Matt Damon Imagines

Punished

The cracking sound of Matt's Huge Hands on your ass shook you out of your Consciousness.
"How many?" Matt's voice had pitched down even lower the desire evident in his deep sexy voice. You almost didn't remember what he was talking about before it hit you. Oh yes. Your "punishment." For teasing him in front of his friends . Which he was spanking you for now. But you had lost count.
"I... I don't-"
"You lost track, didn't you? You forgot, didn't you?"
"Show-" You cut yourself off. Shit.
"And you were going to call me by my first name... that's two strikes."
"I'm sorry sir, I- I didn't mean-"
"Oh, but I bet you did mean... because if there's one thing I know about you... it's that you enjoy being punished." Matt Growled At you. You squirmed from your position on the bed, ass in the air while on all fours. You knew what was about to come. Matt Knew you were so ready for it.
"Now we have to start over... and you're going to count this time, right?"
"Yes, Sir."