Tonya Harding, Slave Girl [Part 1]

 

 

"Tonya Harding, Slave-Girl!" (1/10)

Tonya Harding, Slave-Girl!

Chapter 1

Tonya woke up that morning, just like she had any other. It was cool and rainy in
Portland, and she just looked out her window and sighed…

‘How could everything have turned out this bad?’, she thought.

A few months ago, it looked like she was going to be on top of the world; a National
Figure Skating Championship, a
chance for Olympic gold, the possibility of making millions
of dollars doing endorsements, and being loved by an entire nation! But then…

‘Damn him anyway! Why did I ever get back together with him?’, Tonya thought about her
off-and-on husband, Jeff, ‘HE was the one who got me into all this shit!’

She picked up his picture, and looked at it. The slicked-back hair, the beady little
eyes, the con-man mustache… The more she looked at his picture, the angrier she got at
him! She wanted to throw the picture against the wall; she wanted to destroy him for all
the pain that he had caused her with his wild scheme against Nancy Kerrigan!

She started to cry, wishing she’d never heard of Nancy; the USFSA had turned Kerrigan
into an Ice Goddess, and totally ignored Tonya… ‘I never saw NANCY doing those triple
axels…’, she thought to herself, as the tears flowed down her face.

Tonya laid back down on her bed, buried her face in her pillow, and started sobbing
heavily. This wasn’t the first time in her life that she’d done it, and she knew it
wouldn’t be the last, by any means…

Half an hour later, she got up off the bed, got dressed, and went outside; the rain had
let up, and was just a fine mist now. She started walking, without paying any particular
attention to where she was going, replaying the fiasco over and over in her mind.

A little while later, she came to a city park; nobody was there due to the rain. She
shook some water off of a swing, and sat on it, slowly moving back and forth…. Almost
drifting off…

"Are you alright, miss?" Tonya jumped when she heard the man’s voice; she
hadn’t noticed him walking up to her. His voice was fairly soft, and had a soothing
quality to it. He was tall, with dark hair, a mustache and beard, looking like a college
professor.

"I…I’m not sure…", Tonya replied, her heart still racing from being
startled.

"I’m sorry to have startled you like that… May I join you?", he asked in
the same soft voice.

"I guess so…", she answered, not quite knowing why she was willing to trust
a total stranger.

"You look like you’re having kind of a bad time of things…", he said, as he
took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping away a tear that she hadn’t realized was even
there, "Would you like to talk about what’s wrong?".

"The whole world hates me, that’s what’s wrong!" Tonya’s anger started to
flare up again, "People make jokes about me, they call me White Trash, they think I
should have been thrown in jail, and for all I know, some pervert is even writing cheap
porno stories about me!" Tonya’s hands covered her face, and she started sobbing
again.

"Hmmmmm…", the man said, "I think I might be able to help you,
Tonya…" He smiled as he gently took her hand.

"How?"

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself," he grinned sheepishly, "My name is
David Liebenschmerz, and I’m a psychologist."

Tonya shot back at him, angrily, "WHAT??? Do you think I’m crazy or
something???"

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no," he said, trying to smooth out her misunderstanding,
"not crazy, just under a lot of stress from everything that’s happened."

It was Tonya’s turn to look sheepish, "Oh… I’m sorry… I… I didn’t realize
what…what you meant…"

He smiled. "Don’t worry about it…I’m used to people losing control every once in
awhile…"

Tonya was now blushing deeply. She hung her head, and her eyes misted up again. She
turned to leave, but the man stopped her.

"Would you like to come to my office and talk for awhile? It’ll be on the house
today, OK?", he asked gently.

"Well… OK…", Tonya agreed, still embarrassed at her outburst.

"OK… My office is a couple blocks away… Shall we go?"

"OK…"

They chatted as they walked, and Tonya found herself trusting the Doctor more and more.
As they arrived at his office, he told his receptionist to hold his calls. They walked
down a hall, and came to a door marked "Dr. David Liebenschmerz". He opened it
up, and they went inside.

Besides the normal desk, chairs, and couch, the office also had a couple of beanbag
chairs. Tonya looked at them quizzically.

"Sit in one if you want, Tonya; the idea is to let people be as comfortable as
possible," he said, grinning, "it’s easier for people to loosen up when they’re
in a beanbag chair."

She sat.

"Now, from what you’ve told me, it sounds like you’ve been in bad relationships
for quite some time; first, with your mother, and then with Jeff. Tell me, do you feel
like you should have been punished for what you did?"

Tonya protested, "But it wasn’t my idea!!"

"I understand that, Tonya," he said reassuringly, "but I asked the
question because most people who are victims of abuse have been convinced that they
deserve the abuse they get, so let me ask you again… Do you feel that you should have
been punished?"

She thought about it, and realized he was right. "Yes", she replied.

"This might sound strange, but trust me, OK? Will you let me punish you?", he
asked, in a clinical tone of voice.

"Why?" Tonya was confused.

"It’s part of a new theory I’m testing, called Abuse Control Therapy. The idea is
to redirect the feelings that abuse is deserved into a non-harmful setting, and work to
build the victim’s self- esteem from there," he explained patiently, "so instead
of a beating where she could be seriously injured or even killed, she gets what I call a
‘therapeutic spanking’, where her feelings both before and afterwards are resolved."

"Does it work?" Tonya asked, curious.

"Well, I haven’t put it through a full clinical trial yet, but the few times I’ve
been able to try it, it seems to have had a positive effect," he said, proudly.

"Well, if it seems to work, I guess I could let you try it…"

"Good! Now, Tonya, as part of the therapy, I’m going to be very strict with you;
don’t take it personally, because it’s just part of the therapy, do you understand?",
he asked, tenderly.

"OK, I understand…"

"Good, good… Now let me get a few things prepared…"

Chapter 2

The Doctor went to a closet, opened it, and wheeled out a small padded table, attached
to a base by 2 upright bars. It reminded Tonya of a pommel horse. On the base were 4
leather cuffs, one at each corner. He looked at Tonya.

"Take your clothes off!", he ordered.

"What???" The abrupt change to the harsh voice startled her; she stood and
stared at him for a moment.

His voice returned to its gentle tone; "It’s all part of the therapy, Tonya… I
told you I’d be strict, didn’t I?

"Yeah…", she said, weakly, as she disrobed.

The Doctor pointed to the table.

"Get on it! NOW!"

Tonya realized that she had to get on the table, and she complied. As soon as she had
laid face-down, the Doctor put his hand on her back, pushing down as he started fastening
a leather strap across the small of her back. Then, he pulled each of her hands and feet,
attaching them to the leather cuffs. Within about 30 seconds, Tonya was secured to the
table.

Secured, and totally helpless!

"Now, Miss Harding, it’s time for your punishment! Since your actions were so
severe, I will give your butt 50 swats with a paddle!", he said, menacingly.

He walked over to the closet again, and pulled out a wooden paddle. It was about a foot
long, and had holes drilled in the flat sides of it. Tonya wondered what they were for,
and started to protest.

"No! I don’t want it! Let me go!!!"

"This is part of the therapy, Tonya! If you keep whining, I’ll have to gag you! Do
you want that???"

"No! Let me go, you big GRLMPH!!!"

Seemingly out of nowhere, the Doctor had produced a ball gag, which he stuffed into
Tonya’s mouth almost effortlessly. She tried to scream, but the gag covered her mouth too
well.

"I’m sorry for this, Tonya," the Doctor’s gentle voice was explaining,
"but I have to make it seem bad the first time… As the therapy goes on, I’ll
gradually taper down on the punishment, until you get almost none. OK?"

Tonya looked at him, helplessly, and thought for a moment. In spite of the fear and
anger she felt, she could feel herself getting wet between her legs. Was she enjoying this
without meaning to? She craned her neck to look up at the Doctor, and nodded
"yes".

The Doctor looked at her butt, caressing it in preparation for the spanking it would
soon receive. ‘Kind of big,’ he thought, ‘but definitely nice for spanking’. Tonya started
calming down when he’d caressed her plentiful ass, so he kept rubbing it for awhile.

Meanwhile, the trussed-up Tonya was feeling very nice, indeed! She was now acutely
aware of her state of arousal, and she decided to relax and enjoy it… But then…

WHACK!!!

The Doctor had picked up the wooden paddle with his free hand, and brought it down hard
against Tonya’s upturned buttocks! Her body jumped against the bonds, but she couldn’t do
anything to protect herself!

"RRRGGGLLLLMMMPPPHH!!", she tried to scream through her gag!

"That was ‘one’" he said in his clinical tone, as he returned to caressing
her now-stinging butt. He caressed it for a little while, then…

WHACK!!! "Two…"

He stroked the helpless woman’s posterior, feeling the small welts that were already
forming from the holes in the paddle. He smiled to himself, thinking that Tonya’s butt was
made for spanking!

WHACK!!! "Three…"

WHACK!!! "Four…"

WHACK!!! "Five…"

Tears were now flowing freely down Tonya’s face; she was heavily sobbing through the
gag. At the same time, though, she was getting more and more aroused, too, which she
didn’t understand… ‘He told me to trust him,’ she thought, ‘and I can’t believe how good
this all feels; his therapy must be working!’

WHACK!!! "Six…"

WHACK!!! "Seven…"

WHACK!!! "Eight…"

As the spanking continued, both her pain and her pleasure were increasing; she wondered
if she’d always subconsciously enjoyed the abuse she’d suffered, and if that was the
reason she’d tolerated it from Jeff for so long.

WHACK!!! "Nine…"

WHACK!!! "Ten…"

WHACK!!! "Eleven…"

Tonya increasingly felt the sting from the paddle turning into the tingling of arousal
throughout her body; as she got wetter, she was both horny and embarrassed at her sexual
response. ‘I didn’t expect THIS’, she thought through her pain; she realized that she
didn’t object to it, either…

WHACK!!! "Twelve…"

WHACK!!! "Thirteen…"

WHACK!!! "Fourteen…"

Her butt felt hot from the spanking, but her pussy was even hotter! Again and again,
the paddle beat her helpless ass, raising thick red welts all over it! Tonya realized that
at this moment, she could probably come at the merest touch on her clit; she tried
clenching her pussy muscles to drive herself over the edge, but it didn’t help her.

The Doctor was well aware of Tonya’s state of horniness; he could detect the aroma of
her love juices, and knew that soon, he would control her completely… He smiled to
himself, thinking about how easily he’d been able to convince the ex-skater to accept his
"therapy"…

Soon, she would be his willing slave, without question…

Chapter 3

WHACK!!! "Forty-eight…"

WHACK!!! "Forty-nine…"

WHACK!!! "Fifty!"

"Tonya, you have now been properly punished; I’m going to release you, and I want
you to lay down on my couch…" His voice quickly returned to its relaxed, gentle
tone.

The Doctor untied the gag from her mouth first; as it came out, Tonya started breathing
deeply. He uncuffed her hands, then moved around to her butt for a last look at his
handiwork with the paddle before he released her leg cuffs.

Tonya’s butt was a nearly-solid mass of welts from the paddle; there were very few
spots that had escaped the Doctor’s aim. He looked between her legs, noticing that her
pussy was soaked with her juices, which were starting to flow down toward her clit.

The Doctor knelt down, releasing both the ankle cuffs. He raised back up, and pulled
gently on Tonya’s shoulders to help her up from the table. As she got back on her feet,
her legs grew wobbly, and she almost fell, but he held her more tightly, and he helped her
walk over to the couch and lay down.

"Do you feel like you have to cry, Tonya?", he said, noticing her
tear-stained face, "If you do, just go ahead and cry for as long as you need to,
OK?"

Tonya nodded, and tried to let her tears flow. She realized that her arousal had taken
her depressed mood away, so she thought about everything that had happened to her, and a
little while later, she felt a tear well up in her eye, and it dripped down her face,
followed quickly by more. Soon, a veritable floodgate of tears were streaming down her
face, as she released all the painful emotions that she’d been keeping bottled up inside
her…

She cried for about 20 minutes, then drifted off into peaceful sleep. About an
hour-and-a-half later, she woke up and started to look around, not recognizing the
Doctor’s office at first. He smiled at her, catching her off guard.

"How do you feel after your nap, Tonya?"

"Well, my butt hurts…", she said, smiling.

He smiled back at her, "Do you still feel guilty about what happened with you,
Jeff and all that?"

"Hmmmm… Well, I guess I feel better, now that I’ve had the punishment… I
felt… you know… horny, too; why would that happen, Dr. Liebenschmerz?", she said,
puzzled.

"Why did you feel aroused, you want to know?", he replied, with an equally
puzzled expression, "I honestly couldn’t tell you, Tonya… I don’t think I’ve ever
had any of my patients react that way, to be perfectly truthful with you, Tonya…"

He got up, and went over to his bookshelf, picking out a book, and leafing through it.
After about 30 seconds, he came to a page, and put his finger on it. He scanned the page
for about a minute, then got a surprised look on his face, turning to Tonya.

"My medical reference doesn’t say anything about what you described, Tonya!"
He sounded worried. "I think this bears further study, don’t you? Would you be
willing to undergo some more testing for awhile?"

Tonya looked at him, and nodded. He smiled.

"Excellent, Tonya! I’d like to have you stay at my country home for a week or so,
so that I can study your response to this therapy further… Can we do it in, say, a
week?"

"I guess that’s OK," Tonya replied, "I don’t have a whole lot that I
have to do for awhile…"

"Ideal! Now, let me put some lotion on your butt, so that you can get dressed,
OK?", the Doctor said, as Tonya nodded her assent.

The Doctor got out a small jar, and walked back over to the couch. Tonya was still
laying face-down, so it was easy for him to take a dollop of the lotion and spread it all
over her butt. He gently massaged her sore ass, working the lotion in smoothly; it felt
cool and relaxing to her, easing the sting from the spanking.

As he worked the lotion in, he gently spread her butt cheeks apart with his hands. He
looked at Tonya’s still-juicy pussy, and noticed its wetness. He wanted to use his fingers
to stimulate her, but restrained himself, not wanting to give her any reason to back out
of his plans.

"I think you’ll find that after this intensive therapy, you’ll be a whole new
woman, Tonya," he said, "The way you’ve responded today, I can tell that it’ll
be perfect for you!"

"Do you really think so?", she said, excitedly.

"Oh, I can practically guarantee it, Tonya!", he exclaimed, "It’ll
change your whole life!"

"Oh, thank you!", she cried, as she reached up and hugged him, "You
don’t know how much this means to me!"

They hugged for a while, then Tonya got up, gathered her clothes, and got dressed. She
was very careful putting her panties on, taking care not to further irritate her reddened
rump. As she was getting done buttoning up her blouse, the Doctor looked at her.

"How we’ll do this, Tonya, is that next week, we’ll meet here, and we’ll go out to
my country home," he explained, "It’s a large acreage, and we’ll be totally free
from any outside interference; I find that intensive therapy works better that
way…"

"Sounds good to me, Doctor," Tonya agreed.

"Excellent!", he exclaimed, "And just tell people that you’re going to
be on vacation for a week or so; you don’t want them to get worried…"

"That’s a good idea!", Tonya replied, as she walked toward the door,
"I’m looking forward to it!"

The Doctor smiled as he walked her to the door, opening it for her, and waving as she
walked out, smiling. He closed the door, and walked back to his desk, chuckling under his
breath.

"Not if you knew what I have in store for you, Tonya," he said with an evil
laugh, dialing his phone, "Not if you knew…"

Chapter 4

Tonya wondered all the way home why she’d gotten so horny when the Doctor was paddling
her bottom. She hadn’t expected that at all! She started getting the feeling that she was
gaining a new self- awareness as the result of the therapy, and she realized she wanted to
go through the intensive therapy more than anything.

She went to her bedroom, and got undressed, until all she had on were her panties. She
very carefully pulled them down, and let them fall to the floor, gently stepping out of
them. She went into the bathroom and turned the cold water on. She took a small towel, and
soaked it, getting it nice and wet, then turning the water off, and wringing it out. She
took the towel back into the bedroom, and bent over the bed slightly, gently draping the
towel over her sore bottom. She carefully laid down, making sure that the towel didn’t
fall off, and tried to relax.

Tonya’s thoughts of her therapy were still centered in her mind as she lay on the bed.
She thought about the abuse she’d been through with Jeff, and tried to remember if she’d
gotten aroused by it. She couldn’t think of any times that she’d gotten horny from it.

‘But if I didn’t like it, why did I put up with it?’, she asked herself, silently.

She rolled the question over in her mind again and again, but she couldn’t come up with
an answer. The cool, wet towel on her sore buttocks felt comfortable, and she realized
that the towel wasn’t the only thing that was wet; the erotic sensations were welling up
inside her again as she pondered the effects of her punishment.

She didn’t want to call the Doctor to ask, thinking it might mess up the plans for the
intensive therapy, so she kept thinking about it, but with no luck, so she tried to relax.
She closed her eyes, and a flood of images came into her mind; being tied to the table and
paddled, the whole Olympic debacle, the public scorn, her life with Jeff.

She knew now that the intensive therapy would be her saving grace; it was exactly what
she needed to get her life back in order! She smiled, and decided to satisfy her desires.
She thought about turning over on her back, but her butt was still sore enough that she
didn’t want to put any pressure on it yet. She thought about it for a few moments, then
grabbed the other pillow, raised herself up, and slid it under her belly.

She slid her hand down to her bush, and gently ran her fingers through it. It felt good
to her. She traced the outline of her pussy lips with her fingers, and started gently
moaning. Her fingers came to rest on her clit, and gently rubbed the nub. Her moaning got
more intense, and she started breathing more deeply. Her clitoral massage became more
intense, faster and faster, and she started gasping for breath; her body moved in rhythm
with her gasps, and she was just about ready…

OOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! She came with an immense moan, her body shaking with the force of
her orgasm! As her ecstasy subsided, tears welled up in her eyes, and she started to cry;
the Doctor had told her to cry for as long as she needed to, so she let herself go with
the flow. Being able to cry felt good to her, having had to hold her sorrow in check for
so long.

Soon, she fell asleep, with the pillow still under her belly.

As she slept, she dreamed of her punishment therapy at the hands of the Doctor. With
every swat, instead of pain, she received great pleasure. He released her, and told her to
go skate.

She went through a door, and she was back in Lillehammer. She checked her laces; both
perfect! The music started, and she skated flawlessly! She looked at the judges, and
they’d ALL given her PERFECT scores!

She stood on the award stand, at the very top; she cried a tear of joy when the Gold
Medal was put around her neck. She went out the door, and the world was waiting; they
embraced her with more love and affection than anyone had ever had before! "Nancy
WHO?", they all asked. She was instantly the most-loved person in all of history!

People with bags full of money gave them to her, millions and millions of dollars
worth! She shook each of their hands, and as she did, a giant poster of her endorsing a
product appeared behind them!

The Doctor called her back, and motioned to the therapy table again; she jumped on
willingly, letting herself be secured. The paddle came down on her ass again, and with
every swat, a choir of angels sang "Tonya, we love you", with the choral voices
forming the Lost Chord. Waves of love swept over her, and she went along with the
pleasure.

The Doctor released her again, and told her to take care of Jeff. She went through the
door, and she was in her old apartment, with Jeff looking at her angrily.

"Where have you been?", he shouted as he stormed toward her, fists ready to
pound on her! He swung, but Tonya grabbed his hand before he could connect, and twisted
his arm! She twisted a little harder, and the arm came off! Jeff looked at her, horrified;
he’d never thought she could do THAT to him!

Jeff came at her again, furious! He swung his remaining hand, but Tonya caught it, and
again, twisted his arm off! He tried kicking her, and she grabbed his leg, pulling it off
with ease! He hopped in anger, but she reached down, grabbed his leg, lifted him over her
head, and pounded him on the ground, using his body as though it was a club! Again and
again, Tonya pounded the helpless Jeff, then she set him on a chair.

"So how do YOU like it, asshole???", she shouted! She hit him, backhanded,
square in the jaw; his head spun around like a roulette wheel! When his head came to rest,
Jeff looked at Tonya.

"Please…please don’t hurt me any more…" he said, pleading for the mercy
that he’d never showed her.

"Why shouldn’t I?", she said, as the impact of her fist sent his head
spinning frantically around again!

"Please…", he said as her fist struck his jaw yet again, this time causing
his entire body to start rising as his head spun like a helicopter blade! Jeff rose
through the ceiling, the roof, and went up, up, up! Tonya watched as he rose out of sight,
never to be seen again…

She was filled with elation, being rid of Jeff once and for all! She celebrated her
victory over her abusive ex-husband, then started to doze off…

Tonya woke up with the still-damp towel draped over her butt. She felt good, but
realized that it had only been a dream. But what a dream!!! She got up, taking the towel
off her bottom, and taking it back into the bathroom. She used a mirror to look at her
ass; it was still red, but felt quite a bit better than it had before she’d dozed off.

She thought about her dream; she was looking forward to the intensive therapy now.
DEFINITELY looking forward to it…

Continued in Part 2

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