Spongebob Slaps Novels & Stories

Jordan POV. "We need to get back and stop slapping me," my mate whines, I only slapped his bum once, and maybe his thighs twice, none of the slaps were too hard, the last one on his bum, he had to stretch in front of me, showing off his rounded bum, I couldn't help but slap it. "Don't wiggle that pretty bum in my face then," I say with a smile, he didn't need to wiggle it, I loved his bum no matter what.

The class becomes silent as they anticipate how things are going to get bad soon. “I'm talking to you!” Marin continues. “No, she's not,” I say immediately. “Of course it's you!” “Oh, she's just joking around., I say, smiling oddly. Sophie stretches her hands behind me and tries to yank Marin's hair. I push Marin off my back, making her fall to the ground. Next, I hear, is a loud slap on my face, making me fall flat to the floor. I have never been hit that hard before in my life. I could feel my eyes shift from the normal positions they were in and I couldn't even see well for some seconds.

* I couldn't believe he was doing it again, hitting me in the same place, with even more force than before. SLAP! SLAP! Every slap against my skin was brutal and harsh, he wasn't holding anything back. I cringed, what the hell was wrong with him? Am I a child? Every single time his open palm landed on the same spot, I let out a cry against the gag. SLAP! This one was extra harsh, it felt like the flames of hell have been ignited within me. I was struggling to hold back tears of pain and annoyance at the unyielding intensity of his strikes.

A SLAP!! The resounding slap landed on Samantha's face. "Samantha!" While covering her hand over her mouth, Lilly shut her mouth. Peter also looks at Aaron in shock. Aaron has never beaten or touched any woman to slap, but today he lost his temper and slapped Samantha. Peter can't believe his eyes. Grabbing her cheek with her hand and rolling her eyes at Aaron, she looks at him. She couldn't believe Aaron slapped her. "What the hell are you doing?" Aaron steps close to her.

“You know, I think I get why he likes you now; you are a stupid bitch. He's always liked stupid bitches.” I turned to look at her, ready to pour my frustration on her. “And here you are, an even stupider and more pathetic bitch running after a man that doesn't like you; guess you are right.” The slap came from nowhere. One minute I was glaring at Sabrina, and the next, I was stumbling backward, having been hit by her. A sharp pain spread across my cheeks at the impact as if I had been cut by something sharp. Something trickled down my cheeks, and I groaned in pain.

Fiona won't hold it against you. I let out a cold laugh. "Not a chance. The only way I'm apologizing to her is over her dead body." Sally's eyes went wide, then he slapped me across the face.

He begins to land slaps on her face. Sophia ignores the pain, with her teethes slowly digging into his foreskin. Poof! She bites off the head of his dick and spits it out. "Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!" The imposter screams with his mouth blowing out breeze excessively as he bleeds out. "Ahh!" He puts his hand on it, trying to stop the blood flow. But that too presents itself as a multiplier of the mind-blowing pain that has submerged him.

“Babe, be patient. Once I’ve dealt with this little troublemaker, I’ll give you all my attention!” Then, he cast his leering gaze at me again. He even reached out his impolite hand and wanted to touch my face. I finally knew that this place had been rotten from the inside out for a long time. I raised my hand and slapped him in the face with all my might. “Get lost. You’re disgusting!” Bowie was stunned for a few seconds after being slapped. Then, he looked at me and angrily yelled, “You cheap woman! How dare you slap me! It looks like you’ve got a death wish. Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson that you’ll never forget!”

I hissed, trembling, “I could kill for you. I could kill because of you. And you would still look at me like I was nothing.” He said nothing. “Talk, damn it!” I screamed. And then I raised my hand. It was pure instinct—rage boiling over, grief tipping me past the edge. But before I could land the blow— SLAP. Pain exploded across my face as my head snapped sideways. My body stumbled backward, and I staggered into the shattered glass on the floor. I blinked. My cheek burned. My ears rang. Fernando had slapped me.

When I spun around, Peter’s hand was retreating. Heat flushed my cheeks. This was not the first time that he had tried to touch my ass—but it would be the last. I pulled back and slapped Peter hard across his laughing face. “Ow! What the hell was that for?” he cried out, holding his cheek. Bob and his parents rushed into the room. “What happened?” Bob asked. “Your bitch of an ex slapped me!” Peter exclaimed. “He touched my ass!” I zipped up my suitcase and set it next to the other bags. “I’m sick and tired of it.”