Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me.

As Ariadne led Arthur into the bedroom, she felt a sense of power. He was agreeing to do what she wanted. This was what she had desired ever since her first forays into fantasising. That this man - calm, self-possessed, even cold - would be doing her bidding.

She began to unbutton her blouse, and looked at him. "Take off your shirt."

He did so, slowly, leisurely, not taking his eyes from her. As he let it drop to the floor, she lowered her gaze to his belt.

"And your pants."

As he unbuckled his belt, and pulled it out, his hands moved to his flies. She watched as he unbuttoned, unzipped, letting them fall down his legs in a cascade of material. She swallowed. "Lie on the bed. On your front."

Arthur looked at her, then did as he was told. As he laid down, he stretched out, as though enjoying the feel against his muscles. She swallowed, feeling her courage begin to desert slightly. He sighed.

She bent over him, and placed her hand on his behind. Then, lifting her hand up, she slapped it. Hard.

"Ah!"

She heard him gasp, and colour flooded her cheeks. She had just slapped him. No, she mentally corrected herself - spanked him. Feeling herself grow braver, she raised her hand, and slapped him again.

"Oh!"

Her confidence returned. Raising her hand, she slapped him again. Harder. Her hand stung, and she saw his body quiver.

"Not with fabric."

She blinked. "What?"

"Ariadne." Arthur's voice was a gasp. "If you want to do this...do it on my skin."

She slipped her fingers on the elastic of the dark red shorts, and began to tug them. Then slid easily over his slim hips, and she let them fall to the floor. Then, reaching out her hand, she laid it on his buttock. The skin was warm, and fair. But she could already see the marks that she had made, which surprised her. Then, gritting her teeth, she raised her hand again, and slapped him.

"Awww!"

She blinked. It was a cry of pain, or was it ecstasy? Taken aback, she withdrew her hand, and sank onto the edge of the bed. Trying to get her breath. Trying to think about what she was doing.

"Ariadne?"

"What?" she asked, turning to Arthur.

"Spank me. Again."

Shocked, she got up, and hurried into the bathroom.

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