Marv stared into Mia's displeased eyes. Her lips were set in a frown and her hand was on his cock. She squeezed his bulge so that she now knew he was hard. Still, in shock, he tried to mutter out an explanation for his spying. "Mia, this isn't what it appears."
Mia again squeezed him; the lie obvious. "Master Marv, I think this is exactly as it appears. There Is no need to explain, I can see what happened here."
"Now hold on, just wait." His face was flushed and knees weak as Mia continued manipulating his cock through his breeches.
This could only end badly. Turning back around, he saw that the situation had only grown worse. One of the girls had opened the door fully so the other slave girls could see him standing there with an angered Mia. Within a few days of coming to this plantation, he'd lost the trust of the entire household. From this time onward, Marv would only be seen as another corrupt master, waiting to take out his lusts on his poor slaves.
Worse, he was duty-bound to report this incident, lest anyone do so before him. Imagining the shame on the face of his other idealistic colleagues turned him an even brighter red.
Then Mia had a hand on his back, pushing Marv firmly into the room, hand still on his cock, tighter now, as if preventing his escape, physically and emotionally. This left him surrounded by the eyes of the slave girls, dressed in their assortment of costumes meant for masters. The girl who had taken the role of slave for their roleplay was still laying on the bed, brown body sweaty from the play.
The sight of the partially dressed girls caused his cock to engorge further, straining into the grip of the estate's mistress. The embarrassment continued. Could he not control himself?
"Look at what you did," Mia said. While he took full responsibility for his predicament, he didn't think himself the cause of it. But then she continued, "Look at what you have done to your master!"
...What now?
"Harlots!" Mia shouted. She released Marv to move on the girls. "Negro hussies. Dark sluts!" She spat her anger at them. "And at a time like this!"
Mia took hold of the whip that she kept curled at her wide hips and lashed it at the girls. This caused a chorus of cries and pattering feet around the room. This continued for some time as Marv stood shocked. He'd misjudged the cause of Mia's ire. She blamed the slaves for this. Of course she did. Before he could step forward to stop this, Gail stepped did.
Mia had cornered the girls so that they huddled together. Gail in her master's getup stood before them as a shield, head bowed.
"It was my fault," Gail said.
Finally, he managed to get words out. "Mia, this is all a misunderstanding," he tried to explain again, weakly. "Let us retire to the office and discuss this."
Mia only shook her head at his words. "You have been too soft on them, Master Marv. This is the result. They have taken advantage of your kindness. But now is the opportunity to put them in their proper place." She started stroking her whip like she had his cock, her face eager. Marv had prevented the harsh Mistress from doing anything to the slaves since coming to the estate and now he was had given her the excuse to handle matters her own way.
Doing what should have taken a crew of men, Mia wrangled the girls up and out of the corner yelling at them to get into position. With Gail being the one to take responsibility, it was now her being held down so that her body was pressed against the bed naked. Mia had discarded the hat Gail wore and cruelly ripped the flimsy blouse covering her petite breasts.
Mia, a mad look in her eyes, reared back her whip, arm ready to bear down on Gail with everything she had. Gail braced and the girls watching flinched, then turned pleading eyes to Marv. He had to respond to those silent calls for help, just like he had for all those beseeching him before. With a confidence unlike himself, he strode to Mia and caught her by the wrist, to her shock.
"Master Marv. I know you favor the girl, but this must happen."
Pretending like he knew what was going on, he spoke in a way that would appeal to Mia. "First, these girls should know exactly what they did wrong. If they understood, I am sure it would never have happened."
Thankfully, Mia fell for his rouse and explained the cause of her anger. "Impersonating a master is a capital offense!" Mia gestured to the surrounding slaves. "Then these silly little negros widened their crimes, doing so in front of the eyes of another master. They even teased you to erection, giggling all the while, encouraging you to accept their misdeeds."
Marv was sad to admit Mia was right on that. While he'd heard of former slaves taking over plantations, those were men of special position, war heroes. Gail and the others were house slaves. House slaves that didn't do any housework. Making matters even more difficult was the disrespect they had shown Mia since Marv came here, the girls seeing themselves free of Mia's whip.
Marv had caused this with his laxness. Mia was well within her rights to whip them all. This was still the law, and to thwart her in this would violate well-established house etiquette, too. As a master and a man, he could do it, but it would come with a cost. It would be lessened by the fact that Mia was still a black, however light-skinned. But then if he took advantage of that, what would that say of his ideals, using his position to thwart a black woman's small amount of authority among her peers?
He was stuck, his feet feeling as though he were in quicksand, going deeper with his struggles. It was so much easier back in his original post waiting in his office for applicants to plead their case, explain their woes. Now he was on the front lines and knew not what to do. Words died on his lips, the eyes of Mia practically beating him into submission.
When the feeling quicksand left him paralyzed, Gail spoke, "I demand to be disciplined by my real master!"
