Story: Veronica and Aunt Miranda. Chapter 12 and Epilogue.

by Jackie J


Mrs Ryder appeared at the end of the landing and walked slowly towards her two scrubbing maids, heads down backsides in the air and chuckled.

“Good work. Very good work.”

Mrs Ryder pointed at her new maid.

“You girl, come with me.”

Ronnie could hardly believe her Mistress was called a "girl", yet Lady Cornwall quickly got to her feet and meekly followed Mrs Ryder along the hallway towards the chambers. 

Mrs Ryder stood in the doorway of Lady Cornwall’s private rooms whilst Jekaterina entered.

“Change the bed linen and towels and tidy this room. I expect it to be spotless when I return.”

Maid Jane was soon to work stripping the bed sheets and within the hour the room was looking pristine and impressed Mrs Ryder when she returned to inspect the work.

“Very good, if I were Mistress I would be most pleased with this work. Now gather the laundry and wait in the hallway outside.”

Jekaterina delved into the laundry hamper and with her arms full of dirty washing stood by the door on the landing and Mrs Ryder followed her.

Jekaterina then watched in astonishment whilst her housekeeper raised her chain of keys and locked the door and could not help but question what she was doing.

“What are you doing locking the door to my private chamber? This is my bedroom, all my things are in there!”

The chain of Mrs Ryder’s keys slipped back into her dress pocket and she glared at her Mistress, now her maid.

“My chambers? My bedroom? My things? Are you forgetting yourself, girl? Are you forgetting our agreement? Hopefully this is the last time I will have to mention this. I would hate to see your bloomers on the punishment rail again today. These are Mistress's private chambers and bedroom and they are being locked because Mistress will have no need of them. You, Jane, that is you if you have already forgotten, is my maid at Kingsley. Now take that laundry down to the washroom and meet me at Mistress's Study.”

The intimidation in her housekeeper's tone and the mention and reminder of her humiliation at her hands, willingly being spanked by her the previous day, seemed to drain Jekaterina’s authority and she considered what had been said. She had agreed to be a maid, maid Jane, and sacrifice the privilege of Mistress but had not considered that would include being locked out of her rooms and deprived of her belongings. Was her housekeeper taking this too far? Looking at the sternness in her housekeeper’s expression perhaps now wasn’t the time but she would have a word later. Accepting of her admonishment, Jekaterina took the dirty washing to the laundry then waited for Mrs Ryder in her study.

Not the tidiest room at Kingsley for sure and the two hours it took to put everything back in place, sweep the carpets, dust and polish, left Jekaterina wishing she had kept the study in better order. The study looked immaculate, books neatly placed back on the bookshelves, correspondence and papers filed away, the decanter and glasses gleaming, the old ornate inkwells shinning like new, the desk highly polished, the drapes shaken out and laid in neat folds into their tie backs. Having finished, Jekaterina was considering what a pleasure it will be to be back working in such a clean and tidy study.

Mrs Ryder ran her finger on the top of the door and around the frame then under the desk and smiled looking at her clean finger.

“I fear you have missed your calling Jane. This again is excellent work. You continue to surprise me with your competence at being my maid.”

As with her chambers, upon leaving the study Mrs Ryder took her keys and locked the door.

“Another room Mistress will have no need of, Jane.”

Jekaterina again was not comfortable with being locked out of her study but her housekeeper was correct: her Mistress would have no need of the study, her Mistress was now her maid, maid Jane.

There was no respite and Jane was soon on her hands and knees scrubbing the last section of the upper landings and then polishing the woodwork with Ronnie.

Working with Ronnie the remainder of day Jekaterina stretched and sighed helping Ronnie put the cleaning equipment back in the cupboards.

Whenever Ronnie had tried to raise the subject of the agreement her Mistress had made with Mrs Ryder Jekaterina had been reluctant to mention it saying that she would tell her later.

Both maids sat at the kitchen table with cups of tea. Tt was five o’clock and Mrs Ryder entered and smiled.

“Well, girls, I have just inspected the landing and the floors. A job well done. You make a good team.”

Mrs Ryder doubted that her Mistress would have divulged the full extent of the agreement they had reached with Ronnie and was keen to reinforce her authority over her in front of Ronnie.

“I don’t know if JANE has had the opportunity to tell you what Mistress and I have agreed Ronnie." 

Ronnie looked at her Mistress then at Mrs Ryder.

“Jane? What do you mean? Who is Jane? We have a new maid already, Miss?”

“Oh I see. My new maid has not told you yet. Jane, tell Ronnie who Jane is and why.”

Jekaterina put down her cup and faced Ronnie.

“It’s part of the agreement to help you. Whilst I am a maid I cannot be Mistress can I? So Mrs Ryder suggested a different name. She chose Jane for me, it’s fine.”

Mrs Ryder smirked.

“That’s right, Ronnie. Jane is my new maid. So Jane, tell Ronnie what the Mistress agreed with me.”

Jekaterina looked into the questioning eyes of Ronnie. Embarrassing or not what choice did she have? She would have to tell her.

“I agreed..."

Mrs Ryder slapped her hand on the table and glared at Jane, cutting her short.

“I? You mean the Mistress, do you not Jane? Remember what I told you upstairs about such confusion and contradiction. The punishment rail is just behind you. I shall have your bloomers on there if there are any more slips of the tongue.”

Jekaterina weary from her work had no fight left in her. She would have to get used thinking of the Mistress of Kingsley in the third person if she was going to get through her time as a maid for her housekeeper without regular spankings.

 “Yes, alright. The Mistress agreed that whilst I, sorry, Jane was a maid, Mrs Ryder my, sorry Mistress's housekeeper, would have full jurisdiction over me, sorry I mean Jane, and Mrs Ryder would be the head of household. It’s all detailed in an agreement I, sorry, the Mistress, signed.”

Mrs Ryder walked to her new maid amused by the nervous flustered and confused nature of her normally confident Mistress and sensed her vulnerability. Being aproned and her first day of toil already having its effect and Mrs Ryder thought a little more belittling and humiliation were in order for her new maid. She wanted Ronnie to be left in no doubt who was now in charge and show her Mistress to be weak, under her control and nothing more that her maid.  

“That’s better, Jane, but I think my maid needs something more to remind her of what Mistress agreed with her housekeeper for her and for Ronnie to fully understand what you ditheringly just said. Put your bloomers on the rail and assume the position over the chair, girl.”

Jekaterina looked at her housekeeper. She was serious, she was to be humiliatingly spanked again in front of her maid Ronnie. The previous spanking was humiliating but not overly painful and she was reminded of Mrs Ryder’s comments. All or nothing. Being her housekeeper’s maid she could not be her mistress. She would have to comply if she was to help Ronnie and honour her agreement with her housekeeper and, to the astonishment of Ronnie, she slowly stood from the table.

“Yes, Miss.”

Ronnie could hardly believe her ears hearing her Mistress offer her deference then watched in concerned disbelief whilst her Mistress raised her skirts, slide her bloomers over her boots and place them on the punishment rail before meekly bending over the chair by the wall. A mocking instruction by Mrs Ryder and Jane raised her skirts to reveal her bare bottom once again for her housekeeper, little knowing this would be the watershed to her total demise and that her days of being the Mistress of Kingsley were over

The first slap stung much more than previously and Jekaterina squealed in genuine pain. Mrs Ryder raised her hand again.

“So let us tell Ronnie again, shall we?”

Slap!

“Who are you?”

“Lady Cor..”

Slap!

"I said who are you?

Slap! Slap!

“Jane, Jane.”

Slap!

“And what are you?”

Some hesitation rewarded with two sharp slaps.

Slap! Slap!

“I said what are you, girl?”

Jane’s shoulders started to shake as she sobbed her bottom burning and voice faltering.

“A Maid.”

Slap!

“And whose maid are you girl?

Slap! Slap!

“Well, whose maid are you?”

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!

The spanking was much more ferocious than the previous taste of Mrs Ryder’s strong palm and Jekaterina was on the point of collapse and weakly squealed her begging capitulation.

“Yours, your maid, please stop please. I am Jane, a maid, your maid. Please no more, no more please!”

Ronnie sat frozen in her chair watching Mrs Ryder pull down her Mistresses skirts over her crimson flaming backside then raise her sobbing semiconscious crouching Mistress back to her feet and turn to her.

“To be clear, Mistress agreed with me that this girl, this girl Jane, my maid be treated like any other maid at Kingsley and I have a signed agreement to that affect. I intend to honour my mistress’s agreement and so shall you, Ronnie." 

“Now Ronnie who is this sobbing spanked creature that whimpers at my side?”

Ronnie looked at her Mistress in her maid's uniform hanging helpless gripped in Mrs Ryder’s firm grasp her shoulders trembling from her sobbing. She looked so small and weak against the large frame of Mrs Ryder whose strong arms bulged in the short sleeves of her dress.

“Well, girl, I am waiting. And chose your words carefully or your bloomers will be on that rail alongside hers.”

Ronnie’s lip quivered.

“Jane, Miss.”

“And what is she Ronnie?”

“A maid, Miss. Your maid.”

Mrs Ryder smirked.

“That’s right Ronnie, forget Lady Cornwall and if I hear you calling her anything but Jane, well I don’t have tell you, do I, Ronnie?”

Ronnie was stunned and in shock at the brutality handed out to her Mistress by her housekeeper, surely she hadn’t agreed to this. But having placed herself under her housekeeper’s jurisdiction, by agreeing to be her maid, whether she knew it or not, she had and her initiation into the life of a maid and being under the control of her housekeeper was not over.

Mrs Ryder lifted Jane’s sagging head by her hair and smirked into her confused, tear-filled defeated eyes then let if flop down again and chuckled.

“I am taking this with me. My new maid and I have much to discuss. Make yourself some supper and in the morning you will serve me breakfast in my room and think on who and what this woman now is, understand?

Ronnie watched Mrs Ryder head out of the kitchens dragging a whimpering Jane with her. Ronnie saw the weak and silent pleading in her Mistress's eyes held firm in the grip of her housekeeper as they left and whilst fearing what awaited her there was nothing she could do.

Ronnie spent a restless night and was up early preparing breakfast for Mrs Ryder anxious to know what had happened to her Mistress.

Tray in hand Ronnie knocked on Mrs Ryder’s door and entered. Mrs Ryder sat high on her pillows, a broad smile on her face, her huge exposed breasts resting on the covers. Ronnie placed the tray on the side table and saw her Mistresses uniform on the floor in the corner with her underwear and boots but no sign of her Mistress.

Mrs Ryder smirked then chuckled and pulled back the heavy covers of the bed.

“Is this what you are looking for, girl?”

Ronnie eyes widened in shock staring at the squirming naked body, its head pressing between the fat flabby spread thighs of Mrs Ryder to the sound of rhythmic slurping, its wrists bound, crimson stripes from an obvious caning joining the red hand prints littered across its buttocks. Mrs Ryder reached down and, taking a handful of blonde matted hair, lifted her conquest's weary smeared face to her engorged left nipple.

Mrs Ryder laughed triumphantly.

“A hungry little bitch Jane, isn’t she, Ronnie? She won’t need any breakfast.”

Ronnie became tearful looking at the wayward desolate look in her Mistress's bruised eyes before Mrs Ryder pushed her back down below to continue her worship of the housekeeper’s hot wet running stench.

Mrs Ryder stared at a bewildered-looking Ronnie whilst gently stroking her Mistress's hair like one would a pet. 

“Of course like me you know who this is, don’t you, girl? Who it really is, a common maid from the north and nothing more? I have had my suspicions for a number of years but I now know. And yes, I know about you, Veronica Singleton, the disavowed heiress to the Singleton fortune who chose to be a maid." 

Mrs Ryder squirmed and twisted feeling her vanquished Mistress's tongue finding just the spot.

“Oh, yes I know everything about you and this divine creature. It was reluctant to confess and submit to me at first but with a little persuasion..." 

Mrs Ryder chuckled.

 “Well perhaps more than a little persuasion. And look at her now, the Mistress of Kingsley, my personal slut. She now knows her place. This was a maid before and she is to be a maid again. The stupid bitch signed herself into my control and controlled she will be. This afternoon you will be reunited with your old housekeeper Mrs Robinson. It was Mrs Robinson who told me all about you two imposters, she will be the housekeeper at Kingsley from today and given the place now requires a new mistress I can think of no one better than myself.”

Epilogue

Leaving the wreckage of Lady Cornwall moaning and sprawled across her bed, Mrs Ryder wiped herself on the sheets and pulled herself into a robe before walking to her vanity and retrieving an envelope from the drawer then smiled handing it to her quaking maid.

“Open it, girl. It refers to my new maid.

Ronnie unfolded the parchment contained within the envelope and went weak feeling faint and stumbled back into a chair.

It was Jane's indenture, whilst her aunt Miranda had left it blank, the transfer section had now been completed and signed by Mrs Robison at Lowercroft, the indenture transferred to the housekeeper at Kingsley.

Mrs Ryder took her Mistress's indenture from Ronnie and laughed.

“Surprised? So what's on the bed is now legally mine. My new maid has seen it and with my encouragement signed a full confession to who she really is.”

Mrs Ryder gripped Ronnie’s chin and stood her from the chair looking into her fearful eyes that glanced at her Mistress laid prostrate on the bed moaning, her sex gapping and evidence of penetration to her rear.

“Don’t look at that look at me, girl. I know of your secret liaisons with her. No doubt that is why she agreed to be my maid to help you. Well, there will be no more liaisons for you two lover. Unless I decide otherwise. And I have something for you both that I have been waiting for some time to give you. The bottom drawer of my dresser bring them here girl.”

Ronnie sheepishly opened the drawer and her heart sunk removing the contents and giving them to Mrs Ryder who smirked.

“One for Jane and one for you. Now get Jane into hers and then you can adorn yourself.”

It was with some discomfort that Ronnie stepped back into her underwear and Mrs Ryder adder two new keys to her ring.

Mrs Ryder picked the cane propped up by her vanity and giving it a gentle swish approached the belted Jekaterina who hutched back onto the pillows of the bed fear in her eyes.

“Time you were dressed and at work, girl.”

Jekaterina cautiously slid to the edge of the bed her chastity belt tight into her crotch, not taking her sunken eyes off her housekeeper.

“Please, Mistress, don’t hit me. I will dress. Mistress.”

Ronnie wanted to do something to help her Mistress but she couldn’t. Jekaterina's whole demeanour had changed and she called her housekeeper a Mistress, a housekeeper who now had them both locked into chastity. Her Mistress was Jane now and Mrs Ryder was the Mistress of Kingsley. 

Jane served tea to her Mistress and Mrs Robison upon her arrival at Kingsley. Mrs Ryder jokingly handed her cane to Mrs Robinson.

Jane, still in pain and fear from her ordeal at the hands of her housekeeper, flinched seeing her Mistress lifting the cane.

“You may need this, Rose, to help Jane settle back into her old life.”

Mrs Ryder looked at her contrite, nervous and apprehensive former Mistress.

“Well, Lady Cornwall, you know Mrs Robison. She is to be the housekeeper here at Kingsley and your days of being a mistress are over. You are to return to being the indentured maid you have always been and Mrs Robison will ensure that is the case. You will forget you were ever the Mistress here at Kingsley and over time so will everyone who knows you. When the time is right I intend to hold a garden party and you and Ronnie will serve my guests. The maid who became a lady then was returned to being a maid and a lady who wished to be maid and remained a maid I am sure my guests will be highly amused when I parade you in front of them."  

Ronnie was unwittingly complicit in sealing Jane’s, her mistress's, fate when compelled under oath to swear the legitimacy of not only her own but the indenture held against Jane. The consequence being the nullification of all that the imposter Jekaterina Dolgorukov, Lady Cornwall had become whilst delinquent from her indenture. With the only independent witness to contradict the rulings being Lady Singleton, senile and wheelchair-bound from the ravages of the Spanish flu that took her husband, Daniel Graggs had little difficulty having the ruling endorsed by the courts and encouraged by a generous financial incentive had Mrs Ryder named custodian of Kingsley.  

The cane was sparingly and not so sparingly used by the new housekeeper at Kingsley until over the months that followed Jane’s compliance was assured and the maid she was she became again. To symbolise Jane’s unequivocal return to a life of servitude a collar similar to that she had placed around Ronnie’s neck when she arrived at Kingsley also adorned her own. With her long locks shorn, belittled, unlocked and used at will sexually by her forceful Mistress, the dominant lesbian of Lady Cornwall’s and maid Ronnie’s relationship, now reduced to a meek, submissive and willing sex toy, the world of a lady that of Lady Cornwall growing ever more distant.

Months of Lady Cornwall’s physical and mental subjugation within her isolation at Kingsley had passed and she had been truly broken. Timid and servile she had been returned to who she once was, to a life she once knew, that of a subservient unquestioning indentured housemaid, but now a housemaid in what was her own home.

Jane had a room next to Ronnie’s behind the kitchens in the maid’s quarters. Mrs Robison had taken over Mrs Ryder’s rooms and of course Mrs Ryder enjoyed the luxury and opulence of the Mistress's chambers.

Mrs Ryder’s circle of friends who regularly visited her at Kingsley knew only that Lady Cornwall had travelled leaving their friend the custodian of the impressive mansion. Served by two attentive maids they never suspected the taller of the two had once been the Mistress of Kingsley and the other a once heiress to the Singleton fortune. Both were just indentured maids to them, weren’t they?

The end

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