Alpha Razor King-Chapter 41: Lesson Learned.

**Isabella**

I shook my head, tears already streaking down my cheeks. "Please, not in front of them," I begged, glancing in Dean and Chris’s direction, hoping he would at least salvage what was left of my pride.

Without warning, he jerked my arm and pushed me roughly onto the table. I stiffened, choking on a sob when I felt his hand come under the waistband of my pajamas, swiftly pulling it down.

"Razor, please," my tears intensified when I felt him pull my panties down to join my PJs. "I’m so sorry..." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

My words were cut short by a hard swat that almost sent me hitting the table if his other hand hadn’t firmly held my waist down. He didn’t say anything, as the relentless swats rained down on my exposed flesh, I felt the heat and sting intensify with each blow. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mingling with the mixture of shame, fear, and pain that consumed me.

I choked back sobs, my body wracked with agony as I struggled to endure the torment. With each sharp smack, I was reminded of my disobedience and the consequences of defying his authority.

"Please, I’m sorry... please sir, have mercy," I begged desperately, praying for the pain to end, but they just kept coming, setting my ass on fire.

He paused, but still left his hard palm on my sore bum. "What did you do wrong?" he asked in a lazy tone.

"I.. I.. disobeyed you.. and threw a tantrum," I stuttered the words out, letting out a loud wail when his palm connected with my ass again.

"And why did you do that?"

"Because... I.." another sharp smack. They kept coming until I managed an answer finally. "I was tired... and wanted to go to the room."

He chuckled dryly, rubbing my sore ass with a little squeeze. "You know that’s a lie. You and I know that’s not the reason."

I let out a whimper, shaking my head. "Please, I won’t do it again."

"You wanted to rub shoulders with me, little girl," he buttressed with a sharp smack, and I screamed. "You wanted to prove you didn’t take orders from me." His dominance and control over me was absolute as he administered another swat without mercy.

"And most of all, you were angry because I didn’t let you find release, am I right?" I broke into fresh tears, he was right, but how could he say it in front of his men.

"Answer me!" he swatted again.

"Yes sir.. I’m sorry."

He paused the swats and continued squeezing my sore bum again. I winced, curling my feet in pain.

"Get this into your head, Isabella King, I’m your husband, alpha, lord, and master, and you’ll obey every one of my commands or you’ll face the consequences. Repeat what I said," he ordered, emphasizing with a sharp smack.

I cried, struggling to say the words. "You’re my husband, alpha... lord.. and master..."

"And?" another smack.

"I’ll.. obey you or face the consequences."

He continued the spanking, and I felt a sense of submission wash over me, my defiance slowly giving way to resignation. I was truly at his mercy. Each swat teaching me to be submissive and obey every one of his rules and commands.

I cried out in pain, my voice echoing through the room as I begged for it to end, for mercy. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the punishment ceased, leaving me trembling and breathless on the table.

"It’s over now," he rubbed my hair gently before pulling hard at it. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes sir.."

"What did you learn," he pressed further, making my cheeks burn in shame.

"To be submissive and never question or disobey you sir."

"Good girl," he praised. I felt a sense of shame and humiliation wash over me, knowing that I had been spanked like a naughty child in the presence of his men.

"Thank you sir..." my vision slurred, when his fingers slipped into my wet fold and began molding and pumping into me. I ground my teeth, not wanting to moan too loud.

I was mortified that I was wet and aroused from all this spanking and humiliation and yet still.. I began nearing my orgasm but I knew I wasn’t allowed to cum without permission.

"Please sir," my legs shook desperately as I tried to jam my thighs together, but Razor pulled them apart with his leg. I didn’t want to cum here; it would be too embarrassing but I couldn’t hold it off any longer.

"You know what to do."

I began to sob when I realized what he wanted me to do. How could I beg to cum with his men present?

"You had better not cum without permission."

It was either that or I risked another punishment.

"Please sir, please let me cum." he intensified the pumping and fuck, it felt good. With a finger flick, he hit the G-spot, and I came with a loud moan, not caring if anyone would hear it.

My legs shook so hard and almost gave out if he hadn’t caught me.

"Easy now," he pulled my panties up and then my PJs, and lifted me from the table. His fingers came up, gently yet possessively, brushing strands of hair from my flushed face. I know I must look like a mess.

His arms wrapped around me in a gentle embrace as he rubbed soothing circles on my back to calm my tears.

"Shh, it’s alright... it’s alright," he murmured softly.

"I’m sorry... sorry," I repeated like a mantra.

"And I forgive you," he replied, holding me even closer with possessive tenderness. "But you see, my little wife is very stubborn, and if I have to spank you every day until you behave, little pup, I will."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I trembled beneath him, my head shaking in horror. I couldn’t imagine getting spanked every day. "I’m sorry, please, I’ll behave..."

"Shhh, it’s okay, and I hope you do." His voice was firm yet gentle.

I nodded into his chest, a sense of defeat washing over me. I was at his mercy with no way of escape.

Why did I ever go to that stupid club? And now I was bound to a man whose dominance both terrified and yet intrigued me. Knowing that he held the power to punish and forgive me as he saw fit terrified me even more.

"Time for another bath." He picked me up and began walking away before stopping, my lashes fluttered as I nestled my face in his chest, I was too embarrassed.

"You can both leave," he ordered over his shoulder. Dean and Chris both answered. I didn’t bother to look but I heard the door open and closing as we walked into our room.

Even though their backs were turned and they acted like they didn’t hear anything, I knew I’ll never be able to face them the same way again, and it’s all my fault for being stupid and stubborn.