Alexander Hamilton walked into the room, practicing what he was going to say to her. How could she ever forgive him for what he did? He paced nervously in front of her door. /Should I really do this?/ He wondered. yes of course he should. After what he did to her, this will be the only way to clear his concious. He knocks. "Come in." It's obvious she doesn't know who it is, oter wise she would turn him away. He rushes into the room and shuts the door behind him. "What do you want?" she asks coldly. She is sitting in an armless chair at her desk, and turns it to face him. "Eliza I know am the last person you want to see right now, but I came to talk to you about something important. I know that you can never forgive and I know that will never forgive me." "Where is this going, Alexander?" "Eliza, I feel so guilty about what happened, and I know that I should, but I can't live with the guilt any longer. I have to do something to alieviate it. I'm not here to beg for your forgiveness, or even ask for it. I'm here because I feel guilty about what happened, and I deserve to be punished. I think you should be the one to do that, however you see fit. I know this sounds strange, but I don't mean it for personal pleasure or sexually at all. I don't care what it is. I don't care if you make me your slave, have me drawn and quartered, or even shoot me yourself. I need you to do something about this. You can take your anger towards me and release it on me. Please Eliza. Give me this." Eliza thought for a moment. On the one hand, she didn't want anything else to do with Alexander, and wanted him to leave. On the other hand, she wanted to see him suffer and pay for what he did. Suddenly, an idea crept into her head. Finally, she spoke. "Alexander, if you are really sure that you want to do this, then I think I can make some arrangements." "Oh, Eliza. Of course I want to do you so much for this. You have no idea how much this means to me." /I don't think you should be exactly thanking me yet Alexander,/ thought Eliza. "Alright then. Come to my side. Alexander, I want you to think about a few things while you are being punished. When you are hurting, think about how I was hurting. When you are crying, think about how I was crying. Alexander, I am not going to show you any mercy. You hurt me dearly, and there is no way you are backing out of this." Alexander was confused at her words, but suddenly found himself pulled over her lap. "Eliza, wh- what" Alexander started but was cut off by a sharp smack to his bottom. That seemed to shut him up. "Alexander, you are about to be spanked. I don't care how juvenile it sounds, it's far less than you deserve. Now, please remove your pants and drawers. Don't make me have to, or it won't end well for you. You are in no position to disobey." Alexander started to protest, then found another sharp smack landing on his bottom. He begrudgingly abided and pulled his pants and down a small ways. He gasped when Eliza grabbed them and yanked them down around his ankles, quickly followed by a sharp smack. He'd been spanked by Washingron before, many times when he disobeyed his orders. He felt her grab his side and braced himself. Based on what he had been dealt so far, Alexander was in for a long time. It was nothing compared to the next few smacks. Her hand was not merciful, and already after the first smack Alexander felt like he wouldn't sit for weeks. Eliza kept on smacking, unmerciful, and when the fifth smack came around, Alexander was yelping. By the tenth he was in tears. "Why are you getting this spanking Alexander?" Eliza asked. "B-because I cheated on you and b-broke your h-heart." Alexander wailed through sobs. His sobs were from a mixture of grief and pain. It almost felt good to Alexander. Not pleasurable, like a kink, but good because it relieved some of his guilt. Alexander knew he was well deserving of his punishment. Still, Eliza smacked on, causing more yelps and tears. "P-please Eliza, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Alexander pleaded, but Eliza smacked on, unmerciful. "Alexander, you are not sorry about what you have done, you are just sorry that you are getting spanked and you want it to stop. Well, you came to me asking for punishment, and I am not going to stop until my point is across." Eliza kept right on smacking, and soon Alexander was a mess, wailing in pain. Eliza stopped for a moment to grab her hairbrush. This was sure to be a spanking Alexander wouldn't soon forget. Alexander felt her stop, and almost thought that it was over, until all too soon he realized that she was just changing implements. He buried his face in her lap and waited. He didn't have long to wait. Eliza brought the brush down with a sharp CRACK on his bottom. All Alexander could think of was fire. It felt like he was sitting in the fire. He knew he deserved it, and he knew that he was also a mess by now, but he didn't care. Eliza smacked and cracked on, turning his bottom a deep shade of red. There was likely to be bruising. After about thirty or so smacks Eliza stopped. "Alexander. Alexander can you hear me? Stop crying. We only have ten left to go, and they will be the hardest yet. I am going to use your belt. I know, this may seem harsh, but I really want you to think about what you did. You will stay over my lap, not on a desk. Part of this punishment is humiliation, like you humiliated me. Be prepared, Alexander." He could feel his stomach drop. The belt. He had only ever felt its wrath from Washington, when things were really bad. He waited, knowing how much he deserved it. SMACK! It felt like fire across his backside. He jerked and yelled, trying to kick away, but Eliza held him still. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! The next three came quickly together, traveling down his backside. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The next three came slower, but goiung back up over the areas of his bottom already spanked. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The last three came agonizingly slow, right to the party where the thigh meets the bottom. Alexander jerked and bucked and yelled. He was so thankful no one else was in the house. He laid over Eliza's lap, limp, and cried and cried and cried. Eliza rubbed circles on his back, occasionally rubbing her cool hand on his crimson backside, not wanting to cause him anymore pain. Suddenly, all anger was washed away and she forgave him. She pulled his pants and drawers back up, earning a wince. She picked him up and hugged him tight, making sure he couldn't see the tears on her face. "I love you so much Alexander. Please, don't ever do something like that again, or we will have to repeat this lesson." "I'm so sorry Eliza. I love you too. I can't believe I did that to you. I fell much better now. Thank you, Eliza." He cried thinking about how he hurt her, and he cried because he himself was hurting. He hugged her tight. "Please repeat this lesson if I ever do anything like that again. I don't want to hurt you. I love you so much. If I deserve to be punished, then so be it." Eliza continued to hug him and rub circles on his back, all the while crying. She brought him to their bed, and gently palced him down on his stomach. "Go to sleep Alexander. I am going to make dinner. I'll save you a plate, and a chair with a nice cushion on it. I love you." She kissed him and turned to leave. "I love you too Eliza." He murmured, already mostly asleep. Before she closed the door, just low enough so that only she could hear, she smiled and sung to herself, "I know that it...burns."