I could barely focus on the teacher at the front of the room. My thoughts dwelled on what Jane had said before we went into class. Her mom had spanked her? An eighteen year old girl? Was that even possible? Legal? Maybe all her complaints about her mom were true, maybe she really was crazy! But despite the outrage I knew I should feel for her. I had to admit that I was feeling something else entirely, AND THAT was the feeling that was keeping me from concentrating on the lesson.

The thought of Jane’s cute little bare butt on display, her mom’s hand repeatedly smacking against it. But of course that was nonsense. Certainly she wasn’t spanked bare. It was probably just a swat to her backside as she retreated to her room. But I couldn’t really go asking for details. That would be uncouth. Besides how do you exactly phrase that question.. “so Jane, did your mom pull down your panties before spanking your butt?” . No, certainly those things only happened in stories on the internet. Still, imaging Jane flailing around over her mother’s knee did do something… Lost in my thoughts I glanced up at her, staring up at her butt as if I might see some evidence of last night’s transgressions. Just then Jane bent over to get a pencil from her bag and I caught a quick flash of something . Not evidence of a spanking but something that took me COMPLETELY by surprise. Surely that wasn’t what I thought it was? No, it must have just been my imagination… Still Jane does have a nice butt… Even if she is just a friend.

I turns out that I didn’t need to ask for details. When we got to lunch Jane motioned me over to a table in the corner by ourselves.
“Can you believe my mother did that?” She asked, outraged “I told you she wasn’t right. We’ve fought before but this time she went too far. Honestly I can’t wait for the next six months to pass so I can move out. I mean she hasn’t done… that… since I was thirteen!”
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“What did you do to get in trouble?” I asked.

“Uh? I was late?! You were there remember??” she said giving me a look.

“No, what did you do when you were thirteen” I was trying to change the subject, or get more details, I don’t know which.

“Oh what didn’t I do when I was thirteen? I lied, I talked back I was the typical bratty kid. And every time it was the same thing ‘take off those pants and get over my knee young lady!’ but I deserved it… and then I turned fourteen and she started grounding me instead.”

Wow! That was more detail than I thought I was going to get…. Could I push this without seeming too interested? “But she didn’t….” I started, trying to sound casual.

“Didn’t what?” Jane responded.

“She didn’t… you know… surely now at your age she wouldn’t make you… take… off…”

“My pants?” Jane finished “Oh yeah she did. She told me I had a choice I could pack my bags and leave, get out of her house and live on my own. But I don’t have any money.. Where would I go? You still live at home.. I couldn’t leave. So she said my other choice was a.. a… “, her voice dropped “…a spanking…. she made me pull down my pants and panties and lay on her lap and she.. she.. spanked me. I don’t even know how many times, I didn’t think it was going to ever end. And then I….” She stopped.

“Then you what?” I asked hoping I didn’t sound too enthusiastic.

“Ummm… Then I went to my room, honestly she is such a B!”

Was that it? I was sure she was going to say something else. Still, I was astounded by what she had told me, and more than a little umm.. excited… to say the least. After such a confession I felt it was probably best just to leave things alone for a while. I wanted to appear, no I wanted to be, a concerned friend not some kind of voyeur looking for a fantasy story.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all that, I feel like it was my fault you got in trouble.” I said trying to come up with a response.

“No, it was my fault we were late too. I’m not mad at you, I just can’t believe my mom.. she’s such a…”

“I know a ‘B’” I finished for her.

Jane smiled, “Thanks for listening, your such a good friend, I hope I didn’t ruin lunch with my ranting.”

“No you’re fine” I replied, thinking ‘you have NO idea’! We hugged and then as Jane stooped down to pick up her bag I caught a glimpse of something again. Something that just didn’t seem quite right… at least not on an eighteen year old girl.