Copyright 2021 by Kristina Katyn and Peter242
Kristina is out of practice and the poor quality of her cleaning leads to
punishment
Author's note: I wrote this story together with my friend Peter242 as a follow up to our earlier Kristina stories. He has written other stories too, all as Peter242. In real life, I have worked as a cleaner and housekeeper for a number of lovely families and hard-working single professional ladies, ranging from doctors and professors to fashion models and teachers. I came to love cleaning work and I used to think up fantasies to relieve the tedium and physical effort. You never know what your own cleaning girl may be thinking about! My cleaning jobs paid my way through college and though now professionally qualified I still clean in my spare time for my ex and a small number of favourite clients, because I came to know them so well, and they like having me clean for them. This story is based at least in part (!) on my own experiences. We hope you enjoy it.
As Kristina stepped down from the bus and walked along the street, she was just thrilled that she had managed to get back home to the big city after such a long stay away during COVID lockdown. She really appreciated the fact that her relatives had let her stay with them on their farm in the countryside because there was lots of open space there and wonderful views compared to the restricted views along an identikit street from her own home in London. She had had to do quite a bit of helping out for them to justify her stay, of course, when not working remotely from her bedroom, but at least now she could get back to what she saw as her long-term calling, which was domestic service.
Kristina was wearing her cleaning uniform as she did for all her cleaning jobs,
mainly black with bits of white here and there and a hem just below the knee,
partly disguised by a blue and white shawl, but anyone who saw her walking
along knew what she was, which was a low-class cleaner and housemaid.
Kristina never minded that though, as being identified by passers-by as a
domestic enhanced her feeling of being a low-status menial worker, which was
the feeling that she most craved. Kristina longed for the permanent
simplicity of servitude as a way to escape the responsibility and stress of her
intellectually and politically complex in-house legal position, and constantly
dreamed about scrubbing kitchen floors and hanging up laundry in the houses of
her betters, and of being reduced in status to the lowliest of the low, a
domestic cleaner, a cleaning lady, a maid, a servant, a skivvy.
