Story: From Alpha Female To Submissive

By Peter242

Samantha was thirty-eight and a senior executive in a finance company. Initially, she loved the job, but now, even though she was one of the most senior people in the office, she hated the pressure of the job and the responsibility.  

Hannah was Samantha's assistant. She was twenty-four but was proving herself to be exceptionally good. She was happy to take on more and more responsibility and was even starting to go to client meetings by herself and was proving to be successful in obtaining new business for the company. 

Samantha took Hannah out for lunch to discuss how things were going. It was over that lunch when Samantha had probably had a couple of drinks too much and started to open up about her desire to wind down. "The stress is really getting to me, Hannah," Samantha said. She then added, "I can never wait to get home and wind down." 

Hannah asked because she was interested, "Tell me, Samantha, how do you wind down?"

 

Story: The Humbling of Isabel Kinley

By Jane H. Aubrey

The doorbell rang. Isabel was upstairs, listening to loud music, listlessly doing her homework. Kate went to answer it; she wore a neat grey sweater with the sleeves rolled up, a calf-length floral skirt, and a smart, freshly ironed hunter-green apron. It was Tom. ‘Good evening, sir,’ she beamed, and he gave her a long kiss before she helped him out of his coat and hung up his scarf. He sat on the sofa in the living room and Kate brought a tray with a glass of red wine, before kneeling down and carefully taking off his shoes, which she would clean and buff later. Then she looked up at him and waited, peacefully. He unzipped his fly and Kate took him in her mouth, keeping her hands neatly folded behind her back as Tom preferred, while he sipped his wine. After she had brought him off, she kneeled back; ‘Thank you, sir. May I do anything else for you?’

‘No, darling. Just get on with dinner.’

Story: Kristina's Holiday Week.

By Kristina Katyn

Author's Note:

 "I wrote this story together with my friend Peter242 as a follow-up to our other Kristina stories.  Peter242 has written other stories too.  For myself, I have worked as a domestic cleaner in real life for a number of families and busy professional ladies.  We hope you enjoy it."

Kristina smiled to herself as she wheeled Mrs B’s suitcase into the house, knowing she was going to be skivvy for the week for both Heather and Mrs B, and she was happy to do so.  It was slightly strange, given that the rather dominant Heather was twenty-four years' old compared to the submissive Kristina’s thirty-four, and Kristina knew that Mrs B was fifty-something.

Heather had instructed Kristina to take the week off work so she could serve both Mrs B and herself for their holiday week, which Kristina was more than happy to do as she was drawn to the domestic servitude lifestyle and much preferred the prospect of that life to her primary job as a well-paid but stressed corporate lawyer.

Mrs B had been for a while Heather's dad’s girlfriend.  They had met four years ago, and well after Heather had bought her own place, but her dad asked Heather to be friendly to her and even call her "Mum".  Heather was happy to do that and even after the relationship ended Heather and Mrs B remained friends and as Heather had got used to calling Mrs B Mum, she continued to do so.  They liked to go away on holiday together and, like now, often stayed in the other’s home for a holiday break.

Story: Kristina's New Client.

A new submission from Kristina Katyn, the author of  Kristina in Training, Polish Au Pair Takes Control, and Kristina's Secret Cleaning Job. 

Copyright 2021 by Kristina Katyn and Peter242

Kristina is out of practice and the poor quality of her cleaning leads to punishment

Author's note: I wrote this story together with my friend Peter242 as a follow up to our earlier Kristina stories.  He has written other stories too, all as Peter242.  In real life, I have worked as a cleaner and housekeeper for a number of lovely families and hard-working single professional ladies, ranging from doctors and professors to fashion models and teachers.  I came to love cleaning work and I used to think up fantasies to relieve the tedium and physical effort.  You never know what your own cleaning girl may be thinking about!  My cleaning jobs paid my way through college and though now professionally qualified I still clean in my spare time for my ex and a small number of favourite clients, because I came to know them so well, and they like having me clean for them.  This story is based at least in part (!) on my own experiences.  We hope you enjoy it.
 


As Kristina stepped down from the bus and walked along the street, she was just thrilled that she had managed to get back home to the big city after such a long stay away during COVID lockdown.  She really appreciated the fact that her relatives had let her stay with them on their farm in the countryside because there was lots of open space there and wonderful views compared to the restricted views along an identikit street from her own home in London.  She had had to do quite a bit of helping out for them to justify her stay, of course, when not working remotely from her bedroom, but at least now she could get back to what she saw as her long-term calling, which was domestic service. 

Kristina was wearing her cleaning uniform as she did for all her cleaning jobs, mainly black with bits of white here and there and a hem just below the knee, partly disguised by a blue and white shawl, but anyone who saw her walking along knew what she was, which was a low-class cleaner and housemaid.  Kristina never minded that though, as being identified by passers-by as a domestic enhanced her feeling of being a low-status menial worker, which was the feeling that she most craved.  Kristina longed for the permanent simplicity of servitude as a way to escape the responsibility and stress of her intellectually and politically complex in-house legal position, and constantly dreamed about scrubbing kitchen floors and hanging up laundry in the houses of her betters, and of being reduced in status to the lowliest of the low, a domestic cleaner, a cleaning lady, a maid, a servant, a skivvy.

Story: Bringing it to Life.

Courtesy of Spanking Magazine Stories blog republishing vintage illustrated spanking tales, here's an interesting take on 'stuck as a maid' trope.

Brining it to Life
From Uniform Girls 19

Christina was over the moon. At long last, the big break had come. After dancing on decrepit stages in dubious old working men’s clubs, she was virtually dancing on air as she told her friends about the audition. ‘I’ve got it!’ She jumped up and down, waving the letter of confirmation. ‘A two-hour pilot and then the series; and it could run and run.’ She ran up to her room, and rang through to the production company’s office. ‘Yes. Christina Jones, here. Yes. Just to say I’ll be there, tomorrow at noon.’

Battlestar Vision was one of several up and coming small production houses providing television programmes to independent television stations through Europe: and their young Managing Director, Chris Thorne, was justifiably pleased with his company’s latest coup. A brand-new British-based soap opera, sold to one of the biggest cable-networks in Europe. The series would start with a major two-hour pilot, after which, it would settle down to a twice-weekly half-hour. Plenty of work for British actors, and plenty of money too, flowing in to the coffers of Battlestar Vision. And there was one really unique aspect to the package: it was a soap with a difference: historic soap was the catchword. A modern drama series with all the audience-attracting elements of conventional soap, but based in late Victorian Britain.

Christina was early for her interview with the casting team. She nodded politely as they explained the part they intended her to play. A maid. That’s right. A very useful role for the scriptwriters because a maid has access above and below stairs. She can hear and relay all sorts of gossip… They told her the planned production schedule. The script for the pilot was already written: the programme would go into production in two months’ time ready for completion in mid-summer. The network would be broadcasting it in the early autumn, ready for the big pre-Christmas audiences. Before that, each regular member of the cast would be sent on special assignments relating to their particular part. A doctor would be sent to an old hospital with access to the establishment’s Victorian records. The man and woman who would play the major roles of Lord and Lady Harmon would spend a month in one of Britain’s smaller stately homes: and Christina was to visit another minor stately home, to work as a maid.

Story: What Annabella Wants Annabella Gets. Chapters 1-3.

by Jackie J

Chapter 1

Of course, it felt strange, she knew it would be, but exquisitely so. Annabella, the precocious and spoiled daughter of the Earl and Countess of Buckshire had pondered this moment for months. Annabella had watched with excitement and a degree of suppressed trepidation as her parent’s horse drawn carriage had made steady progress down the tree lined drive and pull out through the main gates of the grounds. Annabella’s parents heading to Europe for the summer. Mollie and Jenny, the two housemaids of the manor, had gone ahead two days before to prepare the summer retreat, only Miss Jarvis the housekeeper and herself remained at Buckshire manor.
A prepared and nervous Annabella shuffled into the parlour.
The housekeeper of Buckshire manor smiled.
“Well, I see you are dressed appropriately, and that you are ready to proceed with what Miss Annabella wishes for you here at Buckshire manor. You have something for me?”
Annabella’s long held desires were about to be realised and quivering handed Miss Jarvis a key.
“Yes, I have locked Miss Annabella’s rooms. This is the key.”
Miss Jarvis smirked taking the key ready to commence Miss Annabella Montgomery’s life has a maid at Buckshire manor.
Along with a number of conditions insisted on by the Housekeeper of Buckshire manor, for her to indulge Miss Annabella’s fantasy, Miss Annabella would only ever be referred to in the third person a condition surprisingly agreed to by Miss Annabella, thinking it to be a harmless and amusing contrivance. It would surely help in her time being a maid for Miss Jarvis.
“Good, then it will be Miss Jarvis now, Annie. And of course a curtsy when you address me.”
Annabella curtsied to Buckshire manor’s housekeeper, Annabella had practiced her curtsy but this first curtsy, dressed in her crisp new maids uniform, to the hired help, to the woman who had herself curtsied without hesitation in the presence of her parents and herself for as long as she could remember now receiving the same level of deference, made Annabella shiver with unfamiliar servility and anticipation of what was to come.
“Yes, Miss Jarvis.”
Annabella had paid Miss Jarvis well to indulge her fetish and for the next three months Miss Annabella Montgomery was to be Miss Jarvis’s housemaid Annie. Stripped of all the privilege’s she had known since childhood, at nineteen, she was to be and treated as nothing more than a common maid in her parents and her own home.
Miss Jarvis approached her new maid and fussed with the high collar of her plain black dress, mop cap and apron bow.
“A good fit I see girl, I have pinned a list of your daily duties for the week in the scullery, so I suggest you get to work.”

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: 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.

Story: Amy Campbell.

by Maria Donner


1 After the wedding


Louise and Gerald were now married - with the eager consent of all involved parents.

He was almost a decade her senior, but no-one had commented.

He was in his late twenties, she was twenty-one.

She was the daughter of a baron, and Gerald - as an only child - expected to inherit the title of Earl of Greystock and the mansion. That was in the future, however. His parents were still very much alive.

He got some money from his parents' estate, but their main income was his salary. He worked in a shipping transport company.

The first month they stayed with his parents; the mansion had plenty of rooms. And she had no problems with her parents-in-law. 

During that month they had been looking for something suitable. They had visited several smaller houses open for rent. They had only been tempted once. The only thing standing in the way was that his commuting would be quite long - consequently wearing. 

Then their luck turned. The present house they were looking at was - unfortunately - somewhat small by their standards.

"What do you think, Louise?"

"Hm. As far as your daily trip to London - no problem. The rent is not a problem either. As for help - a cook, a housekeeper, two maids. We should have no problems, if we could get a local cook, that is. We have only three rooms for the staff in the west end of the house."

The real estate agent had heard her remark. "I may know someone. Mrs. Hayden is looking for a suitable job. She's in her fifties and a widow. She lives close to here."

Story: Veronica and Aunt Miranda. Chapter 9.

by Jackie J

Mid afternoon following Jekaterina’s meeting with her housekeeper Ronnie was polishing the banisters of the rear staircase when she heard her Mistress's voice behind her and turning awkwardly on the stairs was mid curtsy when she froze.

“Mistress?”

Jekaterina chuckled at the expression on her maid’s face having seen her dressed like she was.

“Someone might think you hadn’t seen a maid before girl! A good fit, don’t you think? Mrs Ryder sorted it out for me. I cannot see you struggling on your own like this.”

“Come here, Ronnie.”  

The two embraced and kissed then parted.

“Mistress, you shouldn’t. Look at you! Oh, Mistress ,you look like... You know, before at Lowercroft.”

Walking up to the half-landing at the turn of the stairway Ronnie stood back and admired her Mistress.

“Your uniform, it fits so well!”

Story: Maid Jenny and Her Mistress. Chapter 7.

by Jackie J

Bundled into the rear compartment of Sister Agnes’s carriage, Lucy was in a state of shock and panic. Looking out the small window, she watched Long Lawns disappear behind the tall fir trees that bordered the grounds of what was her home. It all happened so quickly. Why didn’t she shake free of Sister Agnes’s firm grip of her arm? In truth she had tried but to no avail. Why didn’t she scream out her true identity to stop this madness before being locked in the back of this carriage? Why did Mrs Sunderland not stop the woman, say anything, do anything to prevent what amounts to no less than her abduction? And that sly grim behind the look of concern that she saw on her Mistress's face when she agreed for the nun to take her away to the convent! What was she thinking? And why, like Mrs Sunderland, did she do nothing when matters escalated and she was being dragged from Long Lawns?

The compartment in the carriage was cramped and Lucy sat on the small wooden bench and put her head in her hands. Possessed? What madness! She could not help those feelings. She told the nun how she felt and thought she could trust her! Perhaps more in desperation than hope Lucy looked out through the grill on the door at the rear of the carriage. Was her Mistress's carriage following to explain everything to Sister Agnes and take her back to Long Lawns? However, there was no sign of a pursuit, just a dusty empty roadway with the carriage rattling its way to the seclusion St Catherine’s convent.

Story: Maid Jenny and Her Mistress. Chapter 5.

by Jackie J

Before Lucinda Lancaster sought to transform her into a lady to embarrass Lady Southward, Jenny had only spent time in the library at Long Lawns to clean and dust. Now she was an avid reader, spending much of her time there. She found this window to another world fascinating. Jenny had read extensively on the continent of Africa and the work of missionaries there. Marianne had encouraged her to study this subject and with her acquired depth of knowledge Jenny had become quite an informed expert. Should Jenny ever be questioned concerning her time in Africa, before returning to stay at her cousin’s home at Long Lawns, Marianne was confident that her pupil would be able to wax lyrical on the subject to the point of boredom.

Jenny’s struggle with words saw her flicking the now well-worn pages of the library dictionary to establish their meaning and rejoiced in perfecting the pronunciation of each new addition to her vocabulary. No longer seen walking around Long Lawns or sitting at her studies with books tottering on her head, Jenny sat with her back ramrod straight and strode purposely through the rooms of Long Lawns with her head held confidently high. Even when brought to anger chastising her maid, Jenny’s new found sophisticated accent never broke her calm authoritarian tone of rebuke, amusing Marianne immensely. 

Story: Maid Jenny and Her Mistress. Chapter 4.

by Jackie J

Lucy sat at the kitchen table for quite some time staring at her mug of cold tea. The only thing disturbing her thoughts was the risk of the potatoes boiling dry.

Her friend Marianne had truly worked wonders with Jenny in the three weeks she had been away and now she was talking of calling the whole thing off? She had written the condition of the maid’s hair in the contract herself and with good reason. Fussy long hair on a maid look untidy and unhygienic. A neat black bob is perfect for a domestic servant after all. 

She couldn’t risk all the efforts to date going to waste. Yes, Jenny was a new mistress and she had taken advantage picking and choosing like she had with the conditions stipulated in the contact. But hacking her lovely hair... Would it really matter? Marianne was right. It was only vanity and it would grow back. Vanity? Here she was dressed in a baggy maid’s uniform, her hair scrapped back into a tight bun anyway. Vanity? Her hands were becoming chafed already and here nails were a joke. Could she really look any less than a lady than she already did? 

Lucy sighed. The punishment thing though… Good grief! She would never invoke that, never. If she did cut her hair Jenny will waiver that surely!  Marianne said she was confident that Jemmy would be able to fool Lady Southward and that is what this is all about. All she needed was to play her part. Jenny needed to know she truly was the mistress at Long Lawns. And Lucy needed to show her she was her obedient maid.

Story: The Best Laid Plans. Chapters 1-4.

by Jackie J

Chapter one 

Margret sighed tossing yet another batch of applications received from her solicitor, into the roaring flames of the log fire and sat back in the large leather chair by the hearth clutching two of the more promising letters and attached references. Margret Whittingham-Smythe requirements were very specific but the lack of tempting the correct candidate to apply only fuelled her desires more, she had to be out there somewhere she had to be? Crushing the first of the letters in her hands and rolling the creased paper into a ball Margret flung the documents into the flames in frustration. Too old, the second one ticked most of the boxes but again just the wrong age, this one too young and too tall. 

During the twelve months since she had become obsessed with her smouldering desire, having read the novel by Dauphine le Mur, Margret had prepared the path for her planned adventure and only one cog was left to be slotted into place. Given this last piece of her contrived masochistic puzzle was the most fundamental of all, her planning counted for nothing?

Margret had managed to distance herself from the few friends she had there was no family to speak off and she lived a solitary existence at Woodland manor since the two years of her arrival which fitted well with her plans.  

There was no shortage of applications, why wouldn’t there be? To enjoy the comfort and lavish ambiance of Woodland manor, access to incredible wealth and the lifestyle currently enjoyed by Margret herself. Sure, that was the bait but with only four potential applicants having reached the interview stage in the twelve months that had passed Margret’s fantasy seemed further away from fulfilment than ever.

Story: Managing the Heiress. Chapter 4.

By Charles Ryder

Stephen made me very happy today. He explained how he was very impressed with my work under Mrs Francis. She had apparently explained to him that I was now thoroughly knowledgeable regarding all matters pertaining to the running of the house and that consequently my services as a maid were no longer required. He also explained that I should be schooled in the behaviour expected of the wife of a senior army officer. He has discussed this with Mrs Francis and she is apparently amenable to help ‘take me in hand’. He has also given Mrs Francis a sum of money in order that I might be more appropriately dressed for my new role.

“How long do I have to wait before you tell the silly little bitch?”

Each word was punctuated by a rhythmic thrust as I worked energetically on my Irish minx. I could feel my manhood straining to bursting point. She was almost the exact opposite of my juvenile wife, sexy, skilful and all the tricks of a whore, which she possibly once was. At that precise moment I just didn’t care. I was right on the very edge of a massive climax.

“Tell me again” I whispered. “What are you going to do with Charlotte?”

Story: Managing the Heiress. Chapter 2.

Charles Ryder just had an e-book out called The New Government, a BDSM anti-feminist novel that many of you may enjoy if you like stories here. You can find it at A1 Adult E-books. 

And now on to the next chapter of Managing the Heiress.

by Charles Ryder

Later that evening Stephen returned, but he wasn't alone. He entered the living room with an older gentleman. He introduced the man to her as Major Lytham.

"Mrs Darnley, it's a pleasure to meet you at last ma'am. Your husband has told me a very great deal about you. And ma'am, if I be so bold, he has much underestimated your beauty and charm."

Charlotte blushed prettily and thanked the Major.

"Let me explain the situation, Mrs Darnley. I am your husband's senior officer. He is one of my most valuable men. The reason I'm here is to explain his role with us and to beg a favour from you. Your husband is soon to go undercover on our behalf. That is to spy on this country's enemies." 

Charlotte put her hand to her mouth. "But Major Lytham isn't that terribly dangerous? Will Stephen be in danger at all?" 

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: Miss Winterbourne’s New Helper. Chapters 1-4.

by Jackie J

Chapter 1

“Well Miss Winterbourne, how can I help? Where do I start?”

Miss Winterbourne turned from the sink and laughed which muted to a wry smile.

“Mistress, what were you thinking? You can start by getting out of the beautiful dress, you will ruin it!”

Lady Fitzgibbon smoothed her hands down over her dress and looked at her housekeeper.

“What, what’s wrong with this? Nonsense, it’s not that new!”

Miss Winterbourne walked away from the large stone sink and the stack of pots and pans with her dish cloth in hand.

“Mistress, not only will you ruin that dress but it is totally impractical. Your offer to help, whilst Janice is away, looking after her sick aunt is most welcome, but really, you cannot be serious doing her duties dressed like that.”

Miss Winterbourne pointed to a prim maid’s uniform hung at the far side of the kitchen.