Face-Slapping Novels & Stories

His eyes bored into me, waiting for me to signal I agreed with him. When I didn't straight away, his right hand came into contact with my left cheek. The slap was generous compared to his usual fist. It still hurt nevertheless. My face was on fire, and I couldn't decide what felt worse; my head or my cheek. The intense, powerful smack would definitely leave a mark. I could already feel it bruising.

THUD. A hard slap landed across my face, stinging sharply. I had never been slapped like this before, not even by my father. My reddened cheek burned, and I clenched my jaws, suppressing tears. His grip tightened around my throat as he lifted my face closer. “B*tch, what are you high on? Today, I shall show you your real place.” He struck me again and again, my face swelling and lips reddened. I folded my bleeding lips inside my mouth, determined not to show weakness and let him feel superior.

He messed up the moment he made himself any enemy of Chris Walton. “Josh, look at you! I see you're being shown yoor place.” Chris Walton’s voice cut through the tension, cold and deliberate. He leaned in close, bringing his face to Josh’s level, and then slapped him sharply across the face, his teeth gritted with contempt. The sting of the slap was harsh, and Josh’s jaw tightened as he glared coldly at Walton, his anger boiling. His mind raced with the urge to retaliate, to show Walton just who he was messing with.

He would be getting off easy. “No, you will slap yourself until she is content, and don’t stop until then. If you show any softness, I’ll be the one to slap you and believe you me, and it would not end well.” Sylvia said, placing her face into his to give off the killing intent she gave at that moment. “Yes, yes.” Said Frank feeling the fear swelling up inside of him. Frank began to slap his face left and right. Soon the red marks were beginning to form as he slapped. Carol stood there watching Frank as he continued to slap his face multiple times. It wasn’t until his face began to swell that she finally released him.

She thought she'd found her opening to make me look like the villain. She bit her lip and closed her eyes dramatically before starting to slap herself. The sound echoed sharply in the crowded pickup area. "That's pathetic?" I taunted, lifting my chin. "Put some muscle into it." Around us, people were staring, whispering, some even filming with their phones. Perfect. "Weak. You can't even slap properly," I sneered, grabbing her face. "Let me show you how it's done." I delivered four rapid, vicious slaps across her face, the sound cracking through the air like gunshots.

My dad barely set the trap before yours signed the papers. "And your mom... "She actually cried and begged me to take care of you. Hahaha. How can someone be that stupid?" Her laughter cut off. Because I suddenly held up my phone. The red recording light blinked on the screen. Vanessa's eyes widened. Finally, she realized what she'd just confessed to. "You—" Her face twisted with rage. The slap cracked across my face. My head jerked to the side, and blood filled my mouth. But that wasn't enough for her.

“It’s either he’s dumb for choosing you over me or that you’re lying you bitch!” A strong slap landed on her face even before she could blink. Allyssa was panting; she inhaled and exhaled, repeating the process. But, her face remained white and seemingly untouched. “What cosmetics are you using huh? Why is that your face isn’t red despite that vicious slap from me?!” Maebh laughed in a creepy, malicious way. She kept on laughing even when Allyssa tried to slap her for the second time around, then the third and fourth and fifth slapped. Ten slaps have landed on her face but she was still as blooming and youthful as ever.

A glacial, final, clarifying cold. She looked at his hand on her arm. She looked at his face, pleading and false. She felt the ruby earring, still clutched, sharp and painful, in her other hand. She lifted her hand. The one that wasn't holding the earring. And she slapped him. It was not a hysterical, flailing slap. It was a swing of pure, cold, calculated ice. Her palm, made strong from a lifetime of riding and tennis and being a Vale, connected with his face with a sound that was as sharp and final as a gunshot.

She stopped laughing, using her fingers to dab invisible tears that came with the laugh. Reid sighed, he bit his lip. Stepping closer, he reached for her. “Look, I know you find it hard to believe but I really...” SLAP! Accompanied with a huge flash of thunder. Her hand cracked across his face like a whip. His head snapped to own side, he stumbled backwards. The slap stung his face badly, the slap came with shock and pain. He stumbled backwards. The storm outside was now matching the storm inside. His cheek went red, a perfect outline of her hand lined his cheek.

We struggled for a few seconds, each trying to overpower the other. Her fingers finally slipped into my pocket and closed around the keys. "Nadia!” She jerked them free. The keys slipped from her grasp and clattered onto the hardwood floor. Both of us looked down at the same time. I bent to pick them up. She was faster. The instant she straightened, her palm came flying across my face. Smack! The force of the slap turned my head sharply to the side. For several long seconds, the room fell completely silent. A burning sting spread across my cheek as I slowly lifted a hand to my face.