The rest of the day I really could not focus on the lessons at all. Jane and I had different schedules after lunch so I wouldn’t see her again until school let out. Still I couldn’t take my mind off of her and the story she had told me. When I came to school that day I never thought I would be hearing what amounted to a story from one of those internet fantasy sites being told by my best friend. Then there was the other matter. What I thought I saw in our first period class and then again at the end of lunch. Something sticking up from the waistband of Jane’s pants. Certainly it wasn’t … No way, it was probably just her panties all bunched up or something. But those didn’t look like any panties I had ever seen… No, it was probably just my imagination.
My ‘imagination’ kept me busy the rest of the day. The final bell shook me from my latest fantasy, the one where I got to watch as Jane’s mom spanked her with an oversized paddle. I gathered my things and walked out into the hall. I found Jane waiting by the water fountain in the same place she waited every day. Each morning she rode the bus to school and each afternoon I (fortunate enough to have my own car) gave her a ride home.

“Hi!” I said brightly “How was your day?”.

“Better”, she responded .

Feeling it was best to NOT be the first one to bring up our earlier conversation I searched for another subject.

“You want to get some coffee?”, I asked.

“Sounds great, just don’t get me home late!” Jane said with a hint of amusement.

That was the only reference to our earlier conversation she made. I felt it was better to just leave it alone so I let the conversation wander the usual course of movies, music and school gossip.
It wasn’t until we left the coffee shop and headed towards Jane’s house that the conversation took leave of this normalcy. After one unusually long lull in the conversation I looked at Jane in the passenger seat beside me.

“Is everything okay?” I asked with a note of concern.

“It’s just, my mom will be home from work in a couple hours and I haven’t spoken to her since… well you know…”

“Well I’m sure she’s over it” I tried to reassure her “It’s all said and done with and I’m sure it will be forgotten soon enough.”

“It’s not, though” she replied.

“Not what?” I asked curiously.

“Over,” Jane replied “It’s not over. I didn’t tell you the whole story.”

“Do you want to?” I asked cautiously, hardly believing there could be MORE to this story.

“You HAVE to promise not to tell ANYONE!” Jane said emphatically.

“I already told you I wouldn’t, didn’t I? We’re best friends who else would I tell, the only person I tell secrets to IS you!” I reassured her.

“It’s just so embarrassing! Really you got to promise, no one!”

“I promise” I replied. Really what could be more embarrassing, she already told me all about her spanking.

“Well, when we were rushing to get home last night I REALLY had to use the bathroom. But I didn’t ask you to stop because we were already late.”

“Okay” I replied wondering if this was going where I thought it was.

“Well you know how it is with my bladder”.

“I know”. Another one of Jane’s ‘quirks’ was her notoriously weak bladder. She had had many small ‘leaks’ as she called them on many occasions and once or twice completely soaked herself in my presence. If she laughed too hard or waited too long it was bound to happen. One secret I never shared with Jane was these accidents only increased my attraction to her. After all we were ‘just friends’.

“So anyway,” Jane continued, “I really had to go when I got to the house. But mom started in as soon as the door shut and then before I knew it I was over her knee and then I…” she stopped again. I could put together what happened from there.

“Oh no… you didn’t..” I said feigning shock.

“I did” Jane said meekly “I peed on my mom, right there all over her lap. She made stand up and I couldn’t stop I peed all over the kitchen floor, it was the most embarrassing thing I have ever done!” Jane’s face reddened as she told me this.

“So what did your mom do?” I asked, though I already thought I knew.

Jane hesitated, then continued, “She made me wear this..” With that Jane lifted her shirt and pulled down waistband of her jeans just enough for me to confirm my earlier suspicion.

Again I tried to feign ignorance. “What’s that?”

“Well, for all intents and purposes it’s a diaper!” Jane said so matter of factly it even took me by surprise. “They’re called ‘Goodnties’ I used to wear them when I wet the bed” (Jane had previously confided in me that she was a bed wetter until our first year of high school.)

“Apparently my Mom still had a pack of them” Jane explained “After my accident, well she was already mad, that just sent her over the top.” “She got these out and said I had to wear them for a week. If I don’t have any more accidents then my I get my underwear back.”

“I’m sorry” I said, genuinely concerned and excited at the same time.

“I’ll just have to be careful, I should be able to make it a week, I hope…”

“I’m sure you will” I reassured her.

“You’re sweet” Jane replied as we pulled up in front of her house “You want to come in?”.

“Your mom won’t be happy if she catches us there alone” I reminded her.

“It will be fine, she won’t be home for hours.”

I parked the car.

This could be interesting…