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Here's a little something to tide you lot over until some of my naughtier stories are done!
---Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
Welcome to the latest session of the secondary branch of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee, or TVPC. As regular readers know, this version of the TVPC is held after school in Room 210. This branch of the TVPC was founded specifically to investigate and punish the toilet infractions of the male student populace, but as the main branch has so much to deal with, we have taken on some of the female student body as well.
Before we get into today's session, two final bits of business from last year's session need to be addressed:
The senior prank that occured before the summer break was aimed directly at the TVPC: at the end of the school day, the majority of the senior class gathered in the area of the faculty parking lot that could be clearly seen from the windows of the TVPC chambers. At precisely 2:45, all of them "mooned" the TVPC, which was just setting up for the day's session. As if that wasn't bad enough, all of them--male and female--had on heavily soiled underpants with prominent buldges in the seat! Each one of them was ordered to return to school the following day to attend a TVPC Punishment session.
"This is bullshit," Veruca Salt, a pretty blonde, snarled rather loudly as she and the other seniors filed into the TVPC room the following day. "We are so fucking done with this school...you don't have any authority over us anymore!"
"You haven't graduated yet," I corrected her. "And if you continue with your rude little remarks, I'll see to it that you attend a week of summer classes before you're allowed to do so."
"You wouldn't--!" Veruca gasped.
"If you go on the way you have been, I most certainly will!" I replied. "No further outbursts, please!"
"MR Jagganath, this is SO not fair!" Mary Grace, a buxom brunette, whined.
"None of us really messed ourselves--we just mixed some oatmeal with food coloring in Home Economics and stuffed it into our underwear!" burly young Ted Baxter said.
"Is this true?" I asked. The seniors nodded as one.
"Be that as it may, you lot showed a great deal of disrespect for the TVPC!" David Owens, a memmber of the TVPC, said.
"It was just a fuckin' prank!" Veruca snapped. "Get over it!"
"You were warned, young lady!" I calmly replied. "One week of summer school for you."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Veruca fumed. "You can't make me do that shit!"
"If you want your diploma, you most definitely will." I said. "And now you have two weeks."
"FUCK!" Veruca roared. She surely would have spewed a continuous stream of invectives had her friends not clapped their hands over her foul little mouth."
"THREE weeks." I said. "Do you wish to try for four?"
Veruca silently shook her head, barely able to contain her rage.
The TVPC took a few minutes to decide the fate of the rest of the senior class. Eventually, it was decided that only the handful of seniors who hadn't participated in the prank would be allowed to attend the graduation ceremony; the rest would receive their diplomas after serving a day of detention. They were all noticeably upset, but they all abided by our verdict.
Next came the case of one Kevin Arnold, which was referred to us by our sister TVPC branch. Kevin was accused of taking his girlfriend Winnie Cooper home after she'd accidentally soiled herself. The young lady changed her panties, got herself cleaned up, and returned to school, all in hopes of avoiding being brought before the TVPC. Unfortunately for the two young lovers, they were STILL brought to the TVPC, thanks to the suspscions of our Mrs. Bliss, and were quickly found out. Winnie was given a writing punishment, a week of detention spent sat on the toilet, and she was made to wash out her dirty panties in the girls room.
When Kevin came before us, we apologized profusely for what he'd done.
"We understand why you did it," I replied. "You love Ms. Cooper, and you didn't want her to get in trouble for soiling herself."
"Yes, sir." Kevin replied.
Since this was Kevin's first offense, we decided to be lenient. He had to write 500 times, "I will not try to deceive the TVPC." Additionally, he was sentenced to a week of erasing blackboards in both TVPC chambers after the other students on punishment had completed their writing assignments.
The following sessions all occured on September 8th, during the second week of school. The first case that day involved one Debbie Harris, a blonde sophomore. She was accused of smoking in the second floor girls room. The witness was one of her fellow students, one Charlotte "Charlie" Pollard.
"I went into the second floor women's restroom to do a poo," Charlie, a brunette sophomore, said as she adressed the TVPC. "The second I sat down, I smelled smoke. I--uh--stood up on the toilet seat and looked down into the stall next to mine. I saw Deb sitting on the edge of the toilet and smoking...she wasn't usin' it or nothin'!"
"Is this true, Ms. Harris?" Ms. Germanotta, a member of the TVPC asked.
"Yeah." Debbie sighed. "It's been a hard day--I needed a smoke break!"
"You know that smoking isn't allowed," I replied.
"You don't understand,"Debbie sniffed. "This day sucks! I broke up with my girlfriend, I got an "F" on my Advanced Calculus exam, AND I got my period!"
"Well, I'm sorry, Debbie, but that's no excuse to waste valuable toilet time smoking." I said. "Nevertheless, as this is your first offense, we've decided to go easy on you." Debbie was sentenced to a day in detention and writing "I will not smoke in the ladies' room" 500 times. "If you are caught in the act again, the punishment will be far worse."
"Yes, sir." Debbie dejectedly replied.
"Smoking is not the way to deal with your problems," I said in conclusion. "Therefore, I am recommending that you speak with our school counselor, Ms. Swan. If you do this, your detention time will be reduced to thirty minutes. Is it a deal?"
"Deal." Debbie replied with a weak smile before leaving the TVPC room.
The next case involved one Rich Baker. He was caught for the third time urinating on the bathroom floor instead of going in the urinal by one of the school's bathroom monitors.
"I just have REALLY lousy aim," Rich muttered apologetically.
"So it seems!" I sighed. "Our bathroom monitor told us that he saw you urinating directly onto the floor, that you weren't even aiming for the urinal--is this true?"
"Yeah." the boy sighed. "There's a drain in the middle of the floor and I like to--um--go in it instead of the urinal."
"Why on earth would you do that?" Mr. Mack, a member of the TVPC, asked.
"It--uh--excites me," Rich replied.
I stifled the eruption of laughter that rippled through the courtroom with several bangs of my gavel. "Let me get this straight--you urinate in the floor drain because it gives you a sexual thrill?"
"Yes." Rich turned beet red as the admission left his lips.
I removed my glasses and rubbed my eyes. "Right. You are sentenced to one week of toilet detention, to be served during your study period. in case you do not know what that is, you must spend thirty minutes sat on a toilet with the stall doors open. Maybe then you will learn the proper usage of a toilet. Futhermore, you will spend that selfsame week cleaning the men's room you defiled afterschool. If you are caught doing this again, you will be put on toilet suspension and not be allowed inside any school bathroom for a week. Are we clear?"
"Yes, sir." Rich replied.
The next case involved Nate Grey and Madelyne Pryor. One of the school's security guards, Officer Fife, caught the two of them "making out" in the gynasium when both of them were supposed to be in the restroom; each of them had gotten a hall pass from their teachers for that purpose.
"They were both in their underwear and writhin' around on the floor!" Officer Fife said. "If I hadn't come in when I did, I'm sure they would have--"
"That's enough, Officer Fife." I said. "Nate, Madelyne, is this true?"
"I'm sorry, sir," Nate said with a flash in his eye. "We just couldn't help it!"
"We just can't keep our hands off each other!" Madelyne, a pretty redhead, grinned.
"You'd best try," I sternly replied. "It is incredibly selfish of you to monopolize the bathroom passes just so that you can "hook up." What if someone seriously needed to go to the restroom and couldn't?"
"Excuse me, MR Jagganath." Ms. Van Dyne, Nate's Calculus teacher, addressed the TVPC. "Suzie Steckler wet herself while waiting for Nathan to bring the pass back."
"Molly Crenshaw also wet her pants whilst waiting on Madelyne to return with the hall pass," Ms. King, Madelyne's World Literature teacher, said.
"Well then." I said. "For the rest of the week, both of you will spend an hour sitting on the toilet so that you will learn what you should be doing when you ask to go to the restroom. Futhermore, both of you will write 300 lines apiece 'I will not misuse my bathroom privileges.' Futhermore, you will each write a 1,000 word apology to Suzie and Molly for causing them to wet themselves. I should warn you," I said in conclusion, "Should either of you be caught doing anything like this again, you will be in serious trouble--am I clear?"
"Yes, sir." Nate and Madelyne said in unison.
All day long, the school was saturated with a foul odor emanating from the vents which air conditioned the school. After a thorough search, the school's head maintainence technician, Willie, found a heavily soiled adult diaper stuffed into one of the main air ducts that channeled the school's cooling system. That duct could only be accessed by a vent in the second floor girl's room, so finding the perpetrator wasn't that difficult. According to the surveillance camera on that floor, only a handful of girls had used that girl's room during the school day. All the girls were duly questioned; all of them pleaded "not guilty," of course.
"I'm pretty sure I know who the guilty party is," Ms. Spelman, one of our teachers, said. "Clarissa Darling was in my class, and she's been pretty flatulent all day."
"No I wasn't!" Clarissa, a blonde junior, protested.
"Yes, you were!" Ms. Spelman insisted.
"Fine." Clarissa blushed. "I admit it--I was a little gassy, but that doesn't mean I had on a diaper!"
"Whether or not you were wearing a diaper is not the issue here," I said. "Several students on toilet suspension often wear diapers so as to not mess their underwear. The issue here is stashing the dirty diaper in the vents instead of disposing of it properly."
"I didn't..." Clarissa paused and hung her head.
"Lying is only going to make it worse for you, Ms. Darling," I said.
"Alright--I did it. I stashed the dirty diaper in the vent," Clarissa replied, dangerously close to tears.
"Would you care to tell us why?" I asked.
Clarissa took a deep breath before she explained it all. "I've--ah--been having "the runs" for a few days now...stomach flu, I guess. I got tired of running back and forth to the bathroom, so I just started wearing a diaper. After every class, I put on a new one. Well, I went into the second floor girls room, cleaned myself up, and put on a new diaper. Before I could throw the dirty diaper in the trash, a group of girls came in. I didn't want them to see me with the diaper, so I hid it in the vent."
"I'm very disappointed in you, Clarissa." I sighed as I shook my head. Clarissa had a spotless toilet record, only receiving a minor punishment for wetting herself whilst running to the toilets at the start of the school year. Therefore, we gave her a relatively light sentence. "Ms. Darling, you will serve a week of detention afterschool, and I want you to write 500 lines of 'I will not stuff soiled diapers into ventilation shafts.' I also want you to write a 1,000 word essay about why it is necessary to properly dispose of used diapers."
"When I get done with all that writing, my hand's gonna fall off!" Clarissa said to no-one in particular; in fact, she'd turned her head aside as if she was adressing some invisible audience only she could see.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Nothing, nothing!" Clarissa replied as she hurriedly headed for the door.
"One last thing," I called out, stopping the girl in her tracks.
"Yes?" she asked without turning around.
"Are you any relation to Ms. Spleman?" I asked. "The two of you look exactly alike! As a matter of fact, there is another student at this school named Sabrina Spelman who looks just like both of you!"
Clarissa looked at Ms. Spelman as if seeing her for the first time. "Holy crap!"
"You mean to say you've never noticed?" I asked.
"Nope!" Clarissa gasped, and then said to her "audience," "It's like looking into a mirror!"
Ms. Spelman merely shrugged. "We're probably all distant cousins," she said rather evasively. Honestly, it always seems as if that woman is hiding something, and strange things always happen whenever she's around.
As we had other cases to get to that day, I merely shrugged and sent them on their way.
The final case of the day was one of those rare instances when students come before the TVPC to see if they can get their sentences reduced or canceled completely. The students in question were Corey Matthews and Shawn Hunter. The two boys had been repeatedly been seen coming out of the first floor women's room. The first time, they did it on a dare from Corey's girlfriend Topanga, a girl who is well know to regular readers of these TVPC sessions. In the second instance, the boys followed Topanga into that selfsame bathroom during a particularly heated argument. The final time, the boys went in again after waiting in an incredibly long line at the adjacent men's room. For the first offense, the boys and Topanga were given writing assignments. The second time, all three of them received a week of cleaning all the women's rooms in the school. At the third offense, the TVPC resorted to a drastic, seldom used punishment: Corey and Shawn were to spend one month using the first floor women's room; all of the men's restrooms were off limits to them. This sentence requires them to use the toilets as women do, even if all they have to do is urinate, whilst leaving the stall doors open. After the sentence was nearly complete, the boys came before the TVPC to beg for leniency.
"Mr. Jagganath, sir--we can't take much more of this!" Shawn said as he approached the TVPC members.
"The girls keep laughing at us and throwing sanitary napkins and tampons at us while we're trying to go!" Corey whined. "The bathroom monitor doesn't do anything but laugh--she IS a girl, after all! She loves seeing us humiliated like this!"
"If you give us the names of the girls in question, we will see to it that they get punished," I said, "but the punishment stands."
"Please...some of those tampons are USED!" Corey pleaded. "One of them actually took it out of herself before she threw it!" The audience watching erupted with laughter, which I quickly silenced with my gavel.
"Save it, Corey--they had their minds made up even before we came through the door." Shawn sighed. "We only have two more weeks to go."
"Then why did we even bother with this shit?" Corey snarled. "I'm sick of having blood soaked feminine hygiene products thrown at me while I'm tryin' to take a leak!"
"Mind your language, please, Mr. Matthews!" I said as I banged my gavel. "I suppose we will have to assign another monitor to accompany you to the bathroom; the one who allowed your mistreatment will be severely reprimanded."
"Is that all?" Corey asked. "What about those mean girls?"
"The new bathroom monitor will report any impropriety to us immediately," I replied. "If things don't improve, you will be allowed to use the toilets with the stall doors closed."
Before Corey could go into a full-on rant, Shawn and Topanga grabbed him by the arms and drug him from the room.
And with that, the session ended. Meeting adjorned at 4:45PM
---Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
Welcome to the latest session of the secondary branch of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee, or TVPC. As regular readers know, this version of the TVPC is held after school in Room 210. This branch of the TVPC was founded specifically to investigate and punish the toilet infractions of the male student populace, but as the main branch has so much to deal with, we have taken on some of the female student body as well.
Before we get into today's session, two final bits of business from last year's session need to be addressed:
The senior prank that occured before the summer break was aimed directly at the TVPC: at the end of the school day, the majority of the senior class gathered in the area of the faculty parking lot that could be clearly seen from the windows of the TVPC chambers. At precisely 2:45, all of them "mooned" the TVPC, which was just setting up for the day's session. As if that wasn't bad enough, all of them--male and female--had on heavily soiled underpants with prominent buldges in the seat! Each one of them was ordered to return to school the following day to attend a TVPC Punishment session.
"This is bullshit," Veruca Salt, a pretty blonde, snarled rather loudly as she and the other seniors filed into the TVPC room the following day. "We are so fucking done with this school...you don't have any authority over us anymore!"
"You haven't graduated yet," I corrected her. "And if you continue with your rude little remarks, I'll see to it that you attend a week of summer classes before you're allowed to do so."
"You wouldn't--!" Veruca gasped.
"If you go on the way you have been, I most certainly will!" I replied. "No further outbursts, please!"
"MR Jagganath, this is SO not fair!" Mary Grace, a buxom brunette, whined.
"None of us really messed ourselves--we just mixed some oatmeal with food coloring in Home Economics and stuffed it into our underwear!" burly young Ted Baxter said.
"Is this true?" I asked. The seniors nodded as one.
"Be that as it may, you lot showed a great deal of disrespect for the TVPC!" David Owens, a memmber of the TVPC, said.
"It was just a fuckin' prank!" Veruca snapped. "Get over it!"
"You were warned, young lady!" I calmly replied. "One week of summer school for you."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Veruca fumed. "You can't make me do that shit!"
"If you want your diploma, you most definitely will." I said. "And now you have two weeks."
"FUCK!" Veruca roared. She surely would have spewed a continuous stream of invectives had her friends not clapped their hands over her foul little mouth."
"THREE weeks." I said. "Do you wish to try for four?"
Veruca silently shook her head, barely able to contain her rage.
The TVPC took a few minutes to decide the fate of the rest of the senior class. Eventually, it was decided that only the handful of seniors who hadn't participated in the prank would be allowed to attend the graduation ceremony; the rest would receive their diplomas after serving a day of detention. They were all noticeably upset, but they all abided by our verdict.
Next came the case of one Kevin Arnold, which was referred to us by our sister TVPC branch. Kevin was accused of taking his girlfriend Winnie Cooper home after she'd accidentally soiled herself. The young lady changed her panties, got herself cleaned up, and returned to school, all in hopes of avoiding being brought before the TVPC. Unfortunately for the two young lovers, they were STILL brought to the TVPC, thanks to the suspscions of our Mrs. Bliss, and were quickly found out. Winnie was given a writing punishment, a week of detention spent sat on the toilet, and she was made to wash out her dirty panties in the girls room.
When Kevin came before us, we apologized profusely for what he'd done.
"We understand why you did it," I replied. "You love Ms. Cooper, and you didn't want her to get in trouble for soiling herself."
"Yes, sir." Kevin replied.
Since this was Kevin's first offense, we decided to be lenient. He had to write 500 times, "I will not try to deceive the TVPC." Additionally, he was sentenced to a week of erasing blackboards in both TVPC chambers after the other students on punishment had completed their writing assignments.
The following sessions all occured on September 8th, during the second week of school. The first case that day involved one Debbie Harris, a blonde sophomore. She was accused of smoking in the second floor girls room. The witness was one of her fellow students, one Charlotte "Charlie" Pollard.
"I went into the second floor women's restroom to do a poo," Charlie, a brunette sophomore, said as she adressed the TVPC. "The second I sat down, I smelled smoke. I--uh--stood up on the toilet seat and looked down into the stall next to mine. I saw Deb sitting on the edge of the toilet and smoking...she wasn't usin' it or nothin'!"
"Is this true, Ms. Harris?" Ms. Germanotta, a member of the TVPC asked.
"Yeah." Debbie sighed. "It's been a hard day--I needed a smoke break!"
"You know that smoking isn't allowed," I replied.
"You don't understand,"Debbie sniffed. "This day sucks! I broke up with my girlfriend, I got an "F" on my Advanced Calculus exam, AND I got my period!"
"Well, I'm sorry, Debbie, but that's no excuse to waste valuable toilet time smoking." I said. "Nevertheless, as this is your first offense, we've decided to go easy on you." Debbie was sentenced to a day in detention and writing "I will not smoke in the ladies' room" 500 times. "If you are caught in the act again, the punishment will be far worse."
"Yes, sir." Debbie dejectedly replied.
"Smoking is not the way to deal with your problems," I said in conclusion. "Therefore, I am recommending that you speak with our school counselor, Ms. Swan. If you do this, your detention time will be reduced to thirty minutes. Is it a deal?"
"Deal." Debbie replied with a weak smile before leaving the TVPC room.
The next case involved one Rich Baker. He was caught for the third time urinating on the bathroom floor instead of going in the urinal by one of the school's bathroom monitors.
"I just have REALLY lousy aim," Rich muttered apologetically.
"So it seems!" I sighed. "Our bathroom monitor told us that he saw you urinating directly onto the floor, that you weren't even aiming for the urinal--is this true?"
"Yeah." the boy sighed. "There's a drain in the middle of the floor and I like to--um--go in it instead of the urinal."
"Why on earth would you do that?" Mr. Mack, a member of the TVPC, asked.
"It--uh--excites me," Rich replied.
I stifled the eruption of laughter that rippled through the courtroom with several bangs of my gavel. "Let me get this straight--you urinate in the floor drain because it gives you a sexual thrill?"
"Yes." Rich turned beet red as the admission left his lips.
I removed my glasses and rubbed my eyes. "Right. You are sentenced to one week of toilet detention, to be served during your study period. in case you do not know what that is, you must spend thirty minutes sat on a toilet with the stall doors open. Maybe then you will learn the proper usage of a toilet. Futhermore, you will spend that selfsame week cleaning the men's room you defiled afterschool. If you are caught doing this again, you will be put on toilet suspension and not be allowed inside any school bathroom for a week. Are we clear?"
"Yes, sir." Rich replied.
The next case involved Nate Grey and Madelyne Pryor. One of the school's security guards, Officer Fife, caught the two of them "making out" in the gynasium when both of them were supposed to be in the restroom; each of them had gotten a hall pass from their teachers for that purpose.
"They were both in their underwear and writhin' around on the floor!" Officer Fife said. "If I hadn't come in when I did, I'm sure they would have--"
"That's enough, Officer Fife." I said. "Nate, Madelyne, is this true?"
"I'm sorry, sir," Nate said with a flash in his eye. "We just couldn't help it!"
"We just can't keep our hands off each other!" Madelyne, a pretty redhead, grinned.
"You'd best try," I sternly replied. "It is incredibly selfish of you to monopolize the bathroom passes just so that you can "hook up." What if someone seriously needed to go to the restroom and couldn't?"
"Excuse me, MR Jagganath." Ms. Van Dyne, Nate's Calculus teacher, addressed the TVPC. "Suzie Steckler wet herself while waiting for Nathan to bring the pass back."
"Molly Crenshaw also wet her pants whilst waiting on Madelyne to return with the hall pass," Ms. King, Madelyne's World Literature teacher, said.
"Well then." I said. "For the rest of the week, both of you will spend an hour sitting on the toilet so that you will learn what you should be doing when you ask to go to the restroom. Futhermore, both of you will write 300 lines apiece 'I will not misuse my bathroom privileges.' Futhermore, you will each write a 1,000 word apology to Suzie and Molly for causing them to wet themselves. I should warn you," I said in conclusion, "Should either of you be caught doing anything like this again, you will be in serious trouble--am I clear?"
"Yes, sir." Nate and Madelyne said in unison.
All day long, the school was saturated with a foul odor emanating from the vents which air conditioned the school. After a thorough search, the school's head maintainence technician, Willie, found a heavily soiled adult diaper stuffed into one of the main air ducts that channeled the school's cooling system. That duct could only be accessed by a vent in the second floor girl's room, so finding the perpetrator wasn't that difficult. According to the surveillance camera on that floor, only a handful of girls had used that girl's room during the school day. All the girls were duly questioned; all of them pleaded "not guilty," of course.
"I'm pretty sure I know who the guilty party is," Ms. Spelman, one of our teachers, said. "Clarissa Darling was in my class, and she's been pretty flatulent all day."
"No I wasn't!" Clarissa, a blonde junior, protested.
"Yes, you were!" Ms. Spelman insisted.
"Fine." Clarissa blushed. "I admit it--I was a little gassy, but that doesn't mean I had on a diaper!"
"Whether or not you were wearing a diaper is not the issue here," I said. "Several students on toilet suspension often wear diapers so as to not mess their underwear. The issue here is stashing the dirty diaper in the vents instead of disposing of it properly."
"I didn't..." Clarissa paused and hung her head.
"Lying is only going to make it worse for you, Ms. Darling," I said.
"Alright--I did it. I stashed the dirty diaper in the vent," Clarissa replied, dangerously close to tears.
"Would you care to tell us why?" I asked.
Clarissa took a deep breath before she explained it all. "I've--ah--been having "the runs" for a few days now...stomach flu, I guess. I got tired of running back and forth to the bathroom, so I just started wearing a diaper. After every class, I put on a new one. Well, I went into the second floor girls room, cleaned myself up, and put on a new diaper. Before I could throw the dirty diaper in the trash, a group of girls came in. I didn't want them to see me with the diaper, so I hid it in the vent."
"I'm very disappointed in you, Clarissa." I sighed as I shook my head. Clarissa had a spotless toilet record, only receiving a minor punishment for wetting herself whilst running to the toilets at the start of the school year. Therefore, we gave her a relatively light sentence. "Ms. Darling, you will serve a week of detention afterschool, and I want you to write 500 lines of 'I will not stuff soiled diapers into ventilation shafts.' I also want you to write a 1,000 word essay about why it is necessary to properly dispose of used diapers."
"When I get done with all that writing, my hand's gonna fall off!" Clarissa said to no-one in particular; in fact, she'd turned her head aside as if she was adressing some invisible audience only she could see.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Nothing, nothing!" Clarissa replied as she hurriedly headed for the door.
"One last thing," I called out, stopping the girl in her tracks.
"Yes?" she asked without turning around.
"Are you any relation to Ms. Spleman?" I asked. "The two of you look exactly alike! As a matter of fact, there is another student at this school named Sabrina Spelman who looks just like both of you!"
Clarissa looked at Ms. Spelman as if seeing her for the first time. "Holy crap!"
"You mean to say you've never noticed?" I asked.
"Nope!" Clarissa gasped, and then said to her "audience," "It's like looking into a mirror!"
Ms. Spelman merely shrugged. "We're probably all distant cousins," she said rather evasively. Honestly, it always seems as if that woman is hiding something, and strange things always happen whenever she's around.
As we had other cases to get to that day, I merely shrugged and sent them on their way.
The final case of the day was one of those rare instances when students come before the TVPC to see if they can get their sentences reduced or canceled completely. The students in question were Corey Matthews and Shawn Hunter. The two boys had been repeatedly been seen coming out of the first floor women's room. The first time, they did it on a dare from Corey's girlfriend Topanga, a girl who is well know to regular readers of these TVPC sessions. In the second instance, the boys followed Topanga into that selfsame bathroom during a particularly heated argument. The final time, the boys went in again after waiting in an incredibly long line at the adjacent men's room. For the first offense, the boys and Topanga were given writing assignments. The second time, all three of them received a week of cleaning all the women's rooms in the school. At the third offense, the TVPC resorted to a drastic, seldom used punishment: Corey and Shawn were to spend one month using the first floor women's room; all of the men's restrooms were off limits to them. This sentence requires them to use the toilets as women do, even if all they have to do is urinate, whilst leaving the stall doors open. After the sentence was nearly complete, the boys came before the TVPC to beg for leniency.
"Mr. Jagganath, sir--we can't take much more of this!" Shawn said as he approached the TVPC members.
"The girls keep laughing at us and throwing sanitary napkins and tampons at us while we're trying to go!" Corey whined. "The bathroom monitor doesn't do anything but laugh--she IS a girl, after all! She loves seeing us humiliated like this!"
"If you give us the names of the girls in question, we will see to it that they get punished," I said, "but the punishment stands."
"Please...some of those tampons are USED!" Corey pleaded. "One of them actually took it out of herself before she threw it!" The audience watching erupted with laughter, which I quickly silenced with my gavel.
"Save it, Corey--they had their minds made up even before we came through the door." Shawn sighed. "We only have two more weeks to go."
"Then why did we even bother with this shit?" Corey snarled. "I'm sick of having blood soaked feminine hygiene products thrown at me while I'm tryin' to take a leak!"
"Mind your language, please, Mr. Matthews!" I said as I banged my gavel. "I suppose we will have to assign another monitor to accompany you to the bathroom; the one who allowed your mistreatment will be severely reprimanded."
"Is that all?" Corey asked. "What about those mean girls?"
"The new bathroom monitor will report any impropriety to us immediately," I replied. "If things don't improve, you will be allowed to use the toilets with the stall doors closed."
Before Corey could go into a full-on rant, Shawn and Topanga grabbed him by the arms and drug him from the room.
And with that, the session ended. Meeting adjorned at 4:45PM
I now know school is back in session because the TVPC is back. Thanks.
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