Spongebob Slaps Novels & Stories

You're worse than an animal. After venting my frustration, I delivered a slap across her face without a second thought. The sound of that crisp slap quickly attracted a crowd. Victor ran over and shielded Phoebe, squaring up. "How dare you slap Pheebs! I'm gonna kill you!" As always, Serena stood before me protectively, wearing a fierce expression. "Nobody touches my boyfriend!" Seeing the hostility displayed toward me by Victor, Phoebe not only didn't confront me for the slap but returned one to his face instead.

“You’re a bad person! You can’t say that! Don’t hurt my mommy!” Suzanna, clearly enraged, reached out and grabbed his ear, twisting it hard as she snarled: “Stupid little cripple!” I lunged forward and shoved her away, my hand already swinging back to slap her again— But before I could deliver the blow— “Smack!” A sharp, deafening slap landed on my face instead. I staggered back, my cheek burning. Stunned, I turned to see Foster standing between us, staring down at his own hand in disbelief—as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

“Because I’ll know it’s real. I could command you to kiss me—” He kisses me immediately, smiling against my lips. When I pull back, I shake my head. “See? That doesn’t count.” He sighs. “I’m not going to slap you. I would never do that.” “I know. That’s why I’m commanding it.” He crosses his arms. “Good luck with that.” “Slap me.” “No.” “Slap me.” “No!” “Slap me!” “NO!” he shouts. “SLAP ME!” He slaps me. We both gasp loudly, staring at each other in shock.

Chloe raised her chin defiantly and cried, “I said! You are still that weak, pathetic, los—” SLAP! Aurora raised her hand and slapped Aurora hard across her face! There was a sharp intake from the crowd. Chloe’s face was slapped to the side. A visible hand mark gradually appeared on her skin. Chloe froze as though she couldn’t believe what just happened. A few seconds later, she suddenly jerked around and screamed: “How dare you—”

Zayden slapped me. ****

The size of baseballs, there was no way those assholes weren't being beaten into pulp. "We've got to hurry," I called as I rushed over to Thane and Harry. I straddled Thane's still prone form. Leaning down, I slapped my hand across his face as hard as I could. Harry chuckled. "Well, that's one way to do it." Thane bucked up, almost junk jacked me. "What the fuck?" he whipped his head from side to side as I scrambled to get away from his giant dick-smashing head. He looked up at me. Glared. "Did you punch me?" He rubbed a hand over his jaw. "And then slap me?"

He was stroking himself while he watched me. What a fucking perv. "Spank her," he ordered, his voice hoarse. "Slap that ass hard." José's palm cracked down across my right cheek, then the left, leaving bright red prints. Each slap made my ass clench around his cock. Another biker climbed onto the table in front of me, grabbed my hair, and slapped his heavy cock across my cheek, leaving a wet streak of pre-cum on my skin. "Open your mouth," Kyle growled through the phone. "Let him slap your face with it."

He finally decided that he is going to school, survive, and the next thing about that…will have to wait. When he’s all dressed and ready, there’s still 10 minutes left for Ponjie. He walked toward him, grabbed his legs and threw them on the floor. The guy wasn’t affected at all, even released a small giggle while sleeping. Fruto couldn’t take it anymore so he shook Ponjie and slapped his face three times. Slap! Slap! Slap! The big devil finally rose. “D-did you just slap me awake?” “Are you silly? Am I not human enough? You were having a nightmare and were slapping yourself! I couldn’t wake you up until you fell on the floor on your own!”

I ignored her shout and continued doing what I was doing. I was busy trying to take a mouthful of the spring of water coming out of her vagina when a hot slap landed on my face. I looked up to question her on why I deserved a slap, but I was met with the angry glare of my best friend 'Mark' the bat demon. "Wake up you fool! You must have been blood deprived for years, for you to gulp the I was splashing on you," Mark said as he tried to land another slap on my face, but I caught him just in time.

Across from him stood Xavier, his driver, holding a bottle of Coke he’d stolen from the mini-fridge… completely frozen in place. His jaw was open so wide, a bird could have made a nest in it. “You mean to tell me…” Xavier began slowly, his voice rising in disbelief, “…that dude actually slapped you?” Caspian didn’t even blink. “Full-on. Fingers, palm, wrist, insult… everything. A Michelin-star slap.” Xavier’s eyes bulged. “GodDAMN.”