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From: "Kenny Gamura" <turtlemeat69@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Vote Bondo (BDSM, no spanking, ballot stuffing)
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Date: Wed, 04 Jul 2007 22:10:02 -0400
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Disclaimer

This is just a story, okay.  It is meant for grown ups,
however the area of the world you live in defines it.
Nothing like this ever happened and nothing like it ever
should, get it.  It is completely something from my
imagination.  This means it belongs to me, its creator, not
to you, even if you live in China.  So don't republish or
repost or anything like that without me saying it's all
right.  Formating was done in Courier New, so that is what it
looks best in.  I spell like crap.  suzee did her best to fix
it, but their is only so much she can do.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera

turtlemeat69@hotmail.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera/www
http://storiesonline.net


                           Vote Bondo
                               by
                         Kenny N Gamera

"Vote!"

The bullwhip sliced the air.  The tip cut its sonic boom into
nothing.  The girl on the kettledrum giggled.  One of the girls
on the computers turned and stuck her tongue at me.  That is the
problem with these modern slaves.  You bust your ass to get some
effect, but it does earn you a lick of respect.

Then again the fat suit may have been a little overboard.

I stalked between the workstations.  Each of the slaves was
busily stuffing the online ballot box.  Each vote cast to get
yet another Tiger on the AL all-star team.  It had worked for
Mags and Placido.  Heck, it even got Sean Casey mention in the
papers as a 'what the fuck.'

I walked past Stacy's workstation and glanced at the screen.
She hadn't marked Bonderman's box the first in line.  The next
to last box had been marked instead. Pat Neshek!

"Stacy!  On your feet!"

Because I had shouted directly into her ear, the bad slave
jumped with surprise.  I spun her office chair around and sat
down.  I changed her vote.  I also clicked the boxes for the
spam from MLB and Monster.

"Stacy.  On my lap."

Trembling, she bent down over my lap.  I lifted the pink terry
cloth mini skirt (the only thing the slaves wore) to expose her
rump.  My hand came down with a splat.

"Get up."  I ordered.

She stood back up and looked at me, disappointment all over her
face.  I stood as well.  Every slave looked at us.  Some threw
eye daggers at Stacy, but most waited to see what would happen.

"There will be no floggings tonight for anyone."  A moan
escaped, here and there.  "Stacy will spend the night in the
comfy chair instead of her cage.  And if anyone tries to vote
for a Twin again, there will be no floggings for a month.

"Now, back to work.  And vote Bondo."

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