs Ryder told me she was meeting someone this afternoon who knew a maid she had in her charge before. She will be here to help you within a week, so you will have a proper maid to help you.”

Jekaterina giggled. 

“It’s a long time since I carried out my maid duties but that spanking brought all those memories back to when I started at Lowercroft. That Mrs Robinson knew how to get the best out of a maid as we both know, right?

Ronnie smiled.

“Well, I still think it was wrong of you being the mistress now, but thank you for doing what you did.”

The peeling done and pots coming to the boil Jekaterina wiped her hands on her apron and sighed then winked.

“I am going for a bath and to get changed for dinner. Sorry I wasn’t more of a help for you.”

Ronnie curtsied.

“It’s fine, Mistress.”

Jekaterina paused by the door then walked back across the kitchen and snatched her bloomers off the rail.

Ronnie frowned.

“No, Mistress, you must leave those there until tomorrow. You must.”

Jekaterina laughed stepping into the baggy bloomers.

“What, is the housekeeper going to spank her mistress again? I think not, Ronnie.”





4 comments:

  1. Very nice twist and continuation. Surely Mrs Ryder will not spank her again, it needs done regularly and it will be. Mrs Ryder will put the fear back into the former maid as she has forgotten her place.
    Isabella Ward

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  2. nice plot! interesting.. I didn't expect that jekaterina listen to her housekeeper, such a submissive girl..

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  3. omg, exceptional chapter! Mistress shadows her former self, slipping slowly back, very well told, ty
    -Cindy

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