Ippo Slaps Novels & Stories

He used his hand to chop Ponji's shoulder, arms, and ribs. Finally, Fruto saw an opening toward Ponjie’s skull. His pupils contracted and with great speed, he slapped Ponjie’s face. The slap sent Ponjie down the ground. Fruto thought that he would whine just like before but Ponjie actually thought of making a counterattack! He used his hands to support himself from the ground, slid his feet quickly and planned to trip Fruto! Unfortunately, Fruto isn’t just someone you can trick. He saw through Ponjie and flipped himself away from him.

With burning eyes, Isla suddenly marched forward like a fiery lioness, threw out her hand, and slapped the living daylight out of Vanessa. The sound rang loud, hard, and brutal. Vanessa staggered back, one cheek reddening instantly, her weave shifting sideways. “You b…” Vanessa started, hand flying to her cheek. But Isla wasn’t done. The second slap came fiercer, faster. Vanessa did not know when the next shout came out even louder than the first, she stumbled against the shelf, drawing the attention of startled shoppers nearby. An old couple was the first to hurry over, while a teenage boy fearfully dropped his soda.

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.

"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.

Gianna was still arguing, her voice shrill and grating. I snapped. “You bitch!” I shrieked, swinging my hand toward her face. “Elena!” Marco yelped, shoving Gianna behind him and catching my wrist mid-air. “What the hell are you doing?” “Let go!” I thrashed and screamed, tears blinding me. The slap never landed, and the rage choked in my throat like broken glass. Then Gianna seized her chance. She leaned around Marco and slapped me hard across the face. Crack!

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?"

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.

Corleone stood with her arms crossed, glaring at the same man who had grabbed her. He was taller and bigger than her. He was clearly stupid enough to think grabbing her meant something. “You think you can hit people and walk away?” he shouted. “She started it,” Corleone shot back, pointing towards someone I couldn’t recognize. “She slapped me and ruined my face!” The lady retorted. She looked far more worse. Her hair looked like it remained two inches before it’d be uprooted from her scalp and her face had many scratches. “You deserved worse.” Corleone clapped back without remorse.

Enraged visages followed and formed a small crowd of people coming forward with their hands pointed at him. There was silence again. Another slap followed. It was followed by two more slaps and Okoli fell on the ground. It was a gentle thud but the sand could not restrain itself from touching him. Without any other choice, he humped the weight that had descended on him. Impatient fists were moving and searching for his face but he was resistant. He parried Okwudili's hands away and both of them stood up with agility.