Ippo Slaps Novels & Stories

James is fucking her pussy but I have the rest. I spiral harder, stretching and opening, loving the noises she's making. Her ass is mine. I slap, connecting with a cheek in a crack that ripples flesh and stings my hand. I rub, then slap again, watching a scarlet palm-print rise satisfyingly on one side then the other. Lube...

"Yo yo, you're still coming on strong aren't you, you little punk? I won't let go. What the f*ck can you do to me?" The hip-hop man glared at Alex and reached out to clasp Lianna Ballantine's arm. Alex brazenly reached out and slapped the hip-hop man's arm. He yelled, "You want a beating?" There was a loud slap and the hip-hop man's right arm turned red instantly. He retracted his hand as if he just got an electric shock and covered the pain with his left hand while he stared at Alex viciously.

She bit her lip shyly, glancing at him through her lashes. He noticed the blush, finding it endearing—the way her shyness colored her reactions without overwhelming them. "Good. Now, for kinks and activities. We'll keep it light for the trial, tailored to your comfort. Things like light bondage and perhaps soft cuffs or ropes, nothing extreme. Impact play, such as spanking with my hand or a paddle, but only if it helps with release, not punishment. What are you comfortable with? Any hard limits?"

Or maybe drugged him—’ My palm connected with her face so fast even I didn’t see it coming. ‘Watch your mouth.’ ‘You just slapped me?’ Willow shrieked, springing off the sofa like she’d been electrocuted. She tried to hit back, but I grabbed her wrist mid-swing. My nails dug in just enough to make her wince and twist like a squashed bug. ‘Last time I didn’t hit you back was out of respect for Aunt Louisa. Don’t mistake that for weakness. That slap just now was for the filth coming out of your mouth.’

"You like that, slut? Huh?" I blinked, trying to clear my vision. Was this man sick in the head? What was wrong with him? Why would he think I liked being slapped? Pulling up what Luigi taught me from my memory, I went for his face again. But this time, I didn't slap him. I socked him in his right eye. I felt my knuckles split, but that didn't stop me from punching his left eye too. I'd taken him by surprise and as he stumbled back, I gave him an uppercut. He growled in frustration, moving to attack me, but I quickly kicked him in the balls, watching with satisfaction as he dropped to the ground in pain.

She stepped forward. Looked straight at Veronica. — Without a word— Slap! The sound echoed through the hall. Veronica staggered back, her hand flying to her cheek. "How dare—" Slap! Another strike. Slap! A third. — Clear. Precise. Unforgiving. — Elena lowered her hand slightly. Her voice calm. "This is for telling the truth." A pause. "I'm paying you back with two slaps." — Veronica's eyes widened. Her cheek already swollen.

“Just kill me if you dare! “You two claim to be deeply in love, yet you went and staged fake deaths! Even if I’m not the real Reverie Savoy, I still wouldn’t stand for your dirty tricks! “Using women as bargaining chips is truly disgusting!” “Shut up!” With a sharp slap, Rio, who had trained in martial arts for years, struck me with such force that half my face swelled up.

she rubs her hand like kid. "Huhh stop your acting, i haven't even hit you so hard" he rolled his eyes "Huhh but why have you slaped my Little hand?Look, my little hand is hurt, my poor hand is crying" her drama. Josepeh laughs after hearing her silly Dilaogues. "you're crazy and yes I slapped you while alerting that don't hold my hand" "Huhh why can't i hold your hand" she show her fake anger.

I ignored Luca's fury and turned toward Sofia, who moments ago had still been yelling with such confidence. I walked up to her and, under her stunned gaze, raised my hand as well. The slap came down hard, without restraint. This one landed even heavier than the one before. Sofia staggered, her high heel twisting, nearly sending her to the floor. She clutched her instantly swollen cheek, her eyes filled with shock and venom. The scream caught in her throat, turning into a harsh, choking gasp. "This slap," my voice was calm and steady, yet it cut through every other sound in the room, "is for you overstepping your place, for filthy slander, and for framing the Donna of the Russos."

I can taste the blood in my mouth from my burst lip. Ora smirks at me now, believing she has bested me. Her smile vanished when I abruptly hit her knees with a sidekick. As she lay on the ground, she does a kip up and immediately takes a low stance. Unable to maintain her grasp on the long stick, Ora charged at me. But as I expected this maneuver, I jumped. She must have expected me to jump as she grabbed my legs. Using them to slam me to the ground. Then she straddled me, repeatedly punching me in the face.