Smack! OW! Smack! OW!
Smack, smack! OW1! YEOW!
The sounds rig out of your slapping and me crying out in pain. A slap across my cheek with one hand. Then a slap across the face with the other hand.
Then a palm slat followed by a backhand smack across my face. My head turns with each hit. My cheeks are brining and must be bright red if not turning purple from ferocity of your slaps.
Then a smush splat as you slap my boob hard enough for it to slam into the other one.
Finally, a rip, smack, smack, smack as you rip my dress down to my waist with slapping be back and forth across my face with your other hand.
I want to set back and gain my composure but your hand on my gown keeps me close to you. I am too close to hit you with a good belly punch so I wind up and hit you across the face with all my might. WHAM!
I get a good grip on you rhair so I can hold your head with smacking your face. SPLAT! WHAM! SMACK!,
Still yanking on your hair, I use my other hand to yank down on your dress. I get it partway down your hips but can’t get it quite past your ass.