Ippo Slaps Novels & Stories

Her two friends, who’d tagged along from the beginning, weren’t any better—loud, obnoxious, and feeding the chaos like a bad sitcom laugh track. “She—she slapped me first! Look at this!” Clara pointed at the red mark on her cheek, her voice sharp with wounded pride. The corner of her lip was split—thanks to Ivy’s slap, which had landed with no restraint. “I was just talking! I never laid a hand on her! And then she just attacked me!” Ivy smirked, completely unbothered. Since being brought into the station, she hadn’t said a word. Not because she couldn’t defend herself, but because the man standing beside her had said calmly, “Miss Kim, allow me to speak and handle this for you.”

The punch bag swings violently from the impact of Ilya’s blow, the leather groaning with each hit, but Ilya barely notices as his anger fuels him, driving him harder, faster, every hit heavier than the last Toy. Pleasure. Disposed. The words taste bitter and acidic, and they burn in his chest. Ilya can’t believe he’s been degraded to nothing but a pleasure slave. With a sharp growl, he spins around, delivering a roundhouse kick that snaps the bag to the side before it bounces back, and without hesitation, he grabs it again, slamming it with both fists until his knuckles, tied with a piece of white cloth, sting.

Like she’s nothing but a sleeve for my pleasure. Each thrust punches the air from her lungs. Her small tits bounce wildly, nipples hard as diamonds. Lila watches, thighs rubbing together desperately, her own plug shifting with every movement. I reach over and slap Lila’s cunt—hard. The wet smack rings out. “Hands above your head, slut. You don’t touch unless I say.” She whimpers but obeys, stretching her arms up, wrists crossed like she’s bound. I keep pounding Sophia’s ass, feeling her tighten rhythmically as pain bleeds into helpless pleasure.

“I… I’ll do anything.” His eyes gleamed with sick interest. ‘Gotcha, you bastard,’ Lilly thought viciously. With a sudden, violent twist, she drove the blade into his thigh with every ounce of strength she had. He howled in pain, but his grip held firm as he staggered back, clutching the wound with his free hand. “You little bitch!” he roared into her face with pure hatred. She cringed as the grip on her hair became even more unbearable. She was about to say something else to try and calm the situation but suddenly she felt a heavy slap across her face and she lost all train of thought as the shock of the slap was still registering in her body.

His palm cracked her ass — sharp, ringing clap off the walls. She tensed. Astonished. Gasping. Valerio's hand rested lightly on the curve of her ass, fingers spreading possessively. "You will not speak loud to me," he whispered. Another slap — harder. Sera whimpered. "You will not try to escape." Another. "You will not try to deny me what is mine." The last slap made her gasp, her skin burning pleasurably. --- He straightened. Pulled her up to stand. Her back thudded against his chest.

I looked at Mario in disgust. His expression is mocking me. My body now is shaking nonstop involuntarily. My vision focused on his face, completely messing with my mind. A sudden urge of courage to slap and push him with all my might happened in seconds. I slammed my whole palm hard across his face. "You are an asshole!!!" I screamed on top of my lungs right after the slap.

I placed my hands on both sides of my waist as I was looking at Steffano upon raising my brow. He’s so freaking mean. “That food is fucking dirty, and we don’t even know where that came from—” I slapped him, and I don't know why I did that, but I just feel like doing it. I want to do it earlier but I can't. That slap is too hard that his head even got tilted. Good thing managed to do it right now. “What the fuck is that fo—”

She doesn’t like to hitting women at all. “Ahhh… open your mouth dear… here!” Isla felt tears, drop from her eyes as she shook, biting her lips together. “What you don’t want it?” Kate widened her eyes. ''Do you want to join your friends in the toilet?” Isla shook her head immediately. ''Good, now open your mouth don’t waste my money and effort… come on!” Isla cried as her lips parted slowly, she didn't think that someone who looked so fragile could land such heavy slaps. She could swear her inner cheeks were bleeding as she felt a metal like taste in her mouth. Kate pushed the lollipop into her mouth and smiled,

I DID NOT JUST HIT Andy Baraghani (if you watch bon appetite on YouTube you'll know who he is 😂) "What do you think you're doing" ~Andy "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." ~Sophia Something burned my face it took me a moment to understand he just slapped me, took hold of my hair, and pinned me against a wall with my back toward him. "Watch it little thing...you'll be sixteen soon and I might just make you mine" ~Andy

When Salvatore 'Sally' Morelli's hand struck my face, I did not even register what had happened. A dull, heavy crack echoed through the room, and I stumbled as my head filled with a sharp, ringing buzz. My left cheek burned hot at first, then searing, like someone held a flame to my skin. I pressed my hand to my face and stared at him blankly. My boyfriend, the firstborn son of the Morelli family of New Yiz, the future heir to the Don, had just slapped me across the face in front of the entire family and our guests—all because I got into an argument with another woman.