Hours later, the car finally stops. My exhaustion immediately disappears into alertness. I tried looking out the windows earlier, but they seems shaded in or something like that. I'm guessing John must've figured I would try to leave, so he didn't want me to find my way out or where we were. The doors were also obviously locked...goddamn child's lock. 

    The door suddenly opens, and I take the chance to bolt out.

    "Easy, not so fast," John says chuckling.

    I glare at him.

    "Why don't we go inside hm?" He starts pulling my arm again.

    "I can walk on my own," I state.

    "Oh, really, can you now?" He makes an amused face.

    I growl in frustration and try to punch him again, when that doesn't work, I kick.

   He sidesteps and then sighs.

   "I guess we're gonna have to this the hard way."

    In the blink of an eye, he grabs my waist and lifts me up on his shoulder. He then proceeds walking to his house.

    "Fuck...put me down!"

    With my legs facing him, I knee him. Except, my knee comes into contact with solid rock. Shit, what is this guy made of..?

    He sighs again. "Sorry to do this. But you should really listen to your guardian and quit making things difficult." He grabs my butt.

    I gasp, "H-hey, what are you doing? What the fuck!? Stop, L-let me go!"

   Then I feel a Wack!

    "Ahh!"

    I quickly cover my mouth. What was that? Nothing, nothing, I just was caught off guard. Another smack.

    This time I'm ready, and no sound comes out. Wait, wait, that's not the problem. He's spanking my ass!

    "Stop-mngh."

    My face starts to heat up a bit, and I can feel my ears burning. This is embarrassing. I've never felt this before, this is different from normal beatings. Goshdammit, just quit spanking me! It's humiliating; I'd rather take a grown ass beating than this bullshit!

   He keeps going, harder if I struggle, and softer if I comply. Tears start to form, threatening to drop.

   By the time he stops, I'm gasping and clutching at his back.

    Tired, I droop my head down, and he carries me into the house, softly stroking my hair.

    He puts me down, on what I assume is a bed.

    He leans towards me and brushes my bangs. "Sorry for that," he whispers against my ear, "Are you okay?"

    I can still feel my ears and cheeks a bit flushed. I blink wearily.

   A soft "Mmhm" escapes my lips.

   He looks at me with a strange expression on his face, brushes my cheek, and whispers a good night.

   I curl against myself and fall asleep.