Some Special Tools

"Sorry," said Nathan, fiddling with the machinery. "This thing is so old and rusted. I can't figure out how to get you out."

"Could you please throw a blanket over me or something?"

"Shh. You're distracting me. It's very important that I concentrate. I don't want to accidentally turn on the spanking machine."

SMACK.

"Eek!"

"Now look what you've made me do," said Nathan, as Emily tried to shift her bottom out of range of the swinging leather paddle. "Of course, if you hadn't managed to lose all your clothes in the funhouse, this wouldn't have happened. I don't know how you did that. You must be a very silly, irresponsible girl."

"Just a little blanket," said Emily, trying to be polite. She knew Nathan was doing his very best to help her, and this predicament really was all her own fault, but she couldn't help but wish he'd help her out just a tiny bit more. "Even a towel would do."

"I'm sorry, Emily, I know you're trying to help, but I really can't listen to you right now. I have to concentrate. The last thing I want to do is activate the machine that sprays water at your..."

"Eeeek!" said Emily, as twin jets of ice-cold water were sprayed directly at her pink nipples. "Nathan, can you turn that off again, please? Quickly?"

"I'm going to have to go and get some special tools," said Nathan. "This lock just isn't coming loose."

"But first, can you..."

"Won't be long. Only fifteen minutes or so."

"I..."

"Maybe closer to half an hour."

SMACK.

"Ow!"