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.