“Hurry up, drive faster!”

“If we get pulled over it will only make things worse!”

Still I pushed down on the accelerator watching the needle ease towards 70.

“You don’t know what she can be like”

“You’ve told me, I’m sure you’ll be fine, it’s only thirty minutes”

“Thirty-five minutes…. And we’re not there yet”

“Here comes the turn, we’ll be there in just a minute”

“I am in so much trouble… she’s going to be really mad”

“I can go in an explain if you want. Say it was my fault.”

“No, it’s best if I go in by myself. I hope she’s in a good mood”

“We’re here. I’m sure it will be okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. “

“If I’m still alive… or at least allowed to leave the house…”

I watched as she walked towards her front door. The door opened and a woman stepped onto the porch. She didn’t seem too angry. They both stepped inside, the door closed and the porch light went out. Sighing I pulled off into the darkness. ‘It will be okay’ I told myself, at least I hoped….

My names Peter. I’m your average high school senior. Nothing special, just an average guy with average looks and average grades. I don’t play sports, I’m not the head of any teams or the leader of any cliques. And that was Jane, my best friend. Yes, we are just friends, nothing more. Not to say we hadn’t gone on dates before, we tried that route and it didn’t work out. We had even fooled around a couple times. But still we were mostly just friends. Jane is like me. Not a popular girl, not a cheerleader, pretty much invisible to most of the other guys at our school. As for looks the nick name ‘Plain Jane’ would suit her well. Average height, skinny, a mess of tangled brown hair and a 32 A chest that is barely noticeable under the loose t-shirts she usually wears. And, yes I know her exact bra size. I told you we had fooled around. I had seen those cute little tits on a number of occasions. Jane was a bit of a free spirit and even when our Facebook status did not say ‘In a Relationship’ there had been more than a few ‘games’ that ended up with one or both of us naked. But like I said we are just friends…..

One thing that Jane did have in common with most of the other girls in our school was her relationship with her mother. Jane complained about her mother quite frequently. I know in private she loved her mother, though they have complicated relationship. But like most teenage girls she griped about her mother all the time. How unfair she is, how she still treats her like a child. The complaints were daily and sometimes monotonous. I was SURE they were exaggerated, just her blowing off steam. But I always listened, tried to be a good friend. I never once voiced any doubt or had tried to defend her mom. I figured they could work things out on their own. After all Jane was eighteen now, summer would be here in a few months and then we would all be off to college. Certainly being away from home would change things. That’s why I wasn’t TOO worried when I dropped her off at her front door thirty minutes.. or thirty-six minutes late. Sure there might be heated exchange. Jane would probably go to her room and slam the door. Tomorrow I will hear all about it.

As I walked down the hall of my school the next morning I looked for Jane. I spied her by her locker and snuck up behind her.

“You’re still alive I see, how was your mom?”

Jane turned and looked at me, I could tell she had been crying but there was also an unmistakable fire in her eyes.

“My mom is such a ‘B’ ” she replied.

I laughed to myself, one of my favorite things about Jane was her inability to swear. It gave her a cute, almost innocent quality.

“So was she mad?” I asked, hoping this diatribe would not consume our ENTIRE day.

“Mad is an understatement, she was just CRAZY. I can’t believe her , I mean she’s just such a… a… B!”. Her rant continued as we made our way to our first class “I mean you have no idea, I know I complain about her A LOT but this time, this time, I mean, it was just, just..” She trailed off.

This was a bit unusual, Jane was usually not at a lack of words to describe her mother. “I am sure it’s all over now.” I said trying to calm her down.
“Peter, you don’t understand, she did something last night, something she hasn’t done for a long time. I can’t even say it.. it’s just so… so.. embarrassing”

Now this was intriguing. Jane and I told each other EVERYTHING. We were best friends. And if she didn’t want to or couldn’t bring herself to tell me what happened, then….

“It’s okay” I told her “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to”.

“No, no I’ve GOT to tell someone, just promise me you want tell anyone else.”

“Of course not, who would I tell, you’re my best friend”

Jane pulled me to the side of the hallway just outside the door to our first period class. “It’s just she was REALLY mad. We fought and then.. and then…” She leaned forward and whispered something barely audible in my ear. Just then the bell rang, obscuring her words.

“Did you just say…” I started.

“She spanked me.” Jane said again still in a barely audible whisper.