From an Office Worker to a Maid

This AP story was recommended to me by a reader. Admittedly, it's from 2009 so may be a bit obsolete when it comes to the current dynamics of China's labour force and wages, but it's interesting nonetheless. Indeed, isn't it any office worker's fear worldwide? Being demoted or fired and forced to take a job well beneath one's qualification? A maid? Or a cashier at a supermarket? Not even sure what will be seen as more degrading. Probably the latter even though the former is hardly a boost to one's ego. It's a nice little story and a rare entry in the "real life" category. I am copying it below for your reading enjoyment, compete with two photos of a "downgraded" former office worker with appropriately L2M-ish captions.


In China, Some White-Collar Women Are Now Maids

GUANGZHOU, China — She majored in English and loved her job as an office worker in China's once-booming export industry. But now Xiong Xuhua is jobless and in training to be a housekeeper, a fate she is too embarrassed to tell even her husband about.

Wearing a blue apron with a white Hawaiian floral print, Xiong spent a recent day at a school for domestic workers practicing how to use a squeegee to clean a window without leaving streaks across the glass.

Once an office worker, Xiong Xuhua gets cleaning instructions at a school for domestic workers in Guangzhou, China, on Wednesday.

"I haven't told anyone in my family, not even my husband, that I'm going to do this kind of work," the petite 24-year-old woman said in a hushed voice as she looked down at the ground with a blank face.

China's economic slump has sidetracked the careers of thousands of university graduates who studied computers, management and other fields. Now, many professional women are scrambling for jobs as nannies and housekeepers — work they never would have considered before.

Story: It Was All For Charity, Wasn't It? Chapter 10.

by Jackie J

With Madeline agreeing to stay at Sharston there was an awkward silence before Miss Jennings spoke pointing to the prone Countess on the bed.

“Well girl make yourself useful, tie and gag that I have something for it.”

Madeline looked at the discarded cord by the bed.

“I am not sure I know how Miss.”

Miss Jennings snatched up the thin rope.

“Then watch and learn girl.”

The Countess placed her hands into the small of her back and Madeline watched Miss Jennings skilfully form loops around her wrists, then with a double twist and knots that she worked twice she stood back.

Story: It Was All For Charity, Wasn't It? Chapter 9.

By Jackie J

Whilst carrying clean linen to the guest room that she had cleaned, unseen looking over the banister on the stairway, Annie shivered at what she witnessed in the main hallway below. A grim-faced Madeline, wearing a uniform no different to her own, on her hands and knees, practically sobbing polishing the floor tiles. Miss Jennings stood angrily above her.

“Now girl put some effort into your work or you will get more of the same understand.”

Annie had missed Madeline’s first spanking at the hands of Miss Jennings but needed little imagination to know what had occurred, Annie having felt that large coarse callused hand of Miss Jennings on her tender ass many times. The shock of her swift descent from the pampered guest of the Countess to her hard-worked maid filling Madeline’s mind with confusion and she rubbed hard fearful of further punishment from Miss Jennings.

A teary face looked up at Miss Jennings.

“Yes, Miss sorry Miss.”

Story: It Was All For Charity, Wasn't It? Chapter 8.

by Jackie J

An ashen-faced Christine Lamont returned to the breakfast bar having received a call from Welshpool General Hospital and sat down beside Charles. Her mother had taken a serious fall, head injuries and a broken hip. Christine’s father, restricted to a wheel chair following a stroke, would need care they had to go and help. Their conversation regarding what to do was broken with the telephone ringing again and Christine rushed to answer it.

The call, not from the hospital, but from Madeline.

Back in the kitchen Charles poured more coffee and asked who was on the phone.

Christine sighed.

“It was Madeline, seems she is going to stay up at Sharston Manor with the Countess for a few days, I told her again not to get too friendly with that maid friend of hers or she will end up like her, cheeky madam said she might just do that to spite me, I do hope she was joking. I have told her about her grandma and that we will be heading up to Welshpool to look after her granddad. I told her I didn’t know how long we will be away but she didn’t seem too bothered. Anyway, she is a grown woman, although the way she behaves you wouldn’t know it, she can look after herself we need to get organised for our trip it’s a long drive to Welshpool."

Act Your Age. A New Book is Out!

I have a new book out that I hope all of you will enjoy. It is not a lady-to-maid tale, but an age progression novella. Still, many of the elements that make the L2M sub-genre so exciting are still there:  change/loss of status, loss of identity, stuck as someone you impersonate, realistic f/f transformation and elements of downgrade and domination. So if you like my other stuff, you will most definitely like this one too.

Her Aunt Julia's invitation to spend a few days at her luxurious villa near Florence was difficult to resist. Not only was London cold and damp but cold and damp seemed to describe her acting career.  Josephine had suffered yet another "we'll let you know" at her last audition and, it seemed she'd never get her chance to shine.

When a freak accident forces the 25-year old to impersonate her very rich aunt – a woman well into her 50s who was addicted to plastic surgery and was about to marry a much younger man to boot – she sees it as yet another role to play, albeit not the one she could add to her acting resume.  Still, she does her best, assuming the pampered life of her socialite aunt, a woman obsessed with her looks and preserving her fleeting youth. After all, it was only for a day or two until her fiancé could arrange matters and divert suspicion. However, it soon becomes obvious that Josephine’s impersonation will have to be a lot deeper – and much longer – than she thought possible. 

You can order the e-book from Amazon and from Smashwords. Please leave a review if you like it and don't hesitate to contact me directly or leave a comment below.

Special thanks go to Robyn Hoode for all the editing and encouragement. 

I am posting the first three chapters for you below:

Story: It Was All For Charity, Wasn't It? Chapter 7

by Jackie J

Clean panties; make up applied, and a liberal application of perfume Madeline made her way to the dining room. The Countess smiled when Madeline entered and took her seat at the table.

“Madeline my dear how pretty you look, that dress fits you perfectly.”

A shake of the Countesses bell and Annie appeared and curtsied.

“Mistress.”

“Annie you may serve breakfast.”

“Madeline will kippers be alright for you?”

Annie raised her gaze and looked directly across the table at her friend Madeline sat in one of her own dresses and Madeline offered an unreturned smile.

Story: It Was All For Charity, Wasn't It? Chapter 6.

By Jackie J

With her guests having left barring one the Countess returned to the lounge to find Madeline giggling listening to Miss Jennings.

Countess Polanski smiled.

“What is so amusing Madeline.”

“Oh, Countess Miss Jennings is teasing me about Annie telling me that she had to spank her bare bottom like a naughty child when she was petulant.

The Countess sat opposite Miss Jennings and Madeline.

“Well Madeline I have to say that is true, it was Annie herself, having been told of such punishment by Lizzie, and demanding to be treated no different than any maid in service, approached Miss Jennings in a very contrite manner. She had, during that particular day, exhibited behaviour not befitting a maid in service and knew she had. Annie more or less demanded she should be punished in a fitting way. Previously she may have been sent to her room or missed supper but a fitting way for this behaviour was a spanking in front of her Mistress and Annie knew this. That first spanking, yes there have been more, I remember Annie entering the parlour and having dropped her knickers leaned over the arm of that very sofa you are sitting on and her taught, tight, bare cheeks were slapped crimson by Miss Jennings. Annie whelped at first which softened into an accepting whine.”