Face-Slapping Novels & Stories

A dark, malicious chuckle rippled from his chest, causing fresh tears of absolute terror to spill over my tightly closed eyelids. "Let me go..." I whimpered, my voice entirely devoid of strength. He suddenly erupted into a loud, mocking laugh that sent a violent shiver of dread straight down my spine. With a sudden, aggressive motion, he shoved my face away, releasing his grip on my jaw. But before I could even draw a breath, the heavy palm of his hand came crashing violently against my cheek. The sheer, brutal force of the slap sent my head snapping to the side, my face forcefully tilted toward the dirt.

Olivia screams and charges at me, causing both of us to fall. A cheer erupts, people surround us as we fight. She claws at me, trying to scratch my face with her acrylic nails and I spend the next minute avoiding her hands. I switch our positions and straddle her, flashing her a smile before I land the first hit, a hot slap to her cheek which instantly burns red. My palm connects to her cheek again, I am about to slap her for the third time when I am pulled away from her.

Anna got out of her car within split seconds and held his hand mid-air with her left hand and with her right, she landed a thunderous slap on his face which sent him reeling backwards. He held his face in shock. “What did you just do?” “I just slapped you, fool. Come flex your muscles with me and leave the girl alone” Anna stood hands akimbo. “You will regret ever messing with me” And with a determined stance, he thrusted his fist forward, targeting Anna's face but she dodged it which sent him crashing into the nearby wall. He was groaning in pain as he crumbled on the floor. People have gathered and they are now taking pictures and videos of him.

As the brief connection between them is severed, Nora abruptly pulls away from the kiss, her emotions swirling within her. In a surge of frustration and anger, she raises her hand and delivers a tight slap across his face, an act fueled by a mixture of hurt, betrayal, and a desire to assert her own boundaries. The impact of her slap reverberates through the air, leaving a momentary silence in its wake. Jay Nashville, stunned by the unexpected blow, feels a surge of anger welling up within him. The exasperation etches itself on his face, his expression transforming into a mix of indignation and resentment.

I didn’t care. My claws extended. Reuben looked up just in time to see me storming toward him, face twisted and teeth bared. He didn’t flinch. But I didn’t stop. My palm struck his face with a wet, thunderous crack. The sound of the slap echoed, silencing even the murmurs. He staggered and dropped, hitting the ground with a grunt. Blood spat from his mouth. Still, I lunged at him again, clawed hands ready to rip into the very flesh of his neck—only to be grabbed from behind.

She wrenches her hands from his grip and presses her palms against his face, breaking down into muffled sobs. Ethan's chest twists painfully, and a single tear slips down his own cheek. Just as he opens his mouth to speak—*Wham!* She pulls her hand back and delivers a resounding slap across his cheek. Ethan's eyes squeeze shut as the sharp sting radiates through his face.

" It's Rosaleen for you and everyone else who calls you Rosaleen. It's Rosa for short. I love to call you Rosa, and it suits you better." Those bubbles in her throat returned and the knots in her stomach churned. She utterly went speechless. Ronnie grinned and his lips curled up in amusement. He fought with every fibre in his body to not let that embarrassing laughter escape from his lips. Rosaleen glared at him. Her lips pursed in repulsion. " Why don't you ever speak, Rosa? You're just like a quiet wallflower observing everyone else, even though plenty thoughts are bouncing around in your head."

Now, here he was, oblivious, treating me like his personal slut. I slapped his face lightly... testing, my palm stinging against his stubbled cheek. His eyes widened, then darkened with approval. 'Do that again,' he rasped, grabbing my wrist to guide my hand back. I did, harder this time, the smack echoing as I ground down on his bulge.

his finger strokes my face. "Oh Kitty, what am I going to do with you?" His voice is different like he is lost on what to do. Kneeling I wait, expecting him to push my head towards his cock, but he doesn't. I feel his hand grasp my hair, pulling me to stand. His hand strokes my face and down my neck before slapping me. I moan, my body launching forward to get him. His hand keeps me in place, as he strokes my face again before slapping me, moaning I got into a frenzy, trying to get him as he keeps going, each time he hits me, my body fights to get him.

His palm swung through the air and struck the side of my face. The slap was devastating. The sharp, explosive crack of his hand against my cheek echoed like a gunshot. The sheer physical force of the blow snapped my head to the side and lifted me completely off my feet. The world spun violently out of focus. I crashed down onto the hardwood floor, my hip and shoulder taking the brutal brunt of the impact.