His hand smacked hard into a thin forearm, and closed.

A dirty hand smacked him in the mouth, cutting off the abuse.

His hands smacked one against the other as he pondered the problem.

His brown hand smacked the map where the arrow pointed.

Her right hand, now on the small of my back, smacked me softly.

But Hair could not make it; he fell as his hand smacked into the net support.

Like a flash her small white hand went out and smacked his face.

He remembered the many times he'd reached out to touch it, only to have his hand smacked.

His hand shot out and smacked me across the face.

A hand smacked across her mouth in an iron grip.