Story: From Lady to Maid and Back Again.

By Peter242

Sarah was forty-six and the full-time maid for Lady Veronica Walker, who was twenty-four. Sarah had always worked as a full-time maid, always being a submissive to her Mistress, and a hard worker. What surprised her at the interview with Lady Veronica, was that her Mistress gave her permission to spank her whenever she felt like doing it. In fact, it was stated in the contract that she should do so four times every four weeks, so on days chosen by Sarah rather than pre-set days, and with multiple spankings during that day. 

The actual process would be that Sarah would issue the instruction that control had changed to her for up to the next twenty-four hours, and during that time it would be Lady Veronica who would take on the role of full-time maid to Sarah. As well as the start time, it would be Sarah who would announce exactly when control would revert back to Lady Veronica. 

Lady Veronica wanted it to happen that way, as she wanted Sarah to have that full control over her. 

It turned out that the reason for this, was that Lady Veronica was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and whilst she lived in a mansion in grounds, she was actually quite bored with her life. 

Lady Veronica knew she was an alpha female, but the fantasy had built up in her mind that she would like to be disciplined from time to time. Who better, she told herself, than her own full-time maid, who she would pay extra money to every single time she did it? 

Sarah didn't see anything wrong with taking control, even if it was just for twenty-four hours or so, and on average just once a week. She enjoyed having Lady Veronica as her full-time maid, particularly as she was being paid more to do exactly what Lady Veronica actually wanted to have happen to her, which was for her to be submissive to Sarah, carry out cleaning and other household chores that Sarah would normally do, and suffer more than one severe thrashing during the day. 

Story: Biometrics don't lie. Part 21.

by Melissa

Part 21. Whispers of doubt, seeds of action.

Mrs. Henderson, the head maid, awoke with a scowl. The news of Melissa's arrest had soured her mood considerably. She sat up in bed, the crisp cotton sheets doing little to soothe her ruffled feathers. Melissa, in jail? The girl was a handful, no doubt, always pushing the boundaries, sneaking around with papers when she should have been learning her duties. Mrs. Henderson had suspected for some time that Melissa had been studying in secret, a fact that had irritated her more than surprised her. But theft? That was a different matter entirely. Melissa was many things – spoiled, entitled, a touch too clever for her own good – but a thief after her arrival at Elmwood? That, she couldn't believe.

Mrs. Henderson rose and walked to her wardrobe, a sturdy, no-nonsense piece of furniture. Inside hung her uniform, starched and impeccable, ready for the day. It was a variation of the standard maid's uniform, designed to reflect her position as head maid. The dress was a dark grey, a shade more dignified than the navy blue worn by the other maids. It was still long, reaching just above her ankles, but the cut was slightly more tailored, reflecting her authority. The white apron, as crisp and clean as ever, was longer as well, extending almost to the hem of her dress. It was also devoid of any pockets, a symbol of her supervisory role, as she wasn't expected to do the same chores as the other maids. A small, grey cap, trimmed with a slightly wider band of lace than the others, completed the ensemble.

Mrs. Henderson pulled the dress from its hanger, the heavy fabric a familiar weight in her hands. She slipped it over her head, the smooth fabric a welcome comfort. She fastened the buttons, her fingers moving with practised ease. The apron followed, the long white expanse a stark contrast to the grey of the dress. She tied the strings at her back, the bow neat and precise. Finally, she placed the grey cap on her head, adjusting it until it sat perfectly. Looking in the mirror, she saw Mrs. Henderson, the head maid, a force to be reckoned with.

Dressed and ready to face the day, Mrs. Henderson left her room and headed to her office, a small but functional space located at the back of the staff quarters. The room was sparsely furnished, containing a large oak desk, a comfortable armchair, and a filing cabinet. The walls were lined with bookshelves, filled with neatly organized files and ledgers. A large window overlooked the gardens, providing a calming view, though Mrs. Henderson was far too agitated to appreciate it at the moment.

Mrs. Henderson sat down at her desk, pulling out the staff schedule. As she reviewed the assignments for the day, her mind raced. Melissa's clandestine studies didn't surprise her. She'd suspected the girl was intellectually inclined, but she'd warned her repeatedly. The dean, Mrs. Cavendish, was a stickler for the rules. No staff member was allowed to be studying while working. But Melissa, stealing money? It made no sense.

Could Melissa have been framed? The thought occurred to Mrs. Henderson. It was possible. But why? Who would want to frame her, and for what reason? The questions swirled in her mind, unanswered. She drummed her fingers on the desk, her brow furrowed in concentration. Melissa was one of "her girls," as she privately thought of the maids under her charge. And one of her girls was in trouble. Unjustly, she suspected. Melissa might be a rule-breaker, but she didn't belong in jail. She belonged at Elmwood Academy, under Mrs. Henderson's watchful eye, learning the way to conduct herself as a proper servant. A little discipline, a little guidance, that's what the girl needed, not a prison cell. Mrs. Henderson felt a surge of protectiveness. She was responsible for her staff, and she wouldn't let this injustice stand.