We were Face-Timing, my Sir and I. He was away on business; he’d already been gone a week, and it would be another week before he made it back home. I was missing him dreadfully.

He enjoyed hearing how much I missed him although, of course, I was not allowed to complain about his absence. And I had too much respect for the work he did to make a fuss about it anyhow.

So he was smiling when he said, “Tell me what you miss the most.”

I pretended I had to think hard before I said, “Well, your bed is very cold and lonesome without you, Sir.”

He nodded. “I’m sure it is. What have you done to keep warm?”

“Nothing, Sir!” I said quickly.

“You haven’t played with yourself? Haven’t touched that pussy?”

“No, Sir! Not even once.” I paused and added, “I have been hoping that you’d want me to play with myself for you though.”

“Hmmm, you’ve been hoping that, have you?”

I nodded eagerly.

“Then why do you have clothes on?” he asked. “Is that how you tempt me to play with you?”

“OH! No, Sir,” I say. I am only wearing his t-shirt anyhow, and I start to pull it off. Then I stop myself. Permission, I need to offer and ask permission.

“May I take this off, Sir, please?” I say sweetly.

He puts his hand to his chin, contemplating, before he says, “Yes, take it off. In fact, the next time I call, I’d like for you to offer to take any clothes you might be wearing off right away.”

“Yes, Sir!” I’m quite happy about the way this is going. I pull the shirt off and stand before him, arranging myself so he has a clear view of me from my face to my thighs.

He smiles, “Good girl.” Those words warm me, as they always do.

After a minute, he says, “So you miss my warmth in bed, what else do you miss?”

“I miss being able to touch you, Sir, and please you with my mouth. I miss your cock.” And I sigh, because I do miss it, a lot. He smiles.

“What about spankings?” he says. “Do you miss getting a good, hard spanking?”

I freeze for a moment, because, you know, I don’t miss a good, hard spanking so much, but at the same time, I do miss it a lot. And that embarrasses me, and I don’t want to admit it, but I know he already knows that, and lying is not an option, so for just a moment, I freeze.

Then, shyly, feeling my face get just a bit red, I say, “I – well, you know, Sir, I do and I don’t.” I feel my nipples getting hard though, and that makes me blush more, and I know that I’m wet, hungry for his touch.

He laughs. “You do and you don’t, how about that. But you’ve been a week now without one, when you’re used to getting them much more often. A bit spoiled with how often I spank you, really. So tell me this, have you spanked yourself at all since I’ve been gone?”

Surprised by the question, I say, “NO, S —” and I stop before I can get the “Sir” out of my mouth. Because there was that moment yesterday…

He’s watching me intently. Waiting, just watching me with interest, as if he’s just curious about how I’m going to finish this sentence. He raises one eyebrow.

“Um, not really spanked myself,” I say, eyes on the floor. “Not – exactly.”

“Not exactly…” he says, weighing the words. “I’m curious about how you can not exactly spank yourself.”

“Well,” I said, “it happened like this. I was cleaning the bedroom yesterday, hanging up the laundry. And – you know those big plastic hangers we have?”

He nods, “I do.”

“So I was holding one and I remembered this book I read a long, long time ago, back before I even knew I was submissive, and in the book, this man spanked his girlfriend with a hanger. And I remembered that scene in the book, and… well, I just wondered what that would feel like.”

“I see. And, in fairness, I suppose I have never told you that you’re forbidden to spank yourself without permission.”

“No, Sir, I don’t think you have,” I said.

“So then what?”

“So, I just tried it, you know, just on my butt, a couple of – a few times.”

“Over your clothes?”

“Yes, Sir. Over my clothes.”

“And?”

“And – and what?”

He smiled, but it’s not a comfortable smile, “And what was it like?”

Reluctantly, I said, “It was very stingy, Sir. Even though I didn’t use it hard, and I had clothes on, it was pretty stingy.” I really didn’t want to say anything else, but he just waited. “And it seemed like it lasted a long time. It – it almost seemed like it hurt more a few seconds afterward.”

“Oh, interesting!” He leaned forward. “And you were just curious, not trying to please yourself without permission?”

“Absolutely not,” I said quickly. “Definitely just curious.”

“What a stroke of luck,” he said. And chuckled. “*Stroke* of luck,” he says. “Perfect. I’ve been concerned that I’m neglecting you while I’m away. This is a great opportunity to rectify that. Go get the hangar you were so curious about. Quickly, now.”

“Yes, Sir!” I rushed to the closet, grabbed a plastic hanger, and returned.

“Lovely,” he said. “Kiss the hangar, please.”

I brought the hanger to my lips and kissed it, slowly and respectfully, as he expected.

He was smiling happily and I couldn’t help being pleased to be pleasing him. “Now,” he said. “Let’s get you set up for a good, hard spanking. You’re going to have your back to me of course, and I want you to arrange the chair so you can bend over and put one hand on the seat of the chair to brace yourself. Go ahead and do that, I’ll let you know if we need to change the angle of the camera.”

Moving as gracefully as I could, I arranged the chair, placing the hanger within easy reach, and looked back over my shoulder at the camera.

He nodded approval. “This is a good start. I think I want your ass higher though, try putting your elbow on the chair instead of your hand.”

Putting my elbow on the chair lowered my torso a lot, and my ass felt very exposed now.

“Spread your legs more,” he said.

Then my pussy felt very exposed as well, and I knew that he could see how wet I was.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now, take the hanger – that’s it, and start with 5 strokes, just do it however feels natural. We’ll experiment with the best way – the most effective way – to do it. Go ahead.”

Obediently, I reached my arm with the hanger in my hand behind me and, somewhat clumsily, manged to land it on my ass 5 times. It was long enough that it caught both ass cheeks, and I noticed again that it took a few seconds for the pain to really begin.

“Five more,” he said. “Harder and I want a longer swing with the hanger. Don’t start so close to your ass, get some momentum.”

This time, the hanger made a swishing noise as I whooshed it through the air, and landed with a bit of pain that quickly increased. I tried to land my blows quickly to get it over with. But when I stopped, the sting was much more intense, and I could still feel the first five strokes as well as these last ones.

“Nice” he said, “I like the whistling sound before it lands, not quite as good as the belt or the crop, but not bad. I remember you said it takes a few seconds for the pain to set in, so we’re going to slow it down. Harder and slower this time. In fact, I’m going to tell you when to land the next one, don’t start until I tell you too.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, a little worried since I was already feeling the sting.

But, “Good girl,” he said, and I took a deep breath, focusing on how much I wanted to obey and please him.

“Now,” he said. I raised the hanger, lowered it quickly and it landed hard enough to make me gasp. “Yes!” he said, “Very good. Just like that. I want each stroke to have your full attention. Do it again.”

And I did. I brought the hanger down on my ass each time he said it, trying to land it in a slightly different place, although I was often not successful at that. Each time, there was a pause to “let the pain blossom,” he said.

I don’t know how many times he had me use that hanger on my ass, but I was crying out each time towards the end, and I was relieved when he finally said, “You’ve done a great job on your ass, baby. Such a pretty red, and it looks like there are some welts.”

But my relief was a bit premature, because he added, “We’re going to do it 5 more times, still waiting for my command, but this time I want you to land the stroke as hard as you can on the backs of your thighs. Is that clear?”

“Yes, yes, Sir,” I said, although part of me was thinking, no, thank you.

“Good girl. I’ll count and then you use that hanger. One.”

Oh! It hurt and then it hurt some more, and still a bit more, like ripples of stinging pain.

“Two.”

I didn’t have much control over my aim, this second one crossed the other one – and oh –

“Three. A little bit harder if you can.”

I was almost in tears, but yes, a bit harder – oh – I wanted to rub so badly, I wanted to cover my legs to protect them from myself.

“Four.”

I was whimpering with pain by then. But, “One last one, just one more,” he said, “Make it a good one.”

So I did, I landed the fifth one on my thighs, crying out, and then whimpering as I became more aware of the stingy sensations lingering.

“Such a good girl,” he said. “Stand up very slowly when you’re ready, take your time, use the chair for support if you like.”

It took me a minute, and I did stand slowly. I wanted to sit down, but I was pretty sure that wasn’t going to feel good.

“That’s it,” he said, “There’s my good girl. Yes, turn and face me. You may kiss the hanger now, and thank me for your spanking. Oh- you have water close by, right? Drink some water.”

Realizing how dry my mouth was, I drank about half a bottle of water and then I kissed the hanger almost tenderly. It had been pretty painful, but I felt so good now, despite the lingering sting, or maybe because of it.

“Thank you, Sir, for the spanking,” I said. “I appreciate you taking care of me.”

“It was a pleasure, baby,” he said. “I won’t be home for another week, but I’ll make sure we have at least a couple more spanking sessions. Are you pretty aroused now? All hot and wet?”

“Yes, Sir!” I say with enthusiasm and hope.

“I bet you’d like to touch your self right. now, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir!!”

“Yeah, I see how hard your nipples are, and I was watching how wet you were getting. But not today. No touching today. I’m going to take care of myself, you can kneel in front of the camera and open your mouth for me so I know you want to help. And, hmmm, no clothes in the house for 24 hours. We’ll connect again at this same time tomorrow and maybe I’ll let you touch yourself then.”

As I watched, he arranged his camera so I could see his cock. “Kneel, baby,” he said, “And open your mouth, doesn’t have to be wide open, but enough to remind you that I have access to your mouth. Yes, there you go.”

Kneeling, with my mouth open, the taste of his cock firmly in my mind, nipples hard and tingling, pussy throbbing, I felt the joy of pleasing him fill my heart and I smiled.