Story: Sister to Maid

by Peter242 

I am Laura. I love, respect, and now happily obey, Hayley, my younger sister. Although, as the older sister, I had thought that I should be the one in charge when our parents unfortunately passed, it worked out differently.   

Hayley is twenty-eight, and I am thirty.   

We both have the title of, 'Lady,' given our birth into the titled family, and we both live at home on the family estate. Although our parents are, sadly, deceased, in our silver spoon financial position we have a full-time live-in maid, Emma, who is thirty-two. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, Emma at first had to take leave for three months. Since then, Emma has told us that she will be unable to return due to problems she has suddenly got.  

We got around that problem, though.  

We both have bedrooms about the same size, and both are en-suite. We buy expensive clothes and perfume, but I am actually quite happy with plainer clothes as I rarely go out as, for whatever reason, I don’t have many friends. Hayley does, and so goes out regularly.   

As Emma had looked after the house, and managed all of the grounds men, Hayley and I had plenty of free time. So, whilst Emma was gone for just three months, instead of employing another maid on a temporary basis, Hayley and I agreed to split all of the house duties. In fact, it was my idea, and Hayley agreed, what with me being the older sister. The house duties covered everything, such as shopping, cooking, washing the clothes, ironing, and the like, as well as cleaning.   

It quickly became clear that Hayley wasn’t happy with me telling her what to do. I knew that she was very competitive, and that became even clearer now. In fact, I could see that Hayley was trying to impose her superiority over me, when, during times when we weren’t doing our household chores, and would normally have just relaxed watching the TV, she insisted that we played games. 

 

We played chess, which I had taught her to play, but, even though I tried as hard as I could, she beat me every single time.  

We played several card games, all of which I thought I was good at, and, once again, she beat me every single time.  

Another way that she was competitive, was to get us to start crosswords or other puzzles at exactly the same time, but she always finished before me, and, most times, I had only got about halfway.   

We would ask each other general knowledge questions. I always thought that my general knowledge was pretty good, but it was clear, very very early on, that her general knowledge was far better than mine.  

We took it in turns to cook dinner. I always thought I would be a good cook, but, once again, it became clear, very quickly, that her dinners were far tastier than mine.  

We took turns at cleaning the house. Afterwards, we would check how the other one had cleaned. Hayley found multiple things that were wrong with my cleaning, but when I checked hers, her cleaning was literally spotless.  

When we went out separately for the evening, we always told the other what time we would be back. That was intended to stop us worrying when the other one was out. Every single time, Hayley came home before the time that she said. However, time and again, I was late, and always forgot to phone Hayley to tell her that I would be late.  

All the competitiveness was causing me stress. Because I hated the stress, I stopped playing the games with Hayley. She was cross with me, but accepted it. She then said that, rather than both of us doing all the chores alternately, we should split all of the work. Hayley was on several committees and so spent a lot of time away from the house. I didn't have anywhere as hectic a life, so, as I was home much more, it was agreed that I should do all the cleaning and cooking. On the other hand, Hayley would look after all the finances, and when the financial advisor came to the house, Hayley met with him alone so I didn't have the stress of trying to understand what the advice was.  

The split worked better than I had at first expected. What became clear to me, was the one thing I didn't mind doing was the cleaning and other chores around the house. I much preferred that to shopping as I got bored going from shop to shop, and, even so, always overspent, and that told me I couldn't handle finances very well.  

I wasn’t even so surprised, when it only took a few days for me to know that I was far happier with this arrangement. I made sure that my standard of cleaning improved, and was delighted when Hayley told me that she had noticed the improvement. The same happened with my cooking. I was really pleased about that, and quickly saw how I was far less stressed focusing on the household chores and leaving Hayley to deal with the rest, and to make all of the decisions.  

I did still go out in the evening, with a small number of girlfriends, and things changed when I was late home four times in a row. That was when Hayley told me, quite bluntly, “I’m fed up with you coming home later than you said you would. You really have to improve on that, and cause me less stress.”  

I was so apologetic, and replied, “I’ll be back on time in future, Hayley. I promise.”  

Hayley was still annoyed, and laid down the law by saying, "From now on, I think we should set this down as a rule that we both have to obey. In future, we will still give each other the time that we will be back home, but that will be in the form of a curfew. I think on weekdays and Sunday that should be eleven o’clock, and on Friday and Saturday one o'clock in the morning. If either of us are late, the other will discipline the one of us who has missed our curfew. We will decide at the time whether that means the one of us who missed our curfew is grounded, or whether the punishment should be something more serious.”  

I could see the sense of it. I certainly didn’t want to cause Hayley any more stress, and, given the way that she was doing everything better than me, even though two years younger than me, and, bearing in mind that she would be subject to the same rules, I replied, “Yes, Hayley, I agree.”  

The very next Saturday, I didn’t get home until two o’clock in the morning. Hayley was waiting up for me, and I could see from the look on her face that she was really annoyed with me. I obviously knew that she was right to be annoyed.  

Hayley’s immediate words to me were, “You are grounded, Hayley. You will stay at home today, which is already Sunday, and be home by 7 o’clock each day next week. You will be released next Saturday morning.”  

I pleaded with Hayley, realising she was right that it was already Sunday, “Please, Hayley, I’m supposed to be going out to the theatre this afternoon. I promise I’ll be back on time. Please don’t ground me. Punish me in another way. Please, Hayley.”  

Hayley kept the stern look on her face as she replied, “Okay, Laura, I’ll let you off with a spanking.”  

With that, Hayley clasped hold of my arm and pulled me towards the dining room table. I pleaded with her. “I think I am too old to be spanked, Hayley.”  

Hayley kept pulling me towards the dining table, and, as we got there, she kept a hold of my arm, turned a chair into the room, sat down, and then pulled me across her lap. Once there, she said very sternly to the back of my head as my face was so close to the floor, “We agreed that it would be my decision on how to punish you. I offered you being grounded, but, as you have refused that, my second choice has to be giving you a spanking. Thirty is definitely not too old to be spanked.”  

As Hayley berated me, she smacked my bottom and instructed, “Lift your bottom up, so I can pull your dress up and lower your knickers.”  

My mind was a whirl, and, after Hayley smacked my bottom a second time, harder than the first smack, I did as I was told, groaned as she pulled the hem of my dress up above my bottom, and yanked my knickers down to my knees. I felt so humiliated, not just as she rubbed my bottom, but my humiliation increased as she continued to berate me.  

Then I didn’t feel her hand rubbing my bottom, except, next moment, I did feel her hand spanking my bottom, followed by spank after spank on both bottom cheeks. I know I struggled, although I made it more of a show of resisting and objecting, knowing that being spanked would be better for me than being grounded. As I made out that I was trying to push myself off her lap, she placed her right leg over the backs of my knees, held my right arm in a half-nelson, and between those two things, she kept me securely in place as she spanked me. I supposed I shouldn’t have been so surprised that she was more than capable of keeping me in place, even if I had properly resisted, because she was a very fit girl. After all, she went to the gym, and did weights, so as much as I squirmed around and tried to get up, I just couldn’t.   

On and on the spanking continued, and, as she spanked me, Hayley continued to berate me. There was nothing I could do about it, and, eventually, I did stop squirming around, as I struggled to cope with an increasingly stinging bottom. After all, the only time I had been spanked was by our governess, and, from that experience, could see how, if this was Hayley’s choice for future punishments, I would definitely have to obey her. At least, I would try to.   

As I lay across Hayley’s lap, I had the thought that she was being even stricter than the governess, but as I was certainly better behaved under her authority, maybe the same would happen if Hayley were in charge. Instead of being overly concerned about that, I was more wondering if she was going to spank me harder than the governess did.    

I also felt that, as the spanking continued, how our relative positions, of being equal sisters, was changing, with my seeming acceptance to submit to her, and Hayley’s clear desire to impose her control over me. What I even found to be the case, was my willingness for this to happen. After all, I didn’t see any harm to me with Hayley having that control, because, given her being the far more responsible of the two of us, that just made sense.   

In fact, even as she was spanking me, I was telling myself that I would not question a single decision by her that I needed another spanking. I was even telling myself more than that, and that I would not just never question any decision she made, but I would obey every decision she made, and carry out every order that she gave me. I even realised, that, as I was telling myself that that was the way it should be in future, I was feeling happier and happier in myself. Even as the stinging increased right across my bottom cheeks and the backs of my legs, that didn’t change my acceptance. Just as I was happiest when doing the cleaning and the cooking, and that I invariably asked Hayley what she wanted me to cook and did exactly what she told me to cook, having her in charge altogether was definitely the right direction for me.  

I could see that I was quickly sliding into accepting Hayley’s authority over me, maybe even as Emma accepted that she had to follow every instruction she was given. Emma wasn’t spanked, but I saw that as a necessary part of Hayley’s control over me.   

Then, what struck me, was that whilst we were sisters, and both with the title of being a Lady, Hayley acted like a true Lady, and I didn’t. Also, whilst Hayley acted the Lady when in public, I preferred to stand behind her, looking at the floor, and, being subservient to Hayley. It was so strange, but, as much as that made me feel far less stressed, I could see how Hayley preferred it. 

As the spanking still continued, and I knew that tears were filling my eyes, it was also the realisation that I knew how much stress I caused Hayley, so it was probably right, in any case, to submit to her, as she was clearly the more responsible of the two of us. Age really didn’t matter on that score, just as, so often, mum would tell me to act my age, when I didn’t. Clearly, Hayley didn’t need to be told that and just became so responsible, but then, I suppose, although we were sisters, we were very different on that score.  

After what seemed like forever, Hayley stopped spanking me, and said, “Okay, Laura, you can get up now. Just remember, you had better keep to your curfew in future, including when you go out with the girls later on.”  

I realised that, when seeing the girls, I supposed that my bottom would still be stinging, and I told myself I had better wear either slacks, or at least a much longer dress, so that none of my friends would see what was most likely still going to be my red spanked bottom and legs.  

As I went to my bedroom, got undressed, looked in the mirror and saw just how red my bottom and legs were, I still told myself that it was right that Hayley should have disciplinary control over me. It was something that I definitely needed to give to someone to obey, and Hayley had shown she was the right person. It just made so much sense.   

I did go out, and, when I got home, on time, and went to bed, I had to sleep on my tummy, and was constantly rubbing my stinging bottom until I drifted off to sleep. As I drifted off, I did know that being spanked was still better for me than being grounded, and I was going to accept Hayley's disciplinary control over me.  

Since that first spanking, and, no doubt because of Hayley spanking me several times since then, I definitely improved in my timekeeping, and also in my household chores, but I was still nowhere near as good as Hayley. I had broken curfew, and rather than being grounded, Hayley had since needed to spank me again several times. I knew she had kept a list of those spankings, and the last time she showed it to me, she had spanked me twelve times already.        

I then submitted to Hayley in other ways. Frankly, I tried to do whatever she told me, literally following her orders. Most times I did, but sometimes I failed. What was clear, though, was that she was far more responsible than me, definitely made better decisions than I could ever make, and even took the maternal role when giving me advice. To be fair, I was never surprised with the advice that she gave, which was always good advice, and always worth following.  

I also realised that, because Hayley was less stressed, we got on much better. Yes, she spanked me, told me off, and ordered me about, but we had such good times together as well. None of our friends knew that she spanked me, and I never argued with her, not at home and definitely not in public. All of that helped make us truly loving sisters, and I knew I couldn’t hope for a better sister than Hayley. 

I did still wish that I was a better sister to her, but her disciplinary control over me was the next best thing for both of us.  

Since spanking became the norm, there have been a whole series of changes. We are still sisters, but I felt better about myself when I threw myself into submitting to Hayley, letting her make every single decision. I still did all the household chores and cooking, and she still looked after all of the finances. I also knew I wanted to do as I was told, and not miss another curfew.  

In fact, I knew that doing as I was told was totally natural for me, and so doing the cleaning and cooking matched the level I happily reduced myself to, being subservient to my sister.  

One of the times I was alone at the house, I was on my computer, and, albeit unintentionally, I went onto a site that was all about female led relationships. I could see that they actually were about couples where it was the female who was in charge of her partner, whether that was a husband or wife. What was important, was that the female in charge handled all of the finances and made all of the decisions. I could see how that was so similar to the life that I had here at home, and wanted, with my sister being, effectively, the female in charge.   

I then went onto another site, where women chatted about how less-stressed they were in their relationship when they were the ones who did all of the household chores, and left all the finances and all of the decisions to their partner. Once again, I could see how that was so similar to the way that Hayley and I were dealing with things.  

I did wonder whether me being a titled Lady should make any difference, but, very quickly, decided that wasn’t the case. I also wondered whether it made any difference that we were sisters, but I had already seen that didn’t matter either.   

I very quickly got into the mindset that, whilst Hayley and I were both titled, it now wasn’t so very different to me doing what Emma, our full-time live-in maid, used to do. I even laughed when I thought how, maybe, the only difference, was that I still called Hayley by her first name rather than addressing her as, ‘Mistress,’ in the way Emma did to us both.   

Even that came to a head when Hayley snapped at me because I had forgotten to do the washing, which she had specifically asked me to do so that a dress of hers was going to be clean for that evening. What changed, was when I was apologetic, I said, “Sorry, mistress.”    

In fact, I was expecting Hayley to give me another spanking, and supposed I would have earned it now that spanking was the standard penalty for any work of mine that was below standard. Hayley glared me for a few moments, presumably taking in the fact how I had addressed her, and, instead of saying she was going to spank me, she replied, “Okay, maid, I will let you off this time. However, don’t expect to be let off again.”  

I was so relieved, I even replied, “Thank you, mistress.” I saw Hayley glare at me again, and then she walked off.  

It was that evening when Emma telephoned and spoke with Hayley. She told her that she was now unable to return to us, and was really apologetic.   

I was listening to the conversation, but, out of sight of Hayley. I was surprised when she said to Emma, “As it happens, Emma, I think I have found a new maid.”  

I gasped, and knew that the only person that Hayley could be referring to was me. That did shock me, but when Hayley went off to her bedroom, and I went to mine, all I could do was think about that discussion that Hayley had had with Emma. Would it be so bad if I took on the full-time role of maid? I was doing it anyway, and, supposed that Hayley would still let me go out some evenings with the girls, because, after all, Emma went out two evenings every week. Emma had been happy with that life, and I knew that I would be very happy living that life as the full-time maid as well. Actually, I told myself that rather than be bad, it would be very good, for me.  

As I drifted off to sleep, I even felt relaxed about more officially becoming the maid. I would be in one of those female-led relationships, and I had to admit to thinking that would be exactly what should happen.  

The next morning, I awoke, and very quickly decided that I should go and speak to Hayley about me taking on the full-time role. I, therefore, went to find Hayley and saw that she was in the living room. I was going to walk straight in, but, decided that I would act as though I was the maid already, and stood in the doorway, clasping my hads in front of me, looking at the floor, waiting for Hayley to realise that I was there.   

It took several minutes, before Hayley looked up, saw me, and asked, “Yes?”  

I took that as my signal to discuss the subject with Hayley, but, in my anxious state, I just blurted out, “I think I should be your full-time maid, mistress.”  

I could see the smirk on Hayley’s face, and even wondered whether she had thought about it as well overnight. After all, I had called her, ‘mistress.’ last night. I think I got the answer to that when she replied, “So do I, maid.”  

The transition was completed that day. Hayley had gone shopping in the morning and came home with what she called new clothes for me to wear. There was a long-sleeved white blouse, and a black skirt with a hem that would be just above my knees. It looked pretty much like a maid’s uniform to me.  

Hayley asked, “As you will be the maid, I think you should be dressed like one. Are you happy with this outfit, maid?”  

I actually felt very happy about the clothes, and replied, “Yes, mistress. They are perfect.”  

Hayley smiled and said, “Good, because there are eight more of these, all identical, in the car. Go and fetch them and hang them up.”  

I could see the sense of that, and said, “I’ll take them up to my room immediately, mistress.”  

Hayley then replied, “Actually, maid, I think your next job should be to pack all of Emma’s things because she is going to be coming in the next day or so to collect them. You should move down into our bedroom immediately, as it is on the far side of the kitchen, and it fits your new status.”  

I replied immediately, “Yes, mistress. I will do that. First, though, mistress, shall I make you your breakfast?”   

I realised that I had slid into the full-time live-in maid job so easily. Even as I took my things into my new bedroom, I felt so at home immediately. The bedroom was smaller, of course, but certainly suited my new position. I loved it.  

I knew I would love my new position in life as well. Whilst I found cleaning to be very hard work, all I had to do was the same every week, and I knew I was now a very good cleaner, and cook. I wouldn’t b=need to make any decisions but just do as I was told to do, by my mistress. It all suited me so well.  

Later that day, Hayley called me into the living room, and, as I stood there, my hands clasped in front of me, looking at the floor knowing maids should not make eye contact with their mistress, Hayley held up some papers and said, “I think we need to have our new respective positions set out in a contract. I have produced this. Go to your room and read it.”  

As I took the papers, I said, “Yes, mistress,” and walked to my new bedroom, I did remember that when being on those sites about female-led relationships, they also spoke about having a contract that set out all of the rules and conditions. So, one time when my new mistress was out, I went back onto one of those sites and downloaded a template of a contract. I didn’t have access to the contract we had with Emma, because that was filed away by Hayley. However, I had thought about producing a contract, but was delighted that Hayley, my mistress, did it first.  

The contract was a very good one, geared to making sure I was totally subservient. Being paid the minimum wage put me in my place. I certainly liked the clause that said the contract lasted forever, and only Hayley could terminate it. That was exactly what I wanted. I even smiled when I saw the section on punishments. I knew that I wanted to give my mistress full control, so was pleased with the whole section on punishments. The main punishment would be Hayley’s right to give me a bare bottom spanking whenever she wanted to. As well as spanking me with her hand, she could use a wooden hairbrush, and even a thick leather strap. I started to feel giddy when thinking about it, but in such an exciting way. Pain being pleasure was exactly right for my new low status.  

Happy with the contract, in fact, more than just happy, I went and stood in the doorway to the living room, holding the contract, looking at the floor, and, when Hayley called me over, I said, “Yes, mistress, I would much prefer it if we made the arrangement more formal.” I held out the contract, and she took it from me.   

Hayley put the contract down, looked up at me, and said, “Okay, maid, the financial advisor and assistant will be here in half-an-hour. They will be staying for lunch, so please make me a cup of tea and then prepare lunch and lay the table for the two visitors and me. When they arrive, we will both sign the contract and have it witnessed. Then, you will serve us lunch in the dining room, clear up, and, of course, have your lunch in the kitchen afterwards.”   

I was actually pleased with the timing, and felt so relaxed as I took in the cup of tea for my mistress, then went back into the kitchen and prepared the lunch. It was now normal for my mistress to eat her meals in the dining room, and, once I had cleared that away, I ate my meals in the kitchen.   

I was interrupted preparing lunch when the doorbell rang. I went and opened the front door, and saw it was the financial advisor and assistant. I showed them into the living room where my mistress still was. I then returned to the kitchen.    

I smiled to myself as I realised the financial advisor wasn’t even aware of who I was. He wasn’t the same one who advised us when I was equal to my sister. He had retired, and introduced a new financial advisor, and I hadn’t attended any of the meetings with him.   

The assistant came into the kitchen and told me my mistress wanted me in the living room.  

When I got there my mistress said, “We can now both sign and have witnessed the contract.”   

I was so excited, as I remained standing whilst my mistress sat down, and I bent over to sign the contract. I then watched my mistress sign, and the financial advisor and assistant witnessed the signatures.   

As I went back into the kitchen, and finished preparing the lunch, I knew I was the happiest and least stressed that I had been for ages. Now, all I had to do was what my mistress told me to do, just like every maid. There was no need, or right, to question anything at all. I knew I was looking forward to, hopefully, years and years of service, doing what I was told every time or suffering the necessary punishments whenever I didn’t, or even when I did anything at less than the necessary very high standard. I was up for it in such a big way. A really big way.   

My mistress was still the Lady, whilst I, who used to be a Lady, but no longer needed or wanted the title, was now very much the maid. This was the destiny that I was so pleased to have achieved. My life would now be hard work, subservience and obedience, but stressfree. Being spanked regularly and hard would be a definite part of my life, but for my own good.  

That was why I loved, respected, and happily obeyed, Hayley, my younger sister still, but in a different way as she was my mistress and I was her forever low status live-in maid.