Slapstick Novels & Stories

he chuckled to himself like he had just found a magnificent discovery. Too bad. It's going to take more than a whip to break me. "Who knew an old bastard could be such a dog that eats its own vomit?" I laughed drily. His eyes glared at me as his nose flared. I struck a nerve. Nice. I was rewarded with a slap on the same cheek from before. In return, I spat blood on his ugly shoes. "Perfect design!" I laughed, loving how his face contorted in displeasure and disgust.

The slap was so ingenious. Slap! The force of the slap caused him to spin around in daze. The slap was so forceful that he could see stars. That alone confirmed the G-5 suspicious that their boss were not so ordinary as he seemed! He is an expert! The lackey quickly snapped back to reality and retreated in trepidation. He took one last look at Jake before returning back to his vans. Meanwhile, Stab's mouth was opened in a silent scream. At this point he smirked in annoyance. 'He has touched the lion's tail! He will pay!' Then he flew the scene alongside the lackey's who managed to stood up.

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.

Soft taps, almost gentle, like he was testing them rather than actually punishing himself. That part finished me completely. It was the funniest thing ever — a grown man giving himself baby slaps as a “punishment.” If he had slapped himself properly? Maybe I would have considered it entertainment. LOL. But this? Please!!!!!! Just spare me that bullshit. I bit back a laugh. If he wanted to look ridiculous, he didn’t need my help.

My laughter grew louder, my eyes sparkling with mirth. Then, in a swift motion, Cara slapped me, delivering a loud, cheek-stinging slap that left my face red and swollen. The force of the slap was so intense that it made my head jerk to the side, my eyes widening in shock and pain. The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on me, as I stood frozen, my hand raised to my cheek in a futile attempt to soothe the stinging pain. Cara, on the other hand, looked satisfied.

Hilarious. Arianna almost burst into laughter the moment Mrs. Mickelson’s palm connected with her stepmother’s cheek. The sound was sharp—clean, almost elegant in its delivery. Mrs. Young’s head snapped sideways, her perfectly curled hair bouncing, while a vivid red imprint bloomed across her cheek like an angry flower. It was a masterpiece of a slap, executed with the precision of a woman who had practiced patience for far too long. Lord, Mrs. Mickelson was feisty. Arianna had expected support, yes. She had expected Mrs. Mickelson to back her up in one way or another, even though she hadn’t fully disclosed her plan for the evening. But that slap? That bold, unfiltered, history-making slap?

, my voice calm. The big guy stepped forward with a smile on his face. I burst out laughing , making him stare at me in confusion. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and turned to see what was happening. I finally stopped laughing and looked at the guy. "What's your name?", I asked him. "Why do you wanna know bitch, wanna moan it when I fuck you?", he smirked. It didn't take up to 2 seconds and I gave him a sounding slap, making his mouth bleed. All playfulness gone and now replaced with so much anger.

I explain and wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. Since Ragh stops laughing suddenly and looks at me like I’m batshit crazy, just to emphasize the fact that I am, in fact, batshit crazy, I thrust my hips forward a couple of times, humping the empty air and groan, “hell yeah, spoons are the shit, demon boy. Don’t you just want to grab them and,” I hump the air a few more times, “fuck the living shit out of that stainless steel?”

And I will make sure that aside from her son, I will be the reason why she laughs like this time. “Mister… You are too confident with yourself. If I were you, I will not make a fool of myself.” She shook her head while laughing. But the smile in her eyes turned to an icy stare. “After you insulted me during Andrew’s bachelor’s party until now… Do you think your generosity will flutter me?” she asked mockingly.

She walked straight into chaos. Sadie's slap had landed brutally. Red marks instantly bloomed across Louie's face. "You crippled loser!" Sadie spat. "My mother asked you a question. Didn't you hear her?" But before she could finish- Another presence appeared behind her. She didn't even have time to turn. A sharp, brutal slap sent her spinning like a top. She staggered in circles before collapsing to the ground. Blood spilled from her mouth. Her newly fixed porcelain veneers shattered and flew out.