Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

The anticipation from the crowd and most especially, Slave, was palpable. I took a large flat paddle and stepped closer to Slave. I meandered around her, slapping the paddles against my hand. Then I moved back around to her beautifully spread legs. With no warning, I smacked her ass, hard. Slave, squealed. I let the sound ring out and then I continued. Slave continued to make pain noises as I turned her ass red. When I felt she had enough, I went back to the table and retrieved another device that I shoved into my pocket for a moment. I swung her around, so the crowd could see her reddened ass and pretty pink cunt.

Chapter 63 Salute~ Sophia Laurel backed out of the fight just before it began. A frown on her face and her fist clenched into a tight fist. "You'll pay for that, bitch." She muttered. The door opened revealing creepy guy. I tightened my fist waiting for any signal that he was going to pounce. Whack! The slap came from the right side but it felt like it came from everywhere. "That's for disrespecting me, you fucking cuñt." Laurel said, stomping away before I could even blink.

The refs are blowing their whistles, trying to break it up, but Ryker’s rage is volcanic. He grabs the guy by the collar and slams him against the ice, shouting in his face. “You so much as breathe near him again and I’ll break your fucking jaw.” Quinn and two other teammates rush over, pulling Ryker back before he throws another hit. His chest is heaving, his eyes wild, locked onto the guy still sprawled out in shock. I’m still leaning against the boards, head ringing, body aching, but my heart is pounding for a different reason now.

, he said bringing his knuckle forward "For Seattle high!" they all responded at once as they connected their hands with the coach's own. * * *

That rage-hot, destructive, unstoppable-erupted from deep inside me, burning every last thread of patience I had left. Smack! The slap rang out, loud and clear, as I poured every ounce of strength into it and slammed it right across his too-perfect face. The whole world just... froze. Everything went dead silent in that moment.

River sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance and disdain. Riley felt her blood boil at his callous words, her hand clenching into a fist in anger. Without hesitation, she raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap across his face, the sound echoing through the room. The sting of her palm against his cheek felt satisfying, a small act of defiance against his disrespect.

Slam turned towards me and smirked a malicious smile. I fought back a shudder as his fist slammed me in the face. I stumbled backward and fell on my butt. He charged at me, and I jumped up only to have him take me down again. He was on top of me. He lifted his fist to hit me, but I got an idea. They said there were no rules…

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

Slap to my hip, then my back, marking me as his. 'Harder, Father,' I moaned, meeting his slams. 'Punish this sinful cunt with your holy dick.' He obliged, hips snapping, balls slapping my clit. His hand snaked around, fingers rubbing my nub furiously, while the other slapped my ass in time with his thrusts—whack, thrust, whack.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.