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Welcome to a session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) – this writer’s favorite fantasy. The story takes place in a high school not unlike other high schools. In this high school, however, there are strict rules regarding the toileting behavior of the school’s female students. Those who break the school toilet rules (including the rules against going to the bathroom in your pants) are brought before the TVPC to have their cases heard and their punishment given out if they are guilty. Meetings of the TVPC are called to order at 3:10 PM each school day in the TVPC meeting room – Room 222 of the high school. It should be noted that where this story takes place you need to be 18 in order to enter high school so all persons depicted, even though entirely fictional, are at least 18 years of age.
My name is Arnold Ziffel and I’m chairman of the TVPC. What follows are the summary minutes of the TVPC meeting of June 9, 2011.
Our first case before the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) this afternoon is a cute and likeable sophomore who goes by the name Winnie. She has been charged by Miss Bliss with messing in her panties earlier today. She has, however, pleaded “Not Guilty” to the charge. “I didn’t do it – I didn’t mess in my panties,” she claims, “You can even check my panties if you want – You can see that they are totally clean.” Its cases like these that really make me WONDER. YEARS from now, I wonder how people will judge the TVPC in terms of our fairness in difficult cases like these. Winnie (Gwendolyn is actually her real name but everyone calls her Winnie) is indeed wearing spotlessly clean panties, so it’s going to be difficult to prove that she soiled herself today.
“I didn’t actually get to see her soiled panties,” admits Miss Bliss (her accuser), “When I saw her in the hallway right after 5th period, I was busy with something else and didn’t get a chance to do a panty inspection on her.” A panty inspection is what happens when a teacher or other staff member suspects that a girl has had an accident. She then takes the girl into the girls’ room where the accused pulls down her pants and has her panties inspected to determine if they are wet or soiled or sometimes both. So it’s usually pretty obvious whether a girl has had an accident in her pants or not. But, as the lovely Miss Bliss says, she didn’t get a chance to check Winnie’s panties earlier today. “Winnie seemed to be in some sort of distress as she was walking in the hallway after 5th period,” the teacher reports, “And as I watched her walk past me, I could definitely see a bit of a lump in the back of her jeans.” “It wasn’t a really big lump like some of the other girls get sometimes – maybe this accident wasn’t that bad – but if you looked closely, you could definitely see that the lump was there,” she adds. But she also goes on to explain that just as she was about to ask Winnie to accompany her into the girls’ room for a panty inspection, a fight broke out in the hallway and she had to run over and help break it up.
“Maybe I was walking funny because I really did have to go,” Winnie tells us. “I had to go to the girls’ room really bad at that time because I had been holding it in for a while,” she explains, “But I did finally make it to the girls’ room and I did it in the toilet.” “I did it all in the toilet in the girls’ room by the cafeteria,” she claims, “I went in the toilet a lot and none of it got into my panties.” She repeats once again that she is wearing clean underwear – the point being, that she did NOT mess in them earlier today. Miss Defequer, Winnie’s French teacher, tells us that Winnie did ask permission to go to the girls’ room during 5th period but was denied. “She had already used all her girls’ room passes in my class,” the teacher explains, “So I didn’t let her go even though she told me that it was an emergency.” “So did plead with me that she was desperate and wanted me to let her go anyway,” she points out, “But nobody goes from my class without a pass.” “But if she did have an accident in my class, I didn’t notice it,” the French teacher adds.
With Winnie this afternoon at the TVPC meeting is Kevin, her long-time friend and sometimes boyfriend. “I can believe Miss Defequer that Winnie was desperate in class,” Kevin says, “Because she was pretty desperate in lunch the next period.” He goes on to explain that he and Winnie have been eating lunch together for a while now, and when they met up in the lunch room at the start of the 6th period, Winnie was definitely in need of the girls’ room. “She came right in and put her books down on the lunch table and then headed right for the girls’ room in a hurry,” Kevin says, “I’m sure she did it in the toilet in there like she said.” “I think I would have known if she had an accident in her panties during lunch,” he laughs, “And I can certainly tell you that she didn’t.”
At hearing that, Miss Bliss just shakes her head. “I’ve been doing this a long time and I can tell when a girl’s got a load in her panties,” she says, “And Winnie had a load in her panties earlier today.” “I didn’t get a chance to see Winnie again until later in the day,” she points out, “I finally did do a panty inspection on her during 8th period, but by then her panties were clean.” “I guess she must have somehow cleaned herself up and changed her panties before then,” she speculates. This case represents a dilemma for the TVPC. Though it’s hard to discount Miss Bliss’s testimony (she really is an expert at spotting girls in soiled panties), without Winnie’s messy panties or anyone having actually seen the messy panties, we cannot find her guilty of soiling herself.
“What did you have for lunch today?” asks Mr. DiPerna, a member of the TVPC. Kevin and Winnie both look at him puzzled. “You said that you had lunch together in the cafeteria today, I was just wondering what you had,” he asks, “Did you have the turkey or the pizza?” “Oh, we had the pizza,” Kevin and Winnie answer in unison. “I see,” Mr. DiPerna notes with a smile, “That’s a pretty neat trick considering that they weren’t even serving pizza in the cafeteria today.” That last revelation certainly raises a few eyebrows in the committee room. “It seems to me that if you really did have lunch in the cafeteria today, you’d know what they were serving,” the committeeman points out, obviously having caught these two in a lie. Winnie and Kevin stand there befuddled as the cold eyes of the TVPC bear down on them.
“It’s all my fault, you can’t blame Kevin for this,” Winnie suddenly blurts out as she fights back tears, “This whole thing was my idea and Kevin was only doing what I asked him to do.” Winnie goes on to tell the whole sordid story of how she really did mess in her panties during French class 5th period and really did have a mess in her panties as she passed Miss Bliss in the hallways afterwards. “I really did have an emergency in class,” she tells us, “When Miss Defequer wouldn’t let me go to the girls’ room, I tried to hold it in but I couldn’t make it.” She then explains that she met up with Kevin at lunchtime like she usually does, but instead of eating lunch, she came with another idea. “I didn’t want to get caught with another accident,” she tells us, as the tears really begin to fall, “I’ve already had 3 this year and I just got off being grounded from the last one.” “My mom had said that next time I’d be grounded for twice as long as the last one,” she continues, “And last time I was grounded for almost a full month.” The point being was that she was desperate to hide what she’d done and not get caught and she begged Kevin to help her with that.
“I drove her home during lunchtime so she could clean herself up and change her panties,” Kevin admits, “I guess we shouldn’t have done that, but I just didn’t want her to get in trouble again for messing in her panties.” “What you shouldn’t have done was lie to the TVPC,” I point out to him. Winnie goes on to explain that she did clean herself up at home and put on clean panties. They then came back to school and got back just as the next period was starting. “Please don’t blame Kevin – It’s not his fault,” Winnie pleads again, “It’s all my fault and I’m the one who should be punished for this.” “I’m the one who messed in her panties and I’m the one who was desperate to hide it,” she rather bravely asserts, “I’m the one who came up with this whole idea and I’m the one who convinced poor Kevin to help me.” “Kevin did nothing but try to help me,” she continues, “He even let me put my messy panties in the trunk of his car so my mom wouldn’t find them.” Obviously, the girl’s plea is a sincere one, but it’s not quite as simple as that.
“Actually, we won’t be punishing Kevin,” I tell a relieved Winnie, “He did lie to the TVPC but unfortunately our committee has no power to punish the boys in our school.” That also brings a smile to Kevin’s face, but that smile is a short-lived one. “Unfortunately for you, young man, this school has another TVPC,” I tell him, “And they have no problem punishing the boys as well as the girls.” “They’ll be getting a transcript of this case,” I tell him, “And I’m sure, you’ll be hearing from them pretty soon.”
“As to you young lady,” I tell Winnie, “It’s bad enough that you can’t get to the toilet in time, but lying only makes it worse.” She is, of course, found “Guilty” of soiling her panties – her 4th offense on that charge this year. She’ll have to write 500 times “I will not soil my panties in school again.” She’ll also have to spend a week in detention sitting on a toilet in the girls’ room near the cafeteria. “But unfortunately, Winnie, your punishment won’t end there,” I tell her, “As I said, lying only makes it worse.” For the lying she’ll have to write another 500 times – this assignment being “I will not lie to the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee again.” As I think about this punishment, I decide to add one more thing. “Go out to your car, get Winnie’s soiled panties and bring them back here,” I tell Kevin, “She’s going to have a little chore to do before getting to her other punishment.” “Since you already started the clean-up job, you might as well finish it,” I tell Winnie, “You’ll take those soiled panties down the hall to the girls’ room and you’ll thoroughly clean them out in there.” “And you’d better do a good job, too,” I add, “Because you’ll be wearing those panties to school tomorrow.” Winnie, who had been crying from when her lie was first uncovered, has no reason to stop now as she awaits Kevin to return with her panties and contemplates the disgusting chore of cleaning them out in the girls’ room.
“I hope this teaches you that Kevin is really in love with you, Winnie,” I tell her, “Not many boyfriends would help you clean up after your accident and store your messy panties in his car.”
Next up, we have a visit from Angela, a quiet and contemplative sophomore. She is charged with Loitering in the Girls’ Room. Generally, loitering is not a serious offense but for Angela this would be a 5th such offense. Also this year, she’s soiled her panties twice and flushed a sanitary napkin down the toilet once. “Again Angela?” I ask her in a disapproving tone, “Don’t you have anything better to do in your life than hanging around the girls’ room all the time?” “You mean MY SO-CALLED LIFE?” Angela answers back, more sullenly than sarcastically.
“Our school girls’ rooms are not hang-outs for you and your friends,” I lecture her, “They are places where girls take care of necessary and important bodily functions.” “And girls have a right to go in there and take care of those bodily functions without other people hanging around the bathroom unnecessarily,” I continue, raising my voice a bit to make my point. Angela doesn’t argue the point – Being argumentative is the last thing you would ever accuse Angela of being – But I seriously doubt that she’s getting my point. She’s heard all this before (and she’s even written 500 sentences the last time she did this), but still she persists in loitering in the girls’ room. Obviously, I need to get her attention.
“You’ll write another 500 times (‘I will not loiter in the girls’ room again’),” I tell her and note for the record, “And this time you’ll also serve a full week in detention.” Angela lets out a bit of a groan at hearing that, but I have to think that she was expecting that. “You’ll also be on toilet suspension for 2 weeks,” I tell her, “You won’t use any girls’ room in school for 2 entire weeks.” I then give Angela a moment to let it sink in. “What?” she suddenly asks, a look of panic on her face. “You heard me, Angela,” I tell her again, “For 2 weeks, you won’t be permitted to use school bathrooms at all.”
“B-But I need to use the bathroom in school,” Angela answers. Obviously I’ve now gotten her attention. “So you need school bathrooms?” I ask her, “What exactly do you need them for?” The pretty but sad-eyed sophomore gives me a funny look – something somewhere between puzzlement and embarrassment. “It would seem that you’re just using the bathrooms to hang out in,” I point out, “You don’t REALLY need the girls’ room for that, do you?” “You’ll just have to hang out someplace else,” I add. “But I need the girls’ room to pee – I pee in the girls’ room every day – Some days I have to pee in them twice,” she tells us, “And sometimes I have to make in them as well – I mean, I hate having to make in them but sometimes I just have to.” “I can’t hold it in all day – I just can’t,” she says, looking about ready to cry, “Please! Please!! PLEASE!!! don’t put me on toilet suspension.”
I take a moment to consider her pleas, but mostly I take a moment to consider her sudden change in attitude. It seems that I have indeed gotten her attention and obviously a toilet suspension is a very serious punishment and perhaps a bit much for Loitering in the Girls’ Room.
“If I let you keep your toilet privileges – that is, if I DON’T put you on toilet suspension, what can I expect you to use our girls’ rooms for?” I ask her. “Um – I will use the girls’ room to pee…….” she starts to tell me, but I interrupt her. “You mean to URINATE?” I point out. “Yes, to urinate,” Angela clarifies, “And to um, um, um you know.” “You mean to DEFECATE?” I also point out. “Yes sir – That, too,” she answers. “And obviously you can also go in there to change your sanitary protection when you need to and you can always go in there to wash your hands,” I explain, “And you can go in there to comb your hair or to fix your make-up or whatever as long as you don’t linger in there too long.” I note that Angela is listening intently to what I’m saying. “But you will NOT go into the girls’ room merely to hang out and socialize,” I warn her, “If it isn’t something that you need either the privacy or the facilities of the girls’ room to do, then you don’t do it in the girls’ room!”
“If this does happen again, you WILL go on toilet suspension and this time I won’t relent,” I warn her, “But as for now, I WON’T be giving a toilet suspension.” “Yes, sir,” she tells me, “It won’t happen again.” “You will, however, now be writing that sentence 1,000 times instead of only 500 times,” I tell her and note for the record, “500 times obviously didn’t make an impression on you last time.”
“A THOUSAND times?” Angela asks, “A thousand times just for loitering in the girls’ room?” “You can always have the toilet suspension back,” I offer to Angela, “If you’d prefer the 2 weeks on toilet suspension, I’d be happy to reduce the writing back to 500 times.” “I’ll write the 1,000 times,” she quickly answers – perhaps worried that I may change my mind again. Angela is spared the dreaded toilet suspension – at least for now!
Another girl who is no stranger to the TVPC is Lyndsey, a very attractive but vacuous blonde. Although in the past, she’s only been before us for relatively minor stuff (she has 3 accident violations – 2 for wetting her panties and one for soiling them), she’s really crossed the line this time.
“Drinking in the girls’ room is a very serious offense, young lady,” I tell her, “It’s bad enough when you come to school drunk and wet your pants because you’re drunk but to actually be drinking in the girls’ room really takes the cake. Lyndsey, however, seems entirely unfazed by the whole thing.
“I understand that you’ve already been suspended from school for a week for this,” I point out. “Yeah,” she says, again quite nonchalantly, “I guess I could use a few days off from school – I could really use some time to sit back and relax.” The comment brings a chuckle from several members of the TVPC – some time to sit back and relax is the last thing that Lyndsey is going to have with this. “I don’t know about having time to sit back and relax,” I tell her, “I think you’re going to be pretty busy instead.” Lyndsey looks at me puzzled, but the members of the TVPC know exactly what I’m talking about. I then sentence her to write 5,000 times, “I will not consume alcoholic beverages in the girls’ room in school again.” “That’s FIVE THOUSAND times,” I repeat, “FIVE THOUSAND times.” “The punishment will be due the first day you get back from suspension,” I tell her, “I don’t know how much time you’re going to have to sit back and relax, young lady.”
“B-But-But-But-B-But,” she mumbles, completely at a loss for words. But I am neither at a loss for words nor at a loss for punishment. “You’ll also be on toilet suspension for 2 months,” I tell her, “That’s no using the girls’ room at all in school – You are not allowed to even set foot in a school girls’ room for 2 months,”
“B-B-But-But,” she mumbles again, “I need the girls’ room in school.” “I need the girls’ room in school – I use the toilet in school all the time,” she points out, “I can’t hold it in all day – I’m really not good at holding it in at all.” “Then I guess it’s going to be a pretty rough 2 month for you,” I tell her, “I guess you’re just going to have to get used to wet pants every day and if that’s going to be your worst problem, you can consider yourself lucky.” “I won’t be my worst problem,” she says as she tries to fight back the tears, “I have to do the other thing in school all the time and I’m not very good at holding that in, either.” “I’m going to be doing that in my pants, too,” she says, as the tears really begin to flow, “I’m going to be messing in my pants a lot – I can’t even stand the thought of that.” She argues that she’s sorry for what she did and begs me to reconsider her punishment. But, obviously, I remain firm. Although I do spare her from having to serve detention, the huge writing assignment and the long toilet suspension stand. I find it interesting, though, that I suddenly do seem to have her attention and hopefully she’s beginning to see how serious this is.
Before dismissing her, I warn her of the very serious consequences of what would happen if she used the girls’ room in school or even went outside to squat in the bushes. I also remind her that her 5,000 times writing assignment is due immediately when she gets back to school from her suspension. “Anything not done on time gets doubled,” I warn her, “Anything not done in another week after that gets doubled again and you go on toilet suspension.” “I thought I was already on toilet suspension,” she says. “You’ll be on toilet suspension even longer,” I explain, “We’ll just keep adding time to it until you get the writing done – It’ll seem like forever before you get your toilet privileges back.”
In closing, I cannot help but notice the sudden smug look on the senior’s face. It’s no doubt related to the fact that she’s a senior and there’s only a few weeks of school left. Though, it will no doubt be unpleasant to spend the last few weeks of her senior year on toilet suspension, it won’t be anything close to the 2 months that she’s been sentenced to. “I’d wipe that smug smile off my face right now, young lady,” I tell her, “In case you’re wondering how we’re going to enforce that whole 2 months on you, I’ve had a look at your attendance record.” “It seems you’ve been absent a whole lot this year,” I explain, “So much so that you’ve already lost credit in all your classes.” She looks at me quite puzzled – she obviously isn’t the brightest of girls. “It appears that you’re going to back with us next year to repeat your senior year,” I explain, “And whatever toilet suspension you don’t serve this year, you’ll serve at the start of next year.” The smug smile is now mine instead of Lyndsey’s.
My name is Arnold Ziffel and I’m chairman of the TVPC. What follows are the summary minutes of the TVPC meeting of June 9, 2011.
Our first case before the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) this afternoon is a cute and likeable sophomore who goes by the name Winnie. She has been charged by Miss Bliss with messing in her panties earlier today. She has, however, pleaded “Not Guilty” to the charge. “I didn’t do it – I didn’t mess in my panties,” she claims, “You can even check my panties if you want – You can see that they are totally clean.” Its cases like these that really make me WONDER. YEARS from now, I wonder how people will judge the TVPC in terms of our fairness in difficult cases like these. Winnie (Gwendolyn is actually her real name but everyone calls her Winnie) is indeed wearing spotlessly clean panties, so it’s going to be difficult to prove that she soiled herself today.
“I didn’t actually get to see her soiled panties,” admits Miss Bliss (her accuser), “When I saw her in the hallway right after 5th period, I was busy with something else and didn’t get a chance to do a panty inspection on her.” A panty inspection is what happens when a teacher or other staff member suspects that a girl has had an accident. She then takes the girl into the girls’ room where the accused pulls down her pants and has her panties inspected to determine if they are wet or soiled or sometimes both. So it’s usually pretty obvious whether a girl has had an accident in her pants or not. But, as the lovely Miss Bliss says, she didn’t get a chance to check Winnie’s panties earlier today. “Winnie seemed to be in some sort of distress as she was walking in the hallway after 5th period,” the teacher reports, “And as I watched her walk past me, I could definitely see a bit of a lump in the back of her jeans.” “It wasn’t a really big lump like some of the other girls get sometimes – maybe this accident wasn’t that bad – but if you looked closely, you could definitely see that the lump was there,” she adds. But she also goes on to explain that just as she was about to ask Winnie to accompany her into the girls’ room for a panty inspection, a fight broke out in the hallway and she had to run over and help break it up.
“Maybe I was walking funny because I really did have to go,” Winnie tells us. “I had to go to the girls’ room really bad at that time because I had been holding it in for a while,” she explains, “But I did finally make it to the girls’ room and I did it in the toilet.” “I did it all in the toilet in the girls’ room by the cafeteria,” she claims, “I went in the toilet a lot and none of it got into my panties.” She repeats once again that she is wearing clean underwear – the point being, that she did NOT mess in them earlier today. Miss Defequer, Winnie’s French teacher, tells us that Winnie did ask permission to go to the girls’ room during 5th period but was denied. “She had already used all her girls’ room passes in my class,” the teacher explains, “So I didn’t let her go even though she told me that it was an emergency.” “So did plead with me that she was desperate and wanted me to let her go anyway,” she points out, “But nobody goes from my class without a pass.” “But if she did have an accident in my class, I didn’t notice it,” the French teacher adds.
With Winnie this afternoon at the TVPC meeting is Kevin, her long-time friend and sometimes boyfriend. “I can believe Miss Defequer that Winnie was desperate in class,” Kevin says, “Because she was pretty desperate in lunch the next period.” He goes on to explain that he and Winnie have been eating lunch together for a while now, and when they met up in the lunch room at the start of the 6th period, Winnie was definitely in need of the girls’ room. “She came right in and put her books down on the lunch table and then headed right for the girls’ room in a hurry,” Kevin says, “I’m sure she did it in the toilet in there like she said.” “I think I would have known if she had an accident in her panties during lunch,” he laughs, “And I can certainly tell you that she didn’t.”
At hearing that, Miss Bliss just shakes her head. “I’ve been doing this a long time and I can tell when a girl’s got a load in her panties,” she says, “And Winnie had a load in her panties earlier today.” “I didn’t get a chance to see Winnie again until later in the day,” she points out, “I finally did do a panty inspection on her during 8th period, but by then her panties were clean.” “I guess she must have somehow cleaned herself up and changed her panties before then,” she speculates. This case represents a dilemma for the TVPC. Though it’s hard to discount Miss Bliss’s testimony (she really is an expert at spotting girls in soiled panties), without Winnie’s messy panties or anyone having actually seen the messy panties, we cannot find her guilty of soiling herself.
“What did you have for lunch today?” asks Mr. DiPerna, a member of the TVPC. Kevin and Winnie both look at him puzzled. “You said that you had lunch together in the cafeteria today, I was just wondering what you had,” he asks, “Did you have the turkey or the pizza?” “Oh, we had the pizza,” Kevin and Winnie answer in unison. “I see,” Mr. DiPerna notes with a smile, “That’s a pretty neat trick considering that they weren’t even serving pizza in the cafeteria today.” That last revelation certainly raises a few eyebrows in the committee room. “It seems to me that if you really did have lunch in the cafeteria today, you’d know what they were serving,” the committeeman points out, obviously having caught these two in a lie. Winnie and Kevin stand there befuddled as the cold eyes of the TVPC bear down on them.
“It’s all my fault, you can’t blame Kevin for this,” Winnie suddenly blurts out as she fights back tears, “This whole thing was my idea and Kevin was only doing what I asked him to do.” Winnie goes on to tell the whole sordid story of how she really did mess in her panties during French class 5th period and really did have a mess in her panties as she passed Miss Bliss in the hallways afterwards. “I really did have an emergency in class,” she tells us, “When Miss Defequer wouldn’t let me go to the girls’ room, I tried to hold it in but I couldn’t make it.” She then explains that she met up with Kevin at lunchtime like she usually does, but instead of eating lunch, she came with another idea. “I didn’t want to get caught with another accident,” she tells us, as the tears really begin to fall, “I’ve already had 3 this year and I just got off being grounded from the last one.” “My mom had said that next time I’d be grounded for twice as long as the last one,” she continues, “And last time I was grounded for almost a full month.” The point being was that she was desperate to hide what she’d done and not get caught and she begged Kevin to help her with that.
“I drove her home during lunchtime so she could clean herself up and change her panties,” Kevin admits, “I guess we shouldn’t have done that, but I just didn’t want her to get in trouble again for messing in her panties.” “What you shouldn’t have done was lie to the TVPC,” I point out to him. Winnie goes on to explain that she did clean herself up at home and put on clean panties. They then came back to school and got back just as the next period was starting. “Please don’t blame Kevin – It’s not his fault,” Winnie pleads again, “It’s all my fault and I’m the one who should be punished for this.” “I’m the one who messed in her panties and I’m the one who was desperate to hide it,” she rather bravely asserts, “I’m the one who came up with this whole idea and I’m the one who convinced poor Kevin to help me.” “Kevin did nothing but try to help me,” she continues, “He even let me put my messy panties in the trunk of his car so my mom wouldn’t find them.” Obviously, the girl’s plea is a sincere one, but it’s not quite as simple as that.
“Actually, we won’t be punishing Kevin,” I tell a relieved Winnie, “He did lie to the TVPC but unfortunately our committee has no power to punish the boys in our school.” That also brings a smile to Kevin’s face, but that smile is a short-lived one. “Unfortunately for you, young man, this school has another TVPC,” I tell him, “And they have no problem punishing the boys as well as the girls.” “They’ll be getting a transcript of this case,” I tell him, “And I’m sure, you’ll be hearing from them pretty soon.”
“As to you young lady,” I tell Winnie, “It’s bad enough that you can’t get to the toilet in time, but lying only makes it worse.” She is, of course, found “Guilty” of soiling her panties – her 4th offense on that charge this year. She’ll have to write 500 times “I will not soil my panties in school again.” She’ll also have to spend a week in detention sitting on a toilet in the girls’ room near the cafeteria. “But unfortunately, Winnie, your punishment won’t end there,” I tell her, “As I said, lying only makes it worse.” For the lying she’ll have to write another 500 times – this assignment being “I will not lie to the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee again.” As I think about this punishment, I decide to add one more thing. “Go out to your car, get Winnie’s soiled panties and bring them back here,” I tell Kevin, “She’s going to have a little chore to do before getting to her other punishment.” “Since you already started the clean-up job, you might as well finish it,” I tell Winnie, “You’ll take those soiled panties down the hall to the girls’ room and you’ll thoroughly clean them out in there.” “And you’d better do a good job, too,” I add, “Because you’ll be wearing those panties to school tomorrow.” Winnie, who had been crying from when her lie was first uncovered, has no reason to stop now as she awaits Kevin to return with her panties and contemplates the disgusting chore of cleaning them out in the girls’ room.
“I hope this teaches you that Kevin is really in love with you, Winnie,” I tell her, “Not many boyfriends would help you clean up after your accident and store your messy panties in his car.”
Next up, we have a visit from Angela, a quiet and contemplative sophomore. She is charged with Loitering in the Girls’ Room. Generally, loitering is not a serious offense but for Angela this would be a 5th such offense. Also this year, she’s soiled her panties twice and flushed a sanitary napkin down the toilet once. “Again Angela?” I ask her in a disapproving tone, “Don’t you have anything better to do in your life than hanging around the girls’ room all the time?” “You mean MY SO-CALLED LIFE?” Angela answers back, more sullenly than sarcastically.
“Our school girls’ rooms are not hang-outs for you and your friends,” I lecture her, “They are places where girls take care of necessary and important bodily functions.” “And girls have a right to go in there and take care of those bodily functions without other people hanging around the bathroom unnecessarily,” I continue, raising my voice a bit to make my point. Angela doesn’t argue the point – Being argumentative is the last thing you would ever accuse Angela of being – But I seriously doubt that she’s getting my point. She’s heard all this before (and she’s even written 500 sentences the last time she did this), but still she persists in loitering in the girls’ room. Obviously, I need to get her attention.
“You’ll write another 500 times (‘I will not loiter in the girls’ room again’),” I tell her and note for the record, “And this time you’ll also serve a full week in detention.” Angela lets out a bit of a groan at hearing that, but I have to think that she was expecting that. “You’ll also be on toilet suspension for 2 weeks,” I tell her, “You won’t use any girls’ room in school for 2 entire weeks.” I then give Angela a moment to let it sink in. “What?” she suddenly asks, a look of panic on her face. “You heard me, Angela,” I tell her again, “For 2 weeks, you won’t be permitted to use school bathrooms at all.”
“B-But I need to use the bathroom in school,” Angela answers. Obviously I’ve now gotten her attention. “So you need school bathrooms?” I ask her, “What exactly do you need them for?” The pretty but sad-eyed sophomore gives me a funny look – something somewhere between puzzlement and embarrassment. “It would seem that you’re just using the bathrooms to hang out in,” I point out, “You don’t REALLY need the girls’ room for that, do you?” “You’ll just have to hang out someplace else,” I add. “But I need the girls’ room to pee – I pee in the girls’ room every day – Some days I have to pee in them twice,” she tells us, “And sometimes I have to make in them as well – I mean, I hate having to make in them but sometimes I just have to.” “I can’t hold it in all day – I just can’t,” she says, looking about ready to cry, “Please! Please!! PLEASE!!! don’t put me on toilet suspension.”
I take a moment to consider her pleas, but mostly I take a moment to consider her sudden change in attitude. It seems that I have indeed gotten her attention and obviously a toilet suspension is a very serious punishment and perhaps a bit much for Loitering in the Girls’ Room.
“If I let you keep your toilet privileges – that is, if I DON’T put you on toilet suspension, what can I expect you to use our girls’ rooms for?” I ask her. “Um – I will use the girls’ room to pee…….” she starts to tell me, but I interrupt her. “You mean to URINATE?” I point out. “Yes, to urinate,” Angela clarifies, “And to um, um, um you know.” “You mean to DEFECATE?” I also point out. “Yes sir – That, too,” she answers. “And obviously you can also go in there to change your sanitary protection when you need to and you can always go in there to wash your hands,” I explain, “And you can go in there to comb your hair or to fix your make-up or whatever as long as you don’t linger in there too long.” I note that Angela is listening intently to what I’m saying. “But you will NOT go into the girls’ room merely to hang out and socialize,” I warn her, “If it isn’t something that you need either the privacy or the facilities of the girls’ room to do, then you don’t do it in the girls’ room!”
“If this does happen again, you WILL go on toilet suspension and this time I won’t relent,” I warn her, “But as for now, I WON’T be giving a toilet suspension.” “Yes, sir,” she tells me, “It won’t happen again.” “You will, however, now be writing that sentence 1,000 times instead of only 500 times,” I tell her and note for the record, “500 times obviously didn’t make an impression on you last time.”
“A THOUSAND times?” Angela asks, “A thousand times just for loitering in the girls’ room?” “You can always have the toilet suspension back,” I offer to Angela, “If you’d prefer the 2 weeks on toilet suspension, I’d be happy to reduce the writing back to 500 times.” “I’ll write the 1,000 times,” she quickly answers – perhaps worried that I may change my mind again. Angela is spared the dreaded toilet suspension – at least for now!
Another girl who is no stranger to the TVPC is Lyndsey, a very attractive but vacuous blonde. Although in the past, she’s only been before us for relatively minor stuff (she has 3 accident violations – 2 for wetting her panties and one for soiling them), she’s really crossed the line this time.
“Drinking in the girls’ room is a very serious offense, young lady,” I tell her, “It’s bad enough when you come to school drunk and wet your pants because you’re drunk but to actually be drinking in the girls’ room really takes the cake. Lyndsey, however, seems entirely unfazed by the whole thing.
“I understand that you’ve already been suspended from school for a week for this,” I point out. “Yeah,” she says, again quite nonchalantly, “I guess I could use a few days off from school – I could really use some time to sit back and relax.” The comment brings a chuckle from several members of the TVPC – some time to sit back and relax is the last thing that Lyndsey is going to have with this. “I don’t know about having time to sit back and relax,” I tell her, “I think you’re going to be pretty busy instead.” Lyndsey looks at me puzzled, but the members of the TVPC know exactly what I’m talking about. I then sentence her to write 5,000 times, “I will not consume alcoholic beverages in the girls’ room in school again.” “That’s FIVE THOUSAND times,” I repeat, “FIVE THOUSAND times.” “The punishment will be due the first day you get back from suspension,” I tell her, “I don’t know how much time you’re going to have to sit back and relax, young lady.”
“B-But-But-But-B-But,” she mumbles, completely at a loss for words. But I am neither at a loss for words nor at a loss for punishment. “You’ll also be on toilet suspension for 2 months,” I tell her, “That’s no using the girls’ room at all in school – You are not allowed to even set foot in a school girls’ room for 2 months,”
“B-B-But-But,” she mumbles again, “I need the girls’ room in school.” “I need the girls’ room in school – I use the toilet in school all the time,” she points out, “I can’t hold it in all day – I’m really not good at holding it in at all.” “Then I guess it’s going to be a pretty rough 2 month for you,” I tell her, “I guess you’re just going to have to get used to wet pants every day and if that’s going to be your worst problem, you can consider yourself lucky.” “I won’t be my worst problem,” she says as she tries to fight back the tears, “I have to do the other thing in school all the time and I’m not very good at holding that in, either.” “I’m going to be doing that in my pants, too,” she says, as the tears really begin to flow, “I’m going to be messing in my pants a lot – I can’t even stand the thought of that.” She argues that she’s sorry for what she did and begs me to reconsider her punishment. But, obviously, I remain firm. Although I do spare her from having to serve detention, the huge writing assignment and the long toilet suspension stand. I find it interesting, though, that I suddenly do seem to have her attention and hopefully she’s beginning to see how serious this is.
Before dismissing her, I warn her of the very serious consequences of what would happen if she used the girls’ room in school or even went outside to squat in the bushes. I also remind her that her 5,000 times writing assignment is due immediately when she gets back to school from her suspension. “Anything not done on time gets doubled,” I warn her, “Anything not done in another week after that gets doubled again and you go on toilet suspension.” “I thought I was already on toilet suspension,” she says. “You’ll be on toilet suspension even longer,” I explain, “We’ll just keep adding time to it until you get the writing done – It’ll seem like forever before you get your toilet privileges back.”
In closing, I cannot help but notice the sudden smug look on the senior’s face. It’s no doubt related to the fact that she’s a senior and there’s only a few weeks of school left. Though, it will no doubt be unpleasant to spend the last few weeks of her senior year on toilet suspension, it won’t be anything close to the 2 months that she’s been sentenced to. “I’d wipe that smug smile off my face right now, young lady,” I tell her, “In case you’re wondering how we’re going to enforce that whole 2 months on you, I’ve had a look at your attendance record.” “It seems you’ve been absent a whole lot this year,” I explain, “So much so that you’ve already lost credit in all your classes.” She looks at me quite puzzled – she obviously isn’t the brightest of girls. “It appears that you’re going to back with us next year to repeat your senior year,” I explain, “And whatever toilet suspension you don’t serve this year, you’ll serve at the start of next year.” The smug smile is now mine instead of Lyndsey’s.
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