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..."

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.