Story: Kristina in Training

(c) Copyright: Kristina Katyn and Peter242

February 2020 

Apron, BDSM, caning, cleaner, contract, domination, femdom, ff, humiliation, lawyer, lesbian, maid, servitude, shame, spanking, submission, surrender.

Author’s Note: I wrote this story together with my friend Peter242 as a follow up to our earlier Kristina story.  I have worked both as a nanny and a cleaner in real life for a number of families and ladies.  This story is based at least in part on my own experiences.  We hope you enjoy it. 

Kristina was gently sobbing as she faced the kitchen wall with her hands on her head, her white cotton panties pulled down to around her ankles (the gusset looking slightly damp) and her dress hem tucked up into her belt so that her bottom, with the twelve red welts striped evenly and horizontally across it, was on show to anyone who cared to look.  Melissa and Chiara were chatting happily at the kitchen table, drinking the coffee that Kristina had made for them after her caning and before having to stand obediently to attention and press her nose against the wall.  They were ignoring her, which Kristina had to admit turned her on, because it showed how she was truly becoming theIr lowly maid and was that insignificant in the eyes of her “mistresses”.  As Kristina stood there with the wall an inch from her eyes, she rembered back to how she had ended up like this. 

Kristina was working hard towards her deeply-desired new life of ultimately becoming a full-time domestic maid.  She wasn’t yet, indeed she still had a full-time job, but she was on her way to one day leaving the society she currently moved in, proud of her respected public position as a professionally-qualified and senior lawyer, to replace it with her single-minded ambition to live out the rest of her life as a lower-class maid, a cleaning lady, a domestic. 

Story: Lady Helen. Chapter 8.

Maria Donner wrote a follow up chapter to Jackie J's classic Lady Helen. Some of you asked about it in the comments section of Maria's debut L2M story so here it is, approved by Jackie J herself.


Lady Helen - by Jackie J

Except for this chapter - by Maria Donner


Chapter eight


Monique and Patricia never met at the big house. To Ellie she was employed in an official office, and as such not a friend of Patricia. Monique was anxious that the former lady Helen should smell a rat and start trouble. At some time Monique told Patricia that Ellie just might become a problem.

"What do you mean? Ellie seems housebroken now."

"That's what she seems, right. But - she's still potential trouble, a sleeping bomb. Imagine that she gets really sore. What could she do?"

"She can't do anything within the law. You, yourself, made sure of that."

"True. We have her over the barrel. But what if she resorted to something illegal?"

"Oh." Patricia had not considered that. "Do you have a suggestion?"

"Not yet. I have an idea, though. And if it turns out beautifully, I'm sure that you would be pleased."

"What's in it for you?"

Story: Twins

by Jackie J

Chapter one

Twins, identical twins well physically but concerning personality? One would need a magnifying glass to physically separate Isabelle and Isabella, from early childhood they were like peas in a pod but their personalities quickly diverged. Through school Isabelle was studious attaining the highest grades whilst Isabella did just enough yet still gained high marks. University was no different Isabella making the most of the social scene with Isabelle more often found in the libraries rather than the bars. Both having graduated careers in law were pursued and in their late twenties two fine lawyers they made. Isabelle devoted herself to working with the disenfranchised whilst Isabella took to defending the most questionable of characters.  Despite their diametrically opposed outlook on how their skills should be deployed Isabelle and Isabella remained close.  Whilst Isabelle lived a quite existence Isabella grew more wayward, bordering on arrogant, a fun-loving party animal with an increasing reputation for promiscuity.

It was no surprise when Nazeem came on the scene both were attracted to this handsome and rich Middle Eastern heir to the Mudullha fortune.  Isabella’s rather shallow perspective considering his looks and wealth whilst Isabelle found him charming and considerate.  Both were beautiful young women, Isabella was fun and exciting to be with Isabelle was thoughtful and generous of spirit. Nazeem living and working in London and free from the conservative shackles of his family especially his somewhat pious mother, found the company of the vivacious fun-loving Isabella liberating.  Soon they became a couple to be seen around the exclusive nightspots of town. Isabelle wasn’t jealous, was she? No, she was genuinely happy for her sister, wasn’t she?

Engaged within six months all looked set for a happy every after. Nazeem’s family however, especially his mother, were not happy, not happy at all.  Nazeem’s father, who did not enjoy good health, had met the twins on a number of occasions during visits to his surgeon in Harley Street.  He liked them both, why wouldn’t he? Both girls pretty and enjoying successful careers, under normal circumstances either would make a good match for his son. It was the cultural clash, based in London not an issue but back in Nazeem’s home country?  Nazeem’s father, with failing health, knew it would not be long before his son would have to return to take over the business based back in the Emirates what then for his western wife? Would she cope with the culture shock? Life would be very different for her there.

Story: A Simple Act of Delegation. Chapter 11.

by Jackie J

There was no doctor like there was no Mustapha of course but Sheila trusting of Jenny believed every word she was told. Two weeks, then three weeks went by with regular convincing updates from Jenny. Mustapha had confirmed what he had told Jenny in an email. He was being threatened by just communicating with Jenny and must not be contacted again and reiterated that Mrs. Ross’s family wanted nothing more to do with their cursed relative. 

The fictitious toxicology reports had come back negative and that Mrs. Ross’s condition was a mystery, likewise fabricated psychological tests had also failed to discover what could have resulted in such a drastic change in her personality. She could be sectioned if that what was thought best but of course Jenny had dismissed this out of hand telling Sheila she was not willing to let Winnie be probed and experimented on behind the confidential walls of an asylum.

It was agreed that Jenny should move in at Long Acres, Sheila unaware she already had and to organise some care to help Winnie to rebuild her life.  Sheila was happy in the knowledge that such a caring person like Jenny was going to look after Mrs. Ross. 

It was agreed that the business would carry on as normal, it had run well during Mrs. Ross’s time away in the Yemen so why shouldn’t it. Other directors and staff were advised that on doctor’s recommendations Mrs. Ross would be taking extended leave sparing them the details of her true condition. 

Story: A Simple Act of Delegation. Chapter 10.

by Jackie J

The email addressed to Miss Ferguson, the financial and most senior of the directors at Sapphire and Ross, from Mrs. Ross’s required a second read. When Sheila Ferguson entered Jenny’s office and showed her the email from Mrs. Ross Jenny looked up with a look of practiced surprise and having read through the text again her look of concern was no less convincing.

“It doesn’t say how long she will be away, it’s all rather sudden and no mention of where she is going, or gone just that she is visiting a sick relative? I thought all her family where in the Middle East? Well we will just have to manage Sheila, but why has she chosen me, you I can understand you are the senior director. 

Jenny paused, stood from her desk and handed the email back to Sheila.

Well its clear she wants you and me to hold the fort whilst she is away and I will obviously do what is required, I will come up to your offices later and we can make some plans, will you be letting the other directors know Sheila?

Sheila took back the email and shrugged her shoulders.

“Yes, I will let the others know, can you organise a staff notice Jenny then come up around eleven and we can discuss all this.”

Story: A Simple Act of Delegation. Chapter 9.

by Jackie J

Three months had passed since Deborah Jackson had slipped into the heels and skirts of her secretary for her temporary charade. The discovery of her games by the owner of Sapphire and Ross had led to Miss Deborah Jackson, with the collusion of her secretary Jane Simpson, being tempted and drawn deeper into her fantasies until those fantasies had become her reality. No longer the ditzy secretary her original imaginings of her degradation and subordination had been Debbie Langtry now reduced to a mere cleaner wallowing in her servility and lowly status. 

During the first two weeks in her new role Jane Simpson had delved deep into the minds and motivations of individuals such as her ex boss Miss Deborah Jackson reading the thesis of many eminent professionals. She had an incentive of course, if she could fuel those deep-seated desires held by her boss, draw her beyond a tipping point, Jane’s position of head of compliance along with its many advantages would be secured. It became clear to Jane from her studies, and did somewhat explain certain aspects of history, that certain individuals were predisposed if not desirous of their enslavement. The majority from this group of individuals according to the well-read text, were held within the invisible constraints of their financial, domestic and employment situations being already subconsciously enslaved. For those unfettered by such mundane shackles these deep-rooted emotions festered within them. This went a long way to explain why many wealthy and those engaged in professional occupations sought solace, albeit covertly, to exercise their demons, being many and varied, at the hands of others.

Story: Polish Au Pair Takes Control.

This story is written by Kristina Katyn, who co-wrote Kristina’s Secret Cleaning Job with Peter Martin.  I remember reading this story a few years ago and enjoying it, and then suddenly found myself in contact with Kristina herself, and she has assented to my including it here.  It describes how a busy housewife and a lady of the house found herself losing control of her own household.  Kristina loves corresponding on the subject of ladies becoming maids (or an au pair in this case) and many other subjects too.  Her email address is katyn99@hotmail.com.

by Kristina Katyn  (Copyright October 2005.)

(F/F, lesbian, humiliation, domestic, spanking, BDSM, non-consensual?)

Humbly, I knelt down on the kitchen floor and scrubbed at the stains with the stiff-bristled wooden brush.  My knees hurt already, but what I was not prepared for was the intimate tingle inside my most private part as I saw out of the corner of my eye that Aniela, our Polish au pair, was sitting (sitting!), watching me scrub.  Her skirt did not reach past her knees, and between her legs was visible the glistening pink triangle of her panties, not quite obscured by her slim thighs.  The shiny pink triangle seemed to be sending a message, "Surely you can see that if you are down low enough to see my panties, you are submitting to my will."

Perhaps I had been working her too hard again.  If she felt overworked and tired, it was probably reasonable for her to tell me so and take a break.  Brown-haired, pale skinned, attractive in an Eastern European way, Aniela was an efficient au pair if slightly too assertive for an ideal employee.  

I did not like the way she had practically `instructed' me to finish the cleaning because she was too tired, and she had now done this several days this week!  She was too darned cheeky.  But maybe I was too ready to give in.  I always avoided conflict, I always had.  And for some reason I wanted to please her.

"You still need to lose some weight," Aniela observed, staring at my skirt-covered bottom which was sticking in the air as I cleaned.

 "What a nerve," I thought.  But she was right.  And I preferred a fellow girl to say it than my

husband.  I would have to diet more over the next two weeks.  David was due back then and I wanted to be pretty for him.

Story: Kristina's Secret Cleaning Job.

It’s always a pleasure to discover new authors writing in the lady-to-maid genre. This one first appeared on Lush Stories and was recommended to me by a reader. Republishing it with the authors’ permission.

by Peter Martin and Kristina Katyn

Note: I wrote this story together with my friend Kristina Katyn, who had written to tell me how much she enjoyed my writing. She has written other stories too. This story is based partly at least on some of her experiences in real life. Her email address is: katyn99@hotmail.com  We hope you enjoy the story.

Kristina felt her normal sense of foreboding as she walked up the pathway to Heather’s house. It was two o’clock on Saturday afternoon and she knew that although her cleaning and ironing duties should last three hours she was unlikely to leave much before eight o’clock. She wondered whether her bottom would be untouched or stinging when she left Heather's house that evening. That usually depended upon how satisfied Heather was with the quality of her work. Heather did not like imperfections, neither in cleaning duties nor in other things. Kristina had learned on previous occasions that Heather was exceptionally particular.

It was a cool afternoon but, as always, Kristina had to wear only summery clothes and today wore a green vest top that was tight and showed off her perhaps slightly too generous curves, as well as a short A-line white skirt that showed off her bare also slightly overweight thighs. However, it was Heather who told her what to wear and she was the boss and needed to be obeyed. In fact, Kristina happily accepted Heather’s strictures and did not wear a jacket or any other sort of top because that was what Heather preferred, and so she felt chilly as she knocked on the door.

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 28. Conclusion.

by Jackie J

Wendy knew the protocol for conditioning rebellious women brought to the pens, she knew her job and did it well little knowing the piggy she was conditioning, hidden within its pig snouted cowl was Jessica, that was until the Thursday of the second week. Having spilled a slopping out bucket over the head of her charge she had to raise the cowl to clear the eye slit, Wendy rocked back in horror and almost slipped to the floor seeing the empty eyes of Jess staring blankly back at her? Jess’s ass now littered with welts from Wendy’s cane and her pussy open and bruised Wendy went into a panic, what had she done?

Jess showed no emotion or reaction her mind already beginning to fade and Wendy closed back the cowl, she had to see Maggie?

Maggie showed Wendy the signed letter from Jess asking, but how it read, more demanding Maggie put her into a harness, cowl her and leave her in the pens. Drawing Wendy into her conspiracy the cunning, lying Maggie explained that she had to do it, Jess had insisted, she had made her do it to her many times, longer periods each time. This time she wanted to be left for longer treated like one of the guests brought for conditioning,

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 27.

by Jackie J

Being head maid another day of organising staff in the manor guests coming and going, rooms to prepare, menus to decide upon, Jess was run off her feet. Whilst Jess had not forgotten about her arrangement with Maggie, far from it, it was not at the front of her mind. Jess caught a fleeting glimpse of Katrina but that was all. Jess knew they had no reason to fall out but Katrina seemed totally distracted with this special project which seemed to centre around suite 206 on the top floor. Jess was tempted to spy on Katrina but thought the better of it, no one was allowed near the secure suites and surely whatever Katrina was involved in could not go on for much longer it was almost eight weeks already?

Her work in the main manor completed and everyone busy Jess did her rounds and eventually found herself in the East wing. Maggie was out in the pens tending another crop of guests and looking over towards Jess waved her hand. Jess made her way down the ramp to the grazing area and shooing away a wondering harnessed guest stood by the rail of one of the pens taking care not to step in any of the mess. Maggie, huffing and puffing pail and mop in hand staggered to Jess.

“Phew this batch are hard work I hope you won’t be this much trouble when I have you down here in the piggy farm again.”

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 26.

By Jackie J

Jess entered the store room used for work related to the pens and found Maggie cleaning one of the harnesses which had recently been vacated by a satisfied client who was now being attended by one of the working girls in the recuperation suites.

Jess looked down on the glistening metalwork and shiny leather of the harness she had never lost her fascination with the device, a few modifications had taken place since Sharista took over at Stoneleigh but still the same basic restrictive design that had held Lady Isabelle and Mary Downton the first time Jess had encountered the contraption in operation and subsequently her lover, Winifred, Miss Hutchings.

Jess, whilst the main refurbishment of the East wing was being undertaken to accommodate the extra pens, had dallied with the devices. Never entrapping herself fully but working herself into the harness had aroused feelings that led her to understand the perverse pleasures its use would bring to the incumbents. 

Maggie was aware of Jess’s fascination with the harness and all that entailed and smiled at Jess watching her hand glide over the leather straps of the opened and inviting harness. Maggie aware that Mistress was away from Stoneleigh and that her assistant Katrina was rarely around had picked her time well.

The Feminine Régime: A Book Review

by T.H. Enerdly

Many years ago, probably in the early 1990s, I secured a copy of a book titled The Feminine Regime, authored by Miss Regina Snow, cheaply bound, and incomplete. The book I had was a “teaser,” containing only four or five chapters of a projected 18 chapters. The complete book was eventually published in 1995 by The Wildfire Club. However, much to my disappointment, the publisher ceased operations before I was able to buy a copy.

For the last 20 years or so, I've been looking for a copy of the final edition, or perhaps I should say an inexpensive copy. I discovered long ago that the book is available from antiquarian booksellers but at a price. For example, at the time of this writing, Bookfinder.com lists eight copies for sale, ranging in price from $82.64 to $261.31. These prices are far too dear for my budget. By way of comparison, a copy of Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code, a book that outsold everything except a Harry Potter book the year of its publication, can be had for $1.46 at Amazon.com. Thus, at the present time, there does seem to be a greater demand for Miss Snow’s book than for Mr. Brown’s book, assuming of course that price is a proxy for demand.

As can be seen from the image of the cover accompanying this blog post, the book seems to be about spanking, a genre for which I have a certain affection. In fact, the books published by The Wildfire Club were advertised in Janus magazine, a popular British spanking publication, no longer published thanks to the Internet.

Recently, quite by accident, I stumbled across a PDF copy of The Feminine Régime at Archive.org. You can get your very own copy at the following link:

https://archive.org/details/TheFeminineRegime

Having finally had the opportunity to read the complete book, I was surprised to discover that The Feminine Régime was as much a lady-to-maid book as a spanking book. For this reason, I suggest that those who frequent this blog consider adding it to their reading list.

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 25.

by Jackie J

The progress with Janette’s feminisation was slow frustrating and painful for the would-be girl. It soon became clear in the first few weeks that Lord Cranwell had never actually sought a life of femininity and it was only the demands and insistence of Mary Downton that had resulted in his cross-dressing. However, with her world now surrounded by all things feminine and over the many months her diet wasting away and weakening her masculine frame progress was being made but there was still much to do if Sharista was to have her credible girl.

After six months the incessant application of caustic creams had destroyed her face follicles along with the majority of her body hair and her practised application of powder and rouge, along with the intake of herbal supplements there were clear signs a swan was starting to emerge for the ugly duckling. The retraining of Janette’s voice into its softer tone and the hours of deportment guidance had been truly difficult and the fading welts from her canning still remained across her fattened ass cheeks bearing testament to just how difficult that had been for her.

 Katrina smiled at Janette, who pushed back her hair from her face with her polished nails and smiled, passing Katrina the half-finished design of some embroidery work Janette had been set. Katrina studied the fine needlework then handed the piece back to Janette.

“This is much better Janette and your hair looks lovely this morning I do hope Madeline was not too rough with you last night?”

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 24.

by Jackie J

Janette looked at the floor of the carriage when it entered the gateway to Stoneleigh to his surprise and relief the security at the gate waved through the carriage knowing exactly who it’s occupant was. Drawing up to the main entrance to the manor the door of the carriage was opened by a uniformed footman who bowed respectfully.

He knew well not to raise his head until Miss Cat had passed.

Janette stumbled little on the steps caught up in his skirts and a helping hand from Sharista steadied him.

“Relax Janette eyes are on you.”

If Sharista’s words were meant to calm him they didn’t and he was becoming increasingly aware of the restrictiveness of his skirts gathering around him.

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 23.

by Jackie J

Jonathan had been in his rooms gathering some belongings to take when he left Cranwell. It disturbed him that there was not a trace of Florence anywhere to be found but it was years since she left.

Jonathan having heard chatter from down in the manor and the sound of a dinner gong brought him from his thoughts down the stairway and into the parlour. His mother, maid Cathy was in attendance serving drinks to her Mistress and a guest. Sharista stood and with a contrived meekness offered a bobbed curtsy and her hand forward to the approaching Jonathan.

“Lord Cranwell, your servant Miss Sharista Matrina.”

“I understand Miss Summerville made you are aware of your mother's wish to reverse roles with her and to be the maid at Cranwell, some years ago now and what an accomplished maid she truly is. The level of devotion to her Mistress is remarkable and to be admired, don’t you agree Lord Cranwell?”

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 22.

by Jackie J

Time passes as only time can, what went before consigned to history with only the present and the future of any relevance. Downton hall well managed by the dutiful housekeeper, Lucy Fairbright prospered. Cranwell manor, the domain of an increasingly confident and established Mistress Janet Summerville, well served by her now accomplished and totally subservient maid Cathy needed little improvement to the status quo. Still the venue of many ladies’ luncheons although the previous host now served such luncheons with a servility and humility befitting of the most well-trained maid servant that both surprised and amused many of the guests.

Three years had passed and it was if this situation had always existed. Sharista Matrina milked both estates of their wealth and grew richer and more powerful from her base at Stoneleigh, Lady Isabelle a mindless invalid locked away in the north tower of Stoneleigh being oblivious to the changes that had taken place, Stoneleigh having been transformed to become the destination of choice for those of a certain persuasion, many of who had previously visited the grubby suites of 27 Grafton Street.

Sharista’s client base had expanded considerably since moving her operation to Stoneleigh. Not everyone would be minded to indulge their fetish in the relative squalor of the city but within the luxurious setting of Stoneleigh manor well that was different. Protected by her influential client base things could not be better for Sharista Matrina. From her back-street brothel in the city she was truly a woman of substance enjoying the comforts of her country estate. Sharista never forgot the roots of her rise to riches and her stupefied pet remained her constant companion. No longer harnessed, there was no need now, Winifred deformed by the length of her confinement in the insidious harness could no longer stand even if she wished to and o the end of its leash the mute pet obediently crawled naked by Sharista’s side.  

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 21.

by Jackie J

Lady Catherine was in a state of confused shock sat at her vanity staring at her reflection. News she had received from one of her luncheon friends that afternoon had almost made her faint. A random collection of hay by one of the guest’s tenant farmers from Downton hall brought news that Lady Dowton had met up with Lady Florence and was now travelling with her and that Lady Downton had been away for a number of weeks already.

Florence had been publically disowned for deserting her husband Lord Cranwell and the conversations around the luncheon table following this disclosure were very awkward for Lady Catherine. Lady Catherine knew exactly where Florence was and the fate she had suffered at Stoneleigh. But Mary joining her, she had to investigate there must be some confusion especially with the news coming from a mere farmer, someone had their wires crossed? Miss Hutchings had intended the news to seep out from Downton hall with the message she had sent to Lucy Fairbright, head maid and house keeper at Downton hall, and now it had and reached its intended target.

Lady Catherine brushed her hair deep in thought Mary Downton was her choice of bride for her son a son who she had heard little from since he resigned his commission and headed out to India, her many letters going unanswered. She had to go to Downton hall and find out how these rumours started, there was no way could Mary Downton be travelling with Florence because Florence was a captive maid at Stoneleigh. But first she would write to Lady Isabelle who would hopefully dispel this nonsense.

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 20.

by Jackie J

The first week of the new regime at Stoneleigh passed quickly and Jess’s routines became established. The care of Lady Isabelle was her constant responsibility, dosed with Laudanum morning noon and night she would never be returning to her station in life. Jess had no choice but to follow Miss Matrina’s instructions regarding her harnessed pet and by the end of the first week all the signs of Winifred’s emotional and physical capitulation to her torment were becoming manifest.

Thankfully still using the grid but now enthusiastically nuzzling slops from the trough. Jess wanted to remove the cowl speak to Winifred, find out what had gone on, gone wrong, who are these two amazons who had taken control of Stoneleigh, what happened to Mary Downton? So many questions but Jess already knew better than to disobey her new Mistress and having hosed down the pen and pet, filled the food trough with swill prepared to leave the east wing.

When Jess turned to leave stood behind her was a smiling Sharista making her jump.

“You were fond of that were you not Jessica but look at it now rummaging in its own filth.”

Sharista walked to the pen and hooking a lead chain to her pet’s collar pulled it from the pen and having wound up its clitoral stimulator chained it on a short lead to a wall ring.

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 19.

by Jackie J

Sharista chuckled taking Winifred’s hand.

Part of the deal for Sharista to take Lady Downton was that Winifred had agreed to be Sharista’s for one night to do has she wished with, just one night how bad could that be? She was about to find out. 

Both Sharista and Winifred had been pupils together of Madame Sarcosi. Taken from the streets in their early teens who knows what would have become of them had they not been taken under her wing? Before taking the position with Lady Downton, who now shivered, befuddled naked her hair hacked and belted under a meagre woollen blanket in the darkness of a locked room, Winifred had lived and worked here at 27 Grafton Street.

Whilst never a client of Sharista’s Lady Downton had visited the lair of Madame Sarcosi many times to indulge her fantasies having paid well for Winifred to accommodate her needs. When Madame Sarcosi suddenly passed away, the unfortunate result of a stray blade, it was Sharista, the most dominant of the pair who assumed control of 27 Grafton Street taking the name of Black Cat. There could only be one Queen at 27 Grafton Street and when Lady Downton made her offer to Winifred Hutchings to be highly paid to supervise her needs on an ongoing basis, Winifred turned her back on Grafton Street and headed first to Downton Hall then on to Stoneleigh manor a perceived betrayal that Sharista had never truly forgiven her for.

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 18.

by Jackie J

After Winifred had removed the locks from Lady Downton’s harness Jess busied herself unfastening the buckles and straps until the harness was removed leaving a naked dishevelled and disorientated Lady Downton sprawled on the floor of the pen.

“Should I wash her put her in the tub she stinks?”

Winifred removing the hoof mitts and bootees from Lady Isabelle smirked.

“Just wash her down, oh and put this on her you know what it is.”

Winifred slid a device across the floor, a device that Jess was all too familiar with she had worn one herself for what seemed an age when she arrived at Stoneleigh.

“My goodness Winfred what are you going to do with her, where is she going?”

Winifred spoke in a stronger tone.

“Jessica just do like you are told. That is no business of yours.”