Face-Slapping Novels & Stories

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.

I walk nearest and incline my head in a bow, keeping my head bent. "Look at me" She commands and I lift my face slowly. 'WHAM!' The slap resounds in my ear and the house rattles, or maybe that is just my brain, my vision turns to dots and stars and I swoon, unable to keep my footing, laughter erupts among the group and my heart constricts in pain, the slap stinging my cheek and I bite my cheek to keep from crying, tears line my eyelids.

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.

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.

“Are you here to laugh at me, North?!” Reina charged forward like a madwoman, raising her hand to slap North. “You think I’m a joke, don’t you?! You b*tch—” Smack! The sound of a loud slap interrupted Reina’s ranting. “Laugh at you?” North took her hand back calmly before saying sincerely, “No, I’m just here to hit you.” She punctuated her sentence with another loud smack. Reina got slapped on the left cheek, causing her to feel a burning pain.

He sneered, pushing my face to one side. Pain exploded across my cheek as his slap landed with terrifying force. The sting was immediate, a brutal reminder of my powerlessness. I barely managed to stifle the sobs threatening to escape my throat, my body trembling from the shock. “Please… don’t,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.

His voice was cold, dark, and laced with something even more sinister. The pain was almost unbearable, but I refused to let any tears fall. Not here, not in front of him, not in front of them. Then, before I could brace myself, his hand struck me across the face, hard. The slap was deafening, a resounding insult that sent a sharp sting through my cheek. As my head snapped to the side, the sharp pain bloomed, but I still didn't flinch. I stayed resolute, my eyes narrowing as I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. His spit hit my face next, and a surge of rage flooded through me. How could he?

“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.

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.