Kristi's Punishment

[JaneCarole Fan]

Fetish World had a series of letters from an accident-prone girl named Kristi, a few from her fed-up mother, and some advice from "Bill." These are the earliest ones I have.

(Issue No. 16)
Dear Sandy,

It’s me, Kristi, writing to you again and I'm sorry to report that I've had another accident. As I write this I am sitting in a diaper (a clean one) and it’s uncomfortable. Please, Sandy, Please! Don’t judge me before you listen to how it happened. I know it sounds really disgusting and shameful for a girl my age to go in her pants, but it really wasn’t my fault this time. Honest, Sandy! It really wasn’t my fault.

When I had my first accident in the car with my family coming back from shopping and my second at an outdoor carnival, I guess you can say that it was my fault. I guess you can say that a nineteen-year-old girl (I just turned twenty last month) shouldn’t mess in her pants anymore. Maybe I can understand how you can think that I deserved to get punished a little those times. Sandy, I guess that, maybe my mom and my family and you have the right to be mad at me for doing such a thing not once but twice.

But please, Sandy, please have mercy on me this time because the mess I did really wasn’t my fault and I’ve been punished such a real lot lately. Please don’t decide that I need more punishment before you hear my story. First, let me say that it was over four months since I last did poop in my pants. It was way back last August when it happened last and I didn't do it again until December 27th. All through the fall semester at college I went in the toilet and a lot of time I went in bathrooms that weren't so good. But I used them anyway because I didn't want to risk going in my pants again. I most have done bowel movements in the toilet 150 times since I last did on in my pants. Sandy, don’t I get any credit for the ones I did in the toilet? Why does my mother make such a big deal about the ones in my pants?

And I wouldn't even have gone in my pants in the first place if it weren’t for my mother - and my sister. As you know, Sandy, you didn't get my last letter - the one telling about my accident at the carnival - until I was back at school and my mother found the letter in my room. That was because I forgot to send it to you even though my mother says that I didn't send it on purpose because I didn't want to bear what you were going to say about my messing myself again. Even though I only forgot to mail the letter, my mom doesn't believe me and now I’m getting punished for that, too. It wasn't enough that I was grounded for most of my Christmas break from school (as part of my punishment for the last accident I did at the carnival) but my mom gave me a long list of chores to do as punishment for not mailing the letter.

No sooner did I get home from college than my mother had me at work cleaning the garage. “When I tell you to mail a letter and confess about your filthy toilet habits, you'd better mail it," she screamed. Then she promptly washed my mouth out with soap because she says that I'm lying about forgetting to send that letter to you. But I didn't leave it in my room on purpose, damn it, contrary to what she says.

So I get extra chores up to my wazoo. So one day (December 27th), I'm stuck scrubbing the toilets with a toothbrush. So I spend almost two hours scrubbing one toilet clean when my bitch sister comes parading in there, plops her fat ass down and takes a fucking shit. Can you believe it? - taking a shit in the toilet I just cleaned and she got it really messy too. There are two other bathrooms in the house (ones that I hadn't cleaned yet) and she has to go and mess up the one I just cleaned. Well, I got really mad and got into a big argument with her.

Naturally, my mom took my sister's side. "It's bad enough you don't go in the toilet yourself," she told me, "Now you don't want your sister to use the toilet either." To make a long story short, Mom decided that I needed a lesson in "maturity." She went and got a diaper for me (the one she kept threatening to make me wear If I messed in my pants again) and she made me pin it on. Can you believe this, Sandy, a fucking diaper at my age (I turned 20 last month) and not even for doing a mess again - just for getting into an argument with the bitch of a sister of mine.

She then tells me that I have to wear it until "I learn to behave like a young woman my age should behave." That meant that I had to wear the diaper that night to watch my sister's basketball game. Sandy, can you believe she made me go out in public wearing a fucking diaper under my slacks. I want you to know that mom really did make me wear the diaper and for no reason. I did my mess in the diaper that night at the game and my mother is also making me point out that I wet the diaper, too, on the way coming home from the game. I really did do a bad mess and then made it even worse by soaking the diaper and my slacks too. I know that it was my diaper and my my poop that wound up in that diaper and, of course, it was my pee that wet the diaper as well. But there is no way you can blame me for what happened. If mom hadn't made me wear the diaper to the game that night, none of this would ever have happened.

Sandy, I wanted to go in the toilet at the game - I really did! I even went into the girls' room there on two occasions - my mom knows that I did. I couldn't believe how awful that bathroom there was - would you believe that the toilets didn't even have any doors on them? Sandy, there was no privacy in any of the stalls! It's bad enough normally when you have to use a bathroom like this (especially when doing a poop), but I was wearing that stupid diaper. How could I have used the toilet wearing a diaper? What if people looked into the stall and saw me? What if someone who knew me saw it? What would they think? How could I explain wearing a diaper at my age?

So later on that night at the game when I couldn't hold it in anymore, it all came out in my diaper. You see, Sandy - if my mother hadn't made me wear that diaper, I could have used the girls' room there and this
whole thing could have been easily avoided. Naturally, I couldn't pee in those toilets, either, and on the way home I peed in the diaper, too and unfortunately into my slacks, too. I’m sure you'll agree Sandy, that it's all my mother's fault, so please tell her to end my punishment now.

Sandy, I’ve already been punished a lot and it was all for nothing as you can see. First, she made me do writing assignments and to further embarrass me, she made me send it in to you with this letter. As you can see, she made me write 100 times, "I must learn to have my bowel movements In the toilet." It was just awful because mom made me write out all 100 lines BEFORE she let me clean myself up. As if it wasn't bad enough making me do the writing in the first place. Sandy, can you believe that she would make me do something so disgusting as to make me sit there and write (for almost two hours) in a wet and messy diaper. Even mom know how awful this was because she let me stop after 100 times when I was originally supposed to write it 500 times. She warned me, though, that next time she'd make me write the full 500 times and if that still didn't teach me a lesson, I'd be writing 1,000 times soon. Sandy, can you believe writing punishment at my age - what does she think I am - a third grader?

After the writing was finished, I was finally able to clean up the awful wet mess. Not that I was looking forward to cleaning it but I so wanted to got out of that messy diaper. Sandy, you don't know how bad it feels to sit for a long time with poop all over your behind. The only good thing about wearing a diaper is that it’s easier (a lot easier) to clean poop out of than panties. But having sat in that messy diaper for so long smeared the poop all over me a lot worse. Under the circumstances, you'd think that she’d just let me take a shower but instead she made me wipe off all the shit with toilet paper. And mom says she's going to take it out of my allowance to pay for the two whole rolls of toilet paper it took to clean my filthy behind. (She is also making me pay for the diapers she’s bought for me.) It's adding Insult to injury not to let me clean up in the shower and then making me pay for the two whole rolls of toilet paper that I had to use.

Naturally, I was also spanked and it hurt like hell. I'm also back to working on my chores with a lot of new ones added to the list. I have to sit an the toilet one hour everyday and I'm now grounded for my entire Easter recess from school and also one month of my summer vacation. My mother hasn’t yet decided how long I'm going to be in diapers. She says that if I have no more accidents, she'll consider not making me wear them back to school. But I’ll die if she makes me wear diapers at college. What would my roommates and friends think?

Sandy, please help me!

Sincerely, K.B.

Dear Kristi,
You get no sympathy from me. I can only suppose your mother let you stop writing after 100 times because she couldn’t stand the odor herself.

Sandy
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(Issue 22)
Dear Sandy,

The last letter from Kristi would suggest that several items of discipline by her mother may be somewhat outdated, and I am not referring to the spankings which seem warranted. One might also question whether the severity of the spankings it adequate for the offense.

Having considerable experience with infantilism and many girlfriends who enjoy being babies again, I might pass on some tips about incontinent aids for big babies. I have some baby girls in the twenties and forties who have different needs, which require different clothes.

Since Kristi seems to have no real desire to wet or poop her panties, you have to ask yourself why her accidents are so frequent. She seems to have no problem in finding a place or time to void her bladder without wetting her panties, so I must assume that we are only dealing with controlling BM's. The frequency of accidents may indicate that she really does enjoy playing the bad baby girl with the resulting soiled panties. But why so much within the public arena with friends? Generally, most people who enjoy this practice strive for discretion and privacy. Not so with Kristi.

If these incidents are truly unplanned accidents, then she may be interested in some adult baby clothing that would be easier and less embarrassing to handle than nylon, cotton or rayon panties. Before leaving that subject, let me suggest that cotton panties by Henson (yes they are expensive), are built with a four-inch crotch that can hold more of a BM than any other conventional women’s panties. Do not wear bikini, high-rise briefs and it should be self-explanatory why tap pants or petti-pants are not suitable. Use full-cut briefs only – and if Kristi needs a size six, she will find that this size in Henson full briefs will run a little more generous in fit, particularly where needed in the lower seat and crotch.

To avoid the clean-up associated with cotton or nylon panties, I strongly recommend the use of rubber or vinyl panties next to the skin. Both of these materials are waterproof and hold the odor level to a more acceptable level in public. They can be easily flushed out in (but not down) the toilet and further rinsed in a sink or shower. They do not thrive in hot dryers but can be air-dried with low heat or simply cool air.

Adult rubber and vinyl panties are not expensive and can be best obtained by mail order. I have a very reliable and inexpensive source in Seattle if you need the name and address.

Because they are intended for use with diapers the fit around the seat and crotch is very ample for a BM. Because the material fits well, detection under skirts and slacks is minimal. It helps to wear a pair of panties over the rubber or vinyl panties for security against high winds with short skirts. It also reduces the "rustling" sound of rubber/nylon undies. Would again recommended Henson's full nylon briefs since they look better and generally will hide the fact that Kristi is wearing 'baby pants.” In most cases they will not even get soiled since all the mess will be held within the confines of the baby pants (unless the BM is very loose, and that is always a disaster that can only be handled by wearing adult diapers under the baby panties) or, full briefs by Attends or Depends and other brands will work, but they are pretty bulky, even under skirts.

Now to the matter of speaking. Big babies that mess their rubber panties should be spanked nursery style (over the knee), the outer nylon panties lowered to between the knees and thighs. Considering that the Seat of Government is amply protected by rubber or vinyl panties and the insulation of a large bowel movement, the spanking instrument must be a hairbrush (large old-fashioned oval style); a 2 to 3 inch rubber or leather strap, about 18 inches long, or a light paddle (heavy sorority paddles are dangerous).

There is something very embarrassing about being over someone's lap with skirt and slip up and showing your rubber panties full of poop to your spanker. Be aware that you cannot see Kristi's bottom so limit the spanking to no more than 50 spanks - 25 to each cheek with hairbrush. I would then suggest 15 strokes of a strap to each thigh, just below the elastic leg of her rubber pants. This is a very painful spank spot and the area will redden quickly with a lot of twisting and kicking from Kristi. Next I would march her over by the ear to a corner with her nose placed against the wall and her skirt and slip pinned up to show off her drooping nylon panties and her very full rubber panties with a large bulge protruding at the bottom. Give her thirty minutes of corner time and then march her to the bathroom to clean up.

That clean-up begins with all clothing removed except the baby panties. Kristi should do all the undressing with no assistance from Mom. After all the clothes are removed she needs to crouch over the toilet (both seat and lid up) as though she was going to sit down - don't let her. She needs to bring her bottom within a foot of the toilet where Morn lowers the pooped panties slowly inside out so the load can drop directly into the toilet. Kristi has her rubber panties pulled back up to the waist (a very humiliating experience) and led to the shower. Preset the water temperature to warm and advise Kristi to wash herself with soap and water thoroughly several times. Then she is to clean up her rubber panties in a similarly thorough manner.

While she is doing this I would recommend a chair be brought into the bathroom and have Kristi step out of the shower, but before she dries herself take her over your lap, protected by a large towel, for a hand spanking. If anyone has had had the experience of being spanked on wet skin she has no idea of the sting it brings. Apply enough speaks to bring her already red hot bottom to a deep red from the center of the buttocks to the thighs. Mom will have one very well punished and contrite girl over her knees, and keep reminding her during the speaking of what happens to naughty babies who poop their undies. Stand her in the corner again and allow no rubbing of the sore bottom, for a few strokes of the strap will follow if she does. One hour naked in the corner should be sufficient incentive to seek out a bathroom next time nature calls.

Warmest regards,
Bill

[JaneCarole Fan]

Kristi again

(Issue #30)
Dear Sandy,

My mother is making me write to you again. It's me, Kristi, and for those of you who don’t know I'm a twenty-one year old woman who occasionally has accidents (bowel movements) in her panties. In the past, I've written about accidents I've had coming home from shopping with my mother, at an outdoor country fair, at my sister's basketball game and twice while I was away at college. None of them were my fault if you ask me, but my mother disagrees and obviously so do you, Sandy. It has been eight months since the last time, but recently I messed in my pants again.

I don't know why Mom is making me write to you about my accident - because it's none of your business, Sandy. I know it was my idea to write to you the first time (the first time I did a mess in my panties) because I thought you'd agree with me that I didn't deserve the punishment (a spanking!) that my mother wanted to give me. I thought for sure you'd say that an accident is really no big deal and you'd advise my mother not to punish me at all. Boy, was I wrong. Not only did you tell my mother to go ahead and spank me, but you suggested even more punishments.

Especially as I continued to have occasional accidents (and who out there doesn't have occasional accidents?) you suggested punishments that got worse and worse. Because of you, Sandy, I've been forced to clean my messes in the toilet, clean my behind without even a washcloth, wear diapers sometimes, do all kinds of chores, do punishment writings like a little school girl (although you'd never force a school girl to write as many lines as mom forced me to write), been given enemas for punishment, not to mention the spankings I've received from my mom and the fact that I've been unspeakably humiliated in front of all my friends.

I've given up trying to plead with you for leniency and if it were up to me, I wouldn't even be writing this letter to you. Mom is punishment me enough already without any stupid advice from you, Sandy. The last thing I need is for you to give her any new ideas for punishing me. Nor do I appreciate sharing all the embarrassing details of my messes with your readers. I'll ask your readers - what the hell is the big deal if I have an accident occasionally? Is the world really going to end if I wait a little too long for the toilet and wind up with a load in my panties? I'm sure that there are a lot of girls my age who still have accidents occasionally but they just go home, clean themselves up, and go on with their business. Only I get all the embarrassing details of my accidents broadcasted for all to read about.

It happened a week before Christmas on my way home from college. It was late Friday morning when I finished my last exam and I packed up my car to come home for the holidays. I know what you're thinking and YES, I did go to the bathroom before I got into the car, but sometimes my bowels are guilty of bad timing. I just didn't go in there and take a quick tinkle. I was being really careful. I sat down and tried really hard to have a bowel movement, too. But I just didn't have to go at the time - I tried but I just couldn't move my bowels then.

Unfortunately, I did have to go during the four-and-a-half hour drive home and pretty soon I had to go really badly. Eventually though, I didn't have to go at all because it was all in my panties. A big, thick log had come out and mashed itself in the back and crotch area of my panties. Sandy, I tried really hard to hold it in - honest I did - but it was a very long drive and I just couldn't make it home in time. As I said before, it was iust a case of bad timing with my bowels it really wasn’t my fault. I was driving on the highway most of the way and except for a few rest stops along the way, there was absolutely no place for me to move my
bowels. The rest stops had only those squalid port-o-san bathrooms and I just couldn't use one of them – not for a bowel movement - they were disgusting.

I suppose I could have gone off the highway to find a gas station or someplace else to do it, but they're usually not very clean, either. If I knew that I could have found a clean bathroom this way, I would have tried. But what if I couldn't find one and then it would have made the trip longer and it would be longer before I could get to the bathroom at home. What if I wasted twenty minutes trying in vain to find a nice bathroom and then messed myself twenty minutes from home?
So I tried to hold it and make it home to my regular, nice, clean bathroom. What is so wrong with wanting to use a clean bathroom? Who out there hasn't held it in in public to make it to a better bathroom at home?

But I didn't make it home and I had an accident in my panties. I had an accident and messed in my panties! I repeat - I had an accident and messed in my panties! I'm a 21-year-old woman and I shit in my panties!! Now the whole world knows about this and you all can start making fun of me. I hate it when people make fun of me for my accidents.

I don't know if it was the smell, the way I walked to the bathroom, or the lump in the back of my jeans that gave me away. I didn't even make it to the bathroom door before my mother was screaming at me and calling for my sister to go and get one of my diapers. She made me pull down my jeans and panties and sit on the toilet (not on the toilet seat) in front of not only her and my sister, but my sister's friend - boy was she surprised to see my messed panties and she almost gagged at the smell. She started laughing when my mother told her that I do this all the time - But I don't do this "all the time" - I haven't done it in eight months. I only have accidents occasionally. I repeat, who out there can say that she doesn't have accidents occasionally? But my mom doesn't care about all the times I have my bowel movements in the toilet – she just makes a big deal about the ones that I do in my pants.

My mother says that my accidents are disgusting and I guess that I have to agree with her. I know that better than anyone else because I’m the one who’s got it in my pants and I’m the one who has to clean it up. So if it’s so disgusting and so bad to have, why didn’t mom let me clean it up right away? Not that cleaning up my accidents is any pleasure (especially the way that mom makes me do it - scrubbing the panties clean in the toilet and wiping off the mess with only toilet paper), but I knew that I had to do it sooner or later so why not get clean and comfortable as soon as possible?

Instead, she makes me pull up my jeans and panties and sends me off to my room without any cleaning up.
Those who read my last letter know about the writing punishments that morn makes me do. Every week (even if I don't do anything wrong) I have to write, "I must learn to have my bowel movements in the toilet" a hundred times just as a "reminder." But if I have an accident like this one, I have to write the sentence 1,000 times. I knew that I was going to have to do the writing, but mom decided to make me wait until the writing was done before she let me clean up. She made me sit in my room in my dirty mess until I finished all 1,000 of my punishment lines. It was a totally miserable experience. I guess I started writing about 5:00 that Friday night and I didn't finish until 10:00 PM. Saturday night. I had to sleep in my messy panties and pull them up and down several times (under closer supervision) every time I needed to use the bathroom. Can you believe that my mother is being so mean and cruel to me? It was just awful!

After that long, tedious writing assignment (filling the front and back of forty sheets of paper), I had to clean up the mess my mother's way (toilet paper only and cleaning the panties in the toilet). Then I got treated to fifty strokes on my bare (and diaper-rashed) behind with a belt and put into diapers (which I have to wear for three months). Starting the next morning, I was put on a series of two-a-week punishment enemas. Thanks a lot, Sandy! I'll be taking these enemas until I go back to college, but I'll have to wear the diapers even at college. How humiliating! For Christmas, one of my presents was a stock of a half-dozen diapers and two pair of rubber pants.

Kristi

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(Issue #37)
Dear Sandy,

I am the mother of Kristi - the twenty-year-old girl: who keeps writing to you complaining about the way I punish her when she messes in her panties. First, I'd like to really thank you for supporting me in the disciplinary measures that I've taken with her when she has these accidents. It should be pretty clear to everyone that there are no excuses for a girl her age to have accidents anymore and if they do they really deserve to be punished. But these days, though, in this permissive society, you never know when somebody's going to give parents some bullshit about whatever happens is a parent’s fault and that the kids should be allowed to do whatever they want without fear of punishment. I certainly don't think it’s unreasonable to demand that a young adult like my daughter move her bowels in the toilet. I also want to thank you, Sandy, for suggestions you gave me for the punishments for Kristi. With your help, she seems to be making progress as she hasn't had an accident since the last time she wrote to you.

The other reason I’m writing to you is to update you on Kristi's progress and to respond to the letter in
Volume 22 from "Bill." Bill considers himself an expert on this subject and tells us that he knows how to deal with Kristi's behavior because he "knows some baby girls in their twenties and forties." Well, if he's such an expert, why are his girls still messing in their pants in their twenties and forties? It's bad enough for my daughter to still be doing this at her age, but I have absolutely no intention of letting this go on any longer. If I were he, I'd be looking for toilet training advice rather than giving it.

Then Bill purports to give me advice in dealing with Kristi's accidents. He questions whether my punishments are sufficient for the offense - especially the spankings. Maybe I was a little too lenient in the beginning but certainly not now. If you could see my daughter's behind after I'm through spanking it or the way she screams and promises never to do it again while I'm spanking her, or the way she carefully sits
down for up to a week afterwards, you wouldn't question the severity. Remember, the goal isn't to hurt her but to teach her a lesson. Besides, we at least want her to be able to sit on the toilet afterwards.

My daughter has spent the entire summer being grounded and wearing diapers. She hates the diapers very much as they are most uncomfortable and she is very embarrassed to be wearing them, even around the house. Actually, she has been wearing the diapers since April when I found out that she messed herself twice while away at college. I think having to wear them at college in front of her roommates was the most humiliating for her. But I laid down the law that unless she learned to use the toilet all the time, she'd be wearing the diapers. I must have done something right because she hasn't messed in the diaper since she's been forced to wear them and consequently she can go back to college in her regular panties. But I also made her pack half a dozen diapers and she knows full well that if she has even one more accident, she'll be forced to wear the diapers for the rest of the semester. The choice is strictly in Kristi's hands. She can go in the toilet and wear her regular panties or she can go in her pants and get put back in diapers.

Let me state emphatically that I am not interested in buying (or letting Kristi buy) any special underwear like those suggested by Bill. He mentions that cotton panties by Henson with a wider crotch can hold more of a BM and would make her accidents “easier” and "less embarrassing" to handle than nylon, cotton, or rayon panties. Why in the hell would I want to make accidents easier and less embarrassing for Kristi? She goes in her panties enough already without me making it easier for her. As far as I'm concerned, she should be embarrassed when she messes in her pants and the more embarrassed she is the better. I want her friends to know about it and smell it and tease her about it. I want her to experience the full effects of how disgusting her accidents are and to have to stick her hands in the toilet and scrub her panties clean. I have a simple message for my daughter: If you want to avoid the shame, embarrassment and disgust of bowel movement messes – then go to the fucking toilet! How will we teach her not to have accidents anymore if we minimize her embarrassment or making cleaning it up easier?

Bill also suggests a procedure to use for cleaning up after one of Kristi’s messing accidents. More nonsense, as far as I’m concerned. He says that I should make Kristi squat over the toilet and then Bill says that I’m supposed to turn her panties inside out and dump the load into the toilet. Why in hell should I have to help her clean it out? Kristi is the one who does the messes and since she is old enough to know better, she should be the one to do the cleaning up. She should be the one who has to deal with it and hopefully after seeing it, smelling it, and touching it, she'll be disgusted enough not to let it happen again. I haven't messed in my panties since junior high and as far as I'm concerned, standing on the other side of the bathroom is as close as I'm going to get to one of Kristi's smelly, messy loads. What about the messes she does at college? Is one of her roommates supposed to go to the girls' room and help Kristi deal with the mess? How would Bill like to do such a disgusting job?

Then Bill wants to make it even easier on Kristi by letting her rinse off her filthy behind in the shower. This is something that I’m very adamant about. It's true that a messy accident really smears the mess all over the behind and it’s a bitch to clean up, but that's precisely why the girl who messes herself should have to clean it up this way. When Kristi moves her bowels in the toilet the right way, she doesn't clean herself in the shower, so why should she get special privileges when she messes in her panties like a baby? Regardless of the situation, Kristi will wipe herself with toilet paper just as everyone else does. Again, the choice is strictly in Kristi's hands. She can go in the toilet in which case wiping is easy or she can mess in her panties in which case wiping herself is a real bitch. If she's too lazy to make it to the toilet when she has to go, then she's going to have to pay for it later. And by making her clean up these messes with toilet paper only - not even a washcloth - she gets the shit all over her hands and I think she's beginning to realize that going in the toilet is just so much easier than going in her pants. This was especially true of the mess she did at the country fair two summers ago, which was huge and took her almost two whole rolls of toilet paper to wipe herself clean.

One good thing that Bill suggested was the effectiveness of standing in the corner for punishment. Except maybe for sitting on the toilet for punishment (I make Kristi do both), there is no better place for a girl
to sit quietly and think about her behavior. Rather than make Kristi press her nose against the wall as Bill suggests, I usually make Kristi stick her nose in her messed panties. I always make her do it for at least fifteen minutes at a time so she gets a good whiff of just bad her disgusting messes are.

In closing, let me say that I guess it does no harm for Bill to offer his advice in your newspaper but I doubt if he really gets the point. I think Sandy is more correct in her advice for stricter punishments for my daughter and I want to thank you for that. As I write this it’s been nearly five months since Kristi last messed in her pan ties, so I guess I’m on the right track. She’s back in college now and she's earned wearing her regular panties again and she’s served her fall "grounding" punishment. I'm still making her do her weekly "I must learn to have my bowel movements in the toilet" writing 100 times and hopefully that will continue to teach her the lesson.

Thanks again, Sandy, and I'll keep you updated on her progress.

Kristi's Mom

[Arnold Ziffel]

Kristi's Punishment

I found two more of these letters in my archives. It still seems like we're still missing a prior one, though.

From Fetish World -- Issue 13

Dear Sandy,

The enclosed letter should have been mailed by my daughter before she went back to school. However, I found it hidden in her room yesterday. I doubt if she’s looking forward to hearing what you’re going to say to her.

Nevertheless, I can assure you that Kristi will be getting punished for not sending this letter to you on time. I’ve already started a list of chores for her to do and by the time she’s home from school, it’ll be pretty long indeed.

Thanks for your help, Sandy.


L.B.


Thanks for nothing Sandy! Couldn’t you give a poor girl a break. Thanks to you I got my behind paddled and had to do all the laundry for a month.

First, let me say that writing to you was not my idea but my mother’s. It was my idea last time but I won’t make that mistake again. My mother wants me to write to you partly to embarrass me, but also so you can tell her how much I deserve to be punished. Even though I don’t deserve to be punished -- I’ve been punished too much already.

I’m a nineteen year old girl who’s in college. I’m a good student and a really good girl. Last time I wrote in because I had had a little accident in my pants and my mother wanted to spank me for it. It wasn’t bad enough that she made me wipe up the mess with toilet paper only and wash out the panties in the sink. Yes, Sandy, she made me wash them out by hand and it was really disgusting. How would you like to run your hands through shit, Sandy?

Since I only did a little bit in my pants and it was my first accident in over ten years, I thought there was no way I deserved to be paddled. I wrote to you because I thought for sure you’d agree with me and tell my mother not to spank me. Well, as I said before, thanks for nothing. Not only did my mother paddle me as you suggested (and boy, did it hurt), but she also took your suggestion and made me do the laundry for the whole family for an entire month. I still don’t know why I had to be punished for going in my pants a little. I know that I shouldn’t have accidents at my age and it’s really a shameful thing for a nineteen year old to do, but I’m the one who had to sit in the mess, I’m the one who has to smell it, and I’m the one who has to clean it up. So why is everyone so uptight about where I do my poop.

The reason I have to write to you know, Sandy, is because recently I did another mess in my pants. I also have to tell you that this particular accident was a really bad one -- a lot more poop in my panties than in my last letter. It also happened in a public place while I was wearing tight white shorts. Consequently, it left nothing to the imagination -- the brown mass of poop formed a big lump in the back of my shorts that everyone could see. My mother yelled at me and made me go stand by the car. She said she was embarrassed to be seen with me and she made me cry.

She thinks she was embarrassed -- but what about me? I’m the one the accident happened to. I was the one who had to walk around with the mess in my pants that everyone could see. And mom didn’t make it any better by yelling at me in front of everyone, which made them see it even more. I felt badly enough about pooping in my panties already. Do you know how it feels to suddenly lose control and stand there helpless while it all comes out in your pants? You don’t know the embarrassment of knowing that everyone can see the mess. And now my mother wants to add punishment on top of that humiliation.

I know what I did sounds really gross -- not only messing in my pants but doing it so badly -- but it really wasn’t my fault. I didn’t go in my pants on purpose, Sandy, I was just trying to hold it in until we got home. This all happened at an outdoor carnival that was held at a park where there were no bathroom facilities. There just wasn’t any place to sit down and move my bowels. Okay, there were some portable bathrooms, but they really were disgusting. As far as I’m concerned, port-o-sans are for peeing in, but if you gotta go poop, you should just hold it in or go somewhere else. I’m not really that picky about bathrooms to pee in (I did pee in that portable thing), but I have one strict rule -- I don’t poop in toilets that you can’t flush. Sandy, be honest with me, can you thing of anything more disgusting than having a bowel movement in a port-o-potty?

Maybe I should have been more careful and maybe I am too old to be messing in my pants, but I’m already sorry for what I did and disgusted and ashamed of myself. You wouldn’t believe what my mother made me do when we got home. When I took off my shorts and my underwear, she made me stick my nose right there in the mess and smell it. Can you believe she would make me do something so disgusting -- she held it right up to my nose until I almost vomited. Then she wouldn’t even let me use a washcloth to wipe it from my behind. It was so bad that it took a whole roll of toilet paper to clean myself. And if that wasn’t disgusting enough, she made me wash out the panties by hand, just like the last time. I mean, I could understand making me clean my panties last time because they weren’t so bad and could be worn again, but these panties were just totaled and as far as I’m concerned, I should have just flushed them down the toilet. I admit that I made a really bad and disgusting mess in them, so why couldn’t she just let me flush them? Can you believe she’d be so mean as to make me clean those useless panties and also have me wipe with just toilet paper, knowing that I’d get poop all over my hands? Then I also had to scrub my shorts because they were soiled, too.

Sandy, I won’t even ask you if my mother should spank me for my accident. No sooner had I done the cleaning when she laid me across her knee and delivered forty really serious strokes with a paddle. I’m not embarrassed to say that I was bawling my eyes out because that fucking paddle hurt like hell. And, after that, she made me sit on the toilet for two hours straight -- saying that I had to sit there until I could “Make in the toilet like a big girl.” You know how much it hurt to sit down (for two hours straight), on a hard toilet seat after getting a really hard spanking?

I thought that that was my punishment -- don’t you think that that was enough? But it was only the beginning. I got grounded for an entire month. Can you believe that I got grounded at my age? Why is Mom treating me like a child? Now I’m going away to college in a week, so my grounded gets suspended, but I’ll be grounded for three weeks when I come home on Christmas break. Can you fucking believe this, Sandy? And speaking of treating me like a child, everyday I’m grounded I have to sit on the toilet for a whole hour before breakfast. Will the humiliation ever cease?

And some people in my family want me to be punished even worse and my Mom sometimes thinks so, too. My stepfather wants to have me buy diapers and wear them -- even when I’m away at college. He says that I don’t deserve to be able to wear “big girl panties.” He definitely wants to tell my college roommates and have them watch me to make sure that I don’t mess my panties at school. My mom won’t make me do that yet (at least I don’t think so!) but she does say that one more accident -- even a wetting one -- and it’s “diapers for a month,” even at school. Please help me, Sandy -- Diapers at age 19?

My sister says that in addition to the extra chores that I have to do (like laundry and cleaning the bathrooms), she wants me to have to do writing punishment. Right, Steffi -- what does she think this is, school? Just because she got caught smoking at school last year and they made her write something five-hundred times -- she wants me to have to do the same thing. And who does she think she is anyway? Let me tell you, she shouldn’t be acting like Little Miss Innocent, either. When we got home from the carnival, she ran for the bathroom right away and she went both ways a lot. At least I peed in the port-o-can at the carnival -- Steffi didn’t even use it at all. Obviously, she was holding it in at the carnival, must as I was, but I don’t see her getting punished. Why do I get punished really bad and Steffi not at all?

Sandy, please tell my mom just to end my punishment where it is. Tell mom to un-ground me when I get back from school and to forget all this talk about diapers, telling my friends, punishment writings, toilet sittings, and all those extra chores. Shouldn’t my mom be thankful that I peed in the port-o-san and didn’t wet my pants as well? Sandy, haven’t I been punished enough, already?


Kristi



Kristi,

The “accidents” you seem to be having are becoming a habit -- a bad one at that. Though bad habits are difficult to break, your Mom has the right idea, beginning with your having to clean your own panties and shorts, and her spanking you, and ending with your wearing diapers.

By the way, how did you get home from the carnival? I’m sure you had to ride in your mother’s car. Do you realize how disgustingly horrendous it is to have to sit in the same car with someone who has “pooped” in her pants. I’d have made you walk home. I hope by your next letter to me, you have good news to tell me, because if you don’t, the punishments will definitely be more severe -- in fact, I’d suggest you wear those soiled panties for an entire day then have you clean them. Of course, you’d be confined to your room during this time, so know one else would be subjected to your disgusting habit.



Sandy

[Arnold Ziffel]

Kristi's Punishment

From Fetish World #20

Sandy,

It’s me, Kristi again, and I’m writing in with some bad news again. Since the last time I wrote to you I have done messes in my panties twice. This happened at college and I’m very embarrassed about it, but not only do I have to deal with the shame and embarrassment from others at my college (especially my roommates), but the constant ridicule and punishment from my mom.

Sandy, I won’t even beg you to say that I don’t deserve to be punished -- I’ve given up on that. I know that you think there’s no excuse for a girl my age, twenty, to mess in her panties no matter what the circumstances. Never mind that everyone, no matter what age, has an accident once in awhile. Who out there, even you, Sandy, can say that she’s never had an accident. Maybe I do it more than most girls my age but everyone does it once in awhile. Anyway, I’ve learned never to ask for your advice, Sandy, because you always tell my parents me more than they would have.

Sandy, it’s your fault that I have to wear diapers because my parents never even thought about punishing me that way until you suggested it. How would you like to have to wear a diaper, especially at college where you have to share bedrooms, bathrooms and showers with other girls? Next time, Sandy, why don’t you keep your stupid ideas to yourself.

Okay, let me tell you about what I did this time. My mother says that I have to write to “confess” to you my “shameful toilet habits.” I spent my entire Christmas break from college not only grounded but having to wear a diaper because of my messing myself again. Originally, I had to wear the diaper for getting into an “immature argument” with my sister. Then I got to wear them for my whole vacation because I did a mess in the diaper (because I couldn’t very well use a public bathroom while wearing a diaper) that night at my sister’s basketball game.

Anyway, because I didn’t mess in my diaper again during my vacation, and because I did a whole shitload of extra chores, mom and dad decided to let me were my regular underwear back at school. They made me wear the diaper for the whole 5 hour car ride back to school, but once there, they let me change back into my regular panties. Mom warned me, though, that I’d “run out of second chances” and if I messed in my panties again, it would mean wearing diapers all the time -- EVEN AT COLLEGE.

Back at college, everything was going okay at first. I was being really careful to always go in the toilet when I had to and not risk going in my panties again. I had two classes in this old, dilapidated building with a girls’ room that was the absolute pits. But I used that bathroom when I had to (even though I probably could have held it in until I got back to my dorm) because anything was better than taking a risk of going in my pants again. Sandy, do you see how good I was being about this?

One night I went drinking with my roommates and on the way back to campus I not only had to pee but I had to poop as well. No place was open at that late hour and it was a long way back to campus. After all that beer I drank, I had no choice but to stop off in the bushes twice to relieve my bladder. All sever of us did that at one point or another on the way back. Peeing in the bushes was bad enough, but I just couldn’t do the other thing -- I just couldn’t move my bowels in the bushes outside. Sandy, I know it’s unfortunate that I did poop in my pants, but what else was I supposed to do? You really couldn’t expect me to squat down and make bam outside and then if I did, what was I supposed to wipe myself with? Sandy, don’t we all sometimes have to poop at inopportune times and when we can’t hold it in, don’t we all wind up with it in our panties? Honest, Sandy, I didn’t do it on purpose -- so why do I have to be punished for what I couldn’t help?

So later that night, I’m stuck in the girls’ room at my dorm dealing with the mess. It wasn’t so bad (believe me, I’ve done worse) but I guess every time you do a poop in your panties it isn’t good. It could have been worse after walking so long with the load in my panties, but fortunately, the poop was pretty solid and it didn’t smear as badly as it had on previous occasions. I got stuck in that stall cleaning it up with just toilet paper but the ten or eleven wipes were far from my worst clean-up experience. I hid my well-loaded panties behind the toilet figuring the custodial staff would find them and dispose of them. Obviously, the advantage of not having this in front of mom was not having to clean out the panties.

No one knew that it was me who made the mess, even though another girl in my dorm found them before the custodian did. She thought it was very funny that a girl of college age would mess her panties and she kicked them out from behind the toilet to where everyone would see them. Everyone made jokes about it and wondered which girl was guilty of this “really dirty deed.” I was totally thankful that no one knew the mess was mine.

Then one day about a month later it happened again. I had two classes back to back in that dilapidated old building and I need to do number two. I’d used the filthy girls’ room there before, but on this particular occasion, I just decided to hold it in. Somebody had not only messed all over the toilet and the seat, but had overflowed the toilet, getting water all over the floor in both stalls. Really, Sandy, it wouldn’t have happened at all if that disgusting slob hadn’t messed up the bathroom. Can you imagine a college age doing her business all over the toilet and then making it clog? What a fucking pig! She ought to be the one getting punished, not me. Anyway, I thought that I could hold it in, but I had to go worse than I realized and it ended up in my pants. The fact that I had to go a lot worse than I thought was now pretty obvious. The mess that I had in my pants was huge -- almost as big as the accident I had last summer at the country fair. It was so bad in fact that the seat of my jean got stained a little bit, but fortunately I made it back to the dorm without anybody noticing.

I was greatly relieved to make it to my dorm bathroom without being detected, but my horror was only beginning. No one (even if you do it on purpose), should have to clean up a mess this bad -- it’s just cruel and unusual punishment. Just as before, I hid my massively loaded panties behind the toilet, but there was still the matter of cleaning myself and that wasn’t very pleasant at all. I thought about leaving the toilet stall and making a mad dash for a shower stall, but the shower stalls in my dorm didn’t have doors on them and I couldn’t risk being seen with that mess all over my butt. I’d just die if my college friends were to find out that I messed in my panties. So I just had to hold my nose and go to work on my behind with toilet paper only. Sandy, just to tell you how bad it was -- I had to change stalls twice after exhausting the toilet supply in each one. Sandy, can’t you see that I’ve been punished enough.

Anyway, I had the clean-up and I thought that I was home free. That was until my mom made a surprise visit that afternoon. So, mom and I are sitting in my room talking and suddenly one of my roommates bursts in. She had just been to the girls’ room and apparently saw my mess hidden behind the toilet. She comes in laughing hysterically, not only bursting out that there was a mess in the bathroom, but distinctly using the word “again.” That girl had no idea that I was the panty-messer, but mom easily put two and two together.

“It’s not too hard to figure,” mom screamed at me, “Not many girls your age still mess in their pants.” I tried to quiet her but she kept loudly screaming at me, making it clear to the whole dorm what I’d done. Sandy, can you believe she was deliberately trying to embarrass me in front of the whole dorm?

She took me down the hall to the girls’ room and I had to pick up the panties and clean them out thoroughly. To make it worse, she told my roommate to tell everyone else so I had an audience of nine or ten other girls while I did my thoroughly disgusting clean-up job. Then she dragged me back to my room and dished out a very severe spanking in front of all five of my roommates. She gave me fifty on my bare butt with a belt and that turned my behind a dark, dark red. Every time I tried to give an excuse about how each accident happened, she hit me with an extra bit of gusto. After awhile, I learned to shut up and just take it as best I could. Obviously, she was tired of my excuses for my disgusting and disgraceful toilet habits.

“You’re twenty years old and these accidents have got to stop,” she screamed as she pounded away, “If you mess in your pants like a baby, you’re going to be treated like one.

My roommates just stood there in amazement as Mom spanked me and afterwards while I lied there she explained to them the whole sordid story of my accidents in the car with her, at the country fair last summer, my messing my diaper at my sister’s basketball game and now the two very shameful ones I did at college.

“You don’t need these anymore,” she said as picked the underwear out of my drawer. “This is more in keeping with your toilet habits,” she said as she held up the diaper that I had hidden in the bottom of my underwear drawer, “This is what girls who don’t go in the toilet wear.”

“How long?” I asked as I began putting the diaper on.

“Let’s say four months,” she said, “and we’ll tack on two more months each time you mess in it.” Mom delighted in my embarrassment in being forced to put on a diaper in front of my roommates, but I just took it in stride. My whole dorm already knew that I had twice messed in my pants and now pretty much the whole college was going to know. Sandy, what greater humiliation could there be for a girl my age?

Sandy, the worst part of it is that mom still doesn’t think I’ve been punished enough. Just like last time, she is again making me do writing punishment, but this time it’s 500 times for the first mess and 1,000 times for the second. And this time she says that I have to finish the entire amount and I think she means it. And for hiding the messes behind the toilet, I have to write an additional five hundred times, “In the future I will clean my underwear when I mess in them and promise never to hide them behind the toilet again.” And for all that profanity I used in my last letter to you, I also have to write, “I must learn to use proper language when I write letters.” five hundred times. Sandy, that’s a total of 2,500 sentences to write!

But even that’s not the worst of it. Even when I finish with all that writing, and she’s giving me a month to write it, that isn’t the end of the writing. I have to write, “I must learn to have my bowel movements in the toilet.” one hundred times. That’s one hundred times every week even if I don’t have any accidents. I can’t believe it, a punishment when I don’t even do anything wrong. Mom says that this punishment is just a reminder every week to make sure I make sure I know that I’m supposed to go in the toilet ALL THE TIME. Also, it serves to remind me of the consequences (a lot longer writing assignments) if I do go in my pants again.

I say it’s totally unfair, Sandy, to keep punishing me week after week, especially when I do go in the toilet.


Kristi


Dear Kristi,

Let’s go back to the incident after you went drinking with your friends. While you were out partying, you should have used their facilities to relieve yourself of your poop!

As far as I’m concerned, unless you were having a bad case of the runs, in which case you should have stayed in the dorm, there is no excuse for your disgusting messing of your panties. Furthermore, the only reason you left your soiled panties behind was so that you wouldn’t have to wash them in front of the other girls and not because you expected the custodial staff to dispose of them. Let’s tell the story as it actually happened and not fabricate excuses.

You think you’ve been punished enough, well I disagree. Furthermore, I don’t think your mother’s punishments are working. Writing assignments won’t cure your problem, you need a solution that is closer to the cause, like a good enema every other day so your insides will be clean. I doubt very much if you’ll have anything left to poop if you’re put on a regular regime of enemas.