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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 October 20, 2011.
We begin this afternoon’s session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) with a visit from Mr. Hornman, Director of the School Band. He brings us good news of last night’s stellar band performance at the Battle of the Bands over at nearby Weemawee High School. Unfortunately, he also brings us news of 2 toilet violations among the girls in the band – 1 accident case and 1 other toilet violation. “All things considered, it wasn’t that bad,” Mr. Hornman reports, “Given that they only had port-o-pottys there for us to use, I’d have expected more problems than we had.”
Dealing with the accident case first, we have Laurie, a cute and friendly freshman with braces. With her head bowed in shame, the poor girl pleads “Guilty” and admits that she simply didn’t want to go “poops” in the port-o-potty. “I’m not saying this as an excuse or anything because I know it’s not an excuse and it’s my fault,” she says, “But I really thought that I could hold it in until we got back to our school.” “I know that I shouldn’t have been holding it in like I was,” she continues, “But I really didn’t want to be doing poops in those portable things.” “I did go pee in there, but I just really didn’t want to do poop,” she adds.
“I appreciate your honesty and taking responsibility for what you’ve done,” I tell her, “But you said it yourself – there’s really no excuse for what you did.” “You’re in high school now and you really should be able to tell when you can hold it in and when you really need to go to the bathroom NOW,” I lecture her, “And if you have any doubts whatsoever about holding it in, you really need to go use the toilet or whatever they have available there.” “I don’t think any of us particularly likes using a port-o-potty – especially for a bowel movement,” I tell her, “But sometimes you just have no choice but to use it.” “For you, this was obviously one of those times,” I add. “Yes sir,” she tells me contritely, “I’ll try to do better next time.”
Its’ her third accident offense of the school year – she’s previously soiled her panties in school during Algebra class and Earth Science class back in September – but this time it’s more serious. “When you are at a band performance with our school band you are representing the school,” I explain to her, “And when you have an accident while representing the school, it reflects badly on the whole school.” “And do you know what happens when one of your accidents reflects badly on the whole school?” I ask the well-spoken brunette. “I guess I have to get punished worse this time,” she answers. I nod my head “yes.”
She seems to be a nice girl and I want to be sympathetic to her plight. I understand about the port-o-potty situation and I’m impressed with her attitude in not making excuses and her taking responsibility for what she did. But I’m told that this was a major bowel movement mess that this girl did and it was, of course, while representing the school as a member of our school band. Even with the band uniform pants that fit pretty loosely, it was readily apparent that Laurie had a load in her pants. Accordingly, I sentence her to write 500 times “I will not soil my panties in school or at band events while representing the school again.” She also must serve a week of detention, and a week of 3rd period study hall sitting on the toilet in the girls’ room near the gym (that’s also the girls’ room nearest the band room).
“Sir, may I ask a question, sir,” she asks. “Yes, you may,” I tell her. “It didn’t really happen at the band competition, sir,” she tells us, “I was able to hold it in while we were performing and for a while after that.” “I didn’t actually go in my panties until the bus ride home,” she explains, “In fact, I really almost made it back here to the girls’ room.” “Do I really still have to get punished so bad for representing the school?” she asks, “It only happened on the bus AFTER the performance and nobody from any of the other schools knew that I did it.”
“Unfortunately you do,” I explain to her. “You were representing the school from the moment you go on that bus to go to Weemawee HS to the moment you left our own school property when you got back,” I point out, “So your accident on the bus does mean that you get the more severe punishment.” “You really do need to be on your best behavior toilet-wise when you’re performing with the band,” I add.
The other case from last night involves Lisa, a very pretty senior saxophone player. She is quite puzzled as to why she’s been brought before the TVPC and I don’t blame her. Her Violation Report, filed by Mr. Hornman, accuses her of “Failure to Use the Bathroom at a Band Performance.” Its one thing if her failure to use the bathroom had caused her to have an accident. But obviously that isn’t the case. So, I’m really wondering what this case is about. Of course, I ask Mr. Hornman to explain.
“This all goes back to last year when we were having all kinds of problems with the girls in the band going in their pants,” our Band Director explains, “If you recall, it was so bad that the TVPC directed me to implement a “Toiletting Improvement Plan” for the girls in the band.” “I do recall that, Mr. Hornman,” I tell him, “And I must say that your plan has been a big success.” Thanking me for the compliment, he goes on to explain that part of his plan entails that any girl who has ever had an accident (of either variety) at any band function at any time in her high school career, is automatically required to use the toilet at any band function after that. “Lisa messed in her panties at the football game against Walnut Heights last year,” Mr. Hornman reminds me, “So this policy of a mandatory toilet visit does apply to her.”
“She didn’t go to the bathroom at the band performance last night,” chimes in Mrs. Duncan, the Assistant Band Director, “She didn’t use those port-o-pottys once the whole night.” “What’s more is that she had a real emergency on the bus ride home last night and by that, I mean both ways,” she continues, “No sooner had we pulled into the parking lot when Lisa made a bee-line for the girls’ room and really went once she got there.” “I went in there to check on here and even though it took me a little while to get there, she was still urinating,” the Assistant Band Director explains, “That was really a bladder-full that she was letting out last night and I could tell by the smell that that wasn’t the only thing she was doing in there.” I can tell that Lisa is chomping at the bit to answer that, so I turn to her and motion for her to begin.
“I didn’t have to go at the band festival last night,” Lisa argues in her defense. “I used the girls’ room here before getting on the bus LIKE I ALWAYS DO,” she explains, rather annoyed to be facing this charge, “I did it all in the toilet here at school – I really didn’t have any of it left to do in the port-o-potty at the festival.” “Should I NOT have gone before getting on the bus?” she asks sarcastically, “Should I have saved myself so that I could experience those port-o-pottys later?” Her sarcasm draws a warning from me to watch her tone. “I’m sorry, sir,” she says, “It’s just that I went before I got on the bus like we’re told to do and I just didn’t have to go later at the band festival.” “It’s not like I went in my pants – I just didn’t have to go,” she argues, “I don’t know what else I should have done.” “Why is Mr. Hornman is making this into a thing?” she asks.
“I’m making this into a thing because you have a requirement that you use the bathroom at band events and you didn’t do it last night,” he tells her, “You messed in your panties at a football game last year, and now you have to use the bathroom at every band event.” “AT EVERY BAND EVENT!” he points out in no uncertain terms. “That’s just ridiculous,” Lisa answers, “That was just ONE ACCIDENT – I made a stupid decision that night and I ended up with a mess in my panties.” “It’s not like I can’t be trusted to use the bathroom when I need to,” she argues, her frustration evident again, “I went in my panties one time – JUST ONE TIME – And now you’re treating me like I do it all the time.” “You already made me write 1,000 times for that one accident – ONE ACCIDENT!” she points out, “ONE THOUSAND TIMES just for going in my panties one time.” “You already punished me too much for that and now you’re trying to punish me again?” she asks, “How bad do I gotta keep getting punished for that?”
“You got the punishment you deserved for your mess at the Walnut Heights game last year,” I argue back to her, “The bathrooms there were very nice and you definitely knew that you had to go, but you were too lazy to walk over to the school to use them.” “And today’s case is about your having a requirement to use the bathroom at the band festival and again being too lazy to do it,” I clarify for her. “But I didn’t have to go!!” she argues again, even more vehemently than before, “How am I supposed to go to the bathroom when I didn’t have to go?”
“But you did have to go,” Mrs. Duncan tells Lisa, “You know very well that you had an emergency coming home on the bus last night and you know that it was both ways.” “You don’t think that I saw you making a bee-line for the girls’ room as soon as we got back last night,” she continues, “And you don’t think I know that you were really urinating a lot once you got there and that that wasn’t the only thing you did in the toilet.” “I had to go to the bathroom so I went,” Lisa argues back, raising her voice a bit, “And yes, I went both ways, but neither was an emergency or anything like that.” “I went to the bathroom when I needed to go to the bathroom and I didn’t go in my pants,” she argues, this time pounding her fist into the podium, “I did have to go by the time we got back but I didn’t have to go at the festival – How many times do I have to say that?”
She has more to say but I bang my gavel to stop her. I also warn her about pounding her first. Her comments are irrelevant to the matter at hand and it only seems a matter of time before she says something that will get her into more trouble. I’d hate to see that happen – especially over something that isn’t really that serious an offense. “No one is saying that you go in your pants all the time or can’t be trusted to go to the bathroom when you need to,” I inform her, sternly, “In fact, you school toilet record indicates the opposite – you obviously go in the toilet and hardly ever in your panties.” “But the only issue at hand now is that you have a requirement to use the bathroom at all band events and you didn’t meet that requirement last night,” I inform her and note for the record. “THAT’S IT!” I tell her sternly when she tries to speak again, “That is the ONLY ISSUE of any relevance here.” “Your punishment is to write, ‘I must remember to use the girls’ room when required to do so’ 250 times,” I tell her and announce for the record.
With that, Lisa pounds her fist into the podium once again. This time I can’t just ignore it. “You just got your punishment doubled to 500 times,” I tell her angrily, “And unless you want to try for 1,000 times, I suggest you end the histrionics.” “Go take a seat in the detention section and cool off,” I order her. At first, she just stands there at the podium with an angry look on her face. “Don’t for a minute think I won’t make it 1,000 times,” I warn her sternly, “You obviously didn’t like the 1,000 times that you had to write last year for messing in your panties and I don’t think you’ll like writing 1,000 times now.” With that she wisely leaves the podium and quietly takes a seat in the detention section in the back of the room.
The next item before the TVPC this afternoon is quite a serious matter. Today, we have the results of an on-going TVPC investigation of an incident that took place at Band Camp this past summer. Band Camp happens every summer and it’s when our school band goes away for a week to learn the routines for the upcoming school year. Since band camp is a school function, the toileting behavior of the girls in the band comes under TVPC jurisdiction. Usually on the first day of school, the TVPC deals with the toilet violations from that summer’s band camp. Last year, however, there were so many toilet violations at band camp that we had to do a special session just to deal with those cases. This year was only a little bit better and accordingly, we had to have another special session.
One such toilet offender that faced the TVPC in that special “band camp session” was a shy, gawky sophomore with glasses and braces named Connie. The poor girl had a really rough time of it at band camp with not 1, not 2, but 3 panty-soiling accidents. She has, of course, since completed her punishment for those accidents and also her punishment for sneaking into and using a faculty restroom back during the second week of school. It has indeed been a rough time for the sweet, but painfully shy sophomore, but apparently it’s going to get even worse for her today.
The aforementioned TVPC investigation that draws to a close today relates to a pair of messy panties that were hidden under one of the cabins at band camp. Obviously, some girl messed in her panties and tried to escape punishment by hiding them under there. She might well have succeeded in hiding them had not a dog sniffed out the messy panties and dragged them out from under the cabin for all to see. Since then we have been searching for the guilty party and apparently we have found her in the person of Connie.
The poor girl is already crying as she takes the podium – she is a smart girl and she probably knows how much trouble she is in. “Another accident at band camp?” I question her. “That makes 4 messy panties in just 1 week at band camp,” I remind her, “Did you even use the toilet there at all or were you just holding it in every day and going in your panties for the entire week?” “I went at night,” Connie explains through her tears, “I tried to wait and go #2 at night when everyone else was sleeping.” “The bathrooms at band camp were really bad – they were like all broken down and stuff,” she explains, “They didn’t really have a lot of privacy when other girls were in there with you.” “I like my privacy when I gotta go #2,” she continues, “It wasn’t so bad at night when I could be alone in there, but I just couldn’t stand going #2 in there in front of the other girls.” “You didn’t have to do it in front of other girls,” Mrs. Duncan, the Assistant Band Director, points out, a tinge of anger in her voice, “The bathrooms all had stalls with doors and those doors had locks on them for privacy.” “It may not have been the nicest bathroom you’ve ever seen, but it wasn’t bad at all,” she argues, “There just isn’t any excuse at all for just going in your panties like you did.” “One accident can happen sometimes but you messed in your panties FOUR TIMES!” she adds, “How can a girl your age just let that happen – There is no excuse for that.” “I just liked it better going at night for #2,” she reports, “I tried to hold it in until nighttime but sometimes I couldn’t hold it long enough and I messed in my panties.” “You messed in your panties more than sometimes,” I tell her, “I’m guessing you went in your panties more than you went in the toilet that week.” “Yes sir,” she tells me, looking down at the floor in shame, acknowledging that very shameful circumstance.
But that, of course, is the least of her problems now. “And you hid one of your messy panties under the cabin, didn’t you?” I ask her. She nods her head “yes.” She tells me that she messed in her panties one night in her cabin after dinner, but was able to hide the fact that she’d done it from the other girls in the cabin. “I almost made it until after lights out but not quite,” she explains, “But I was able to hold it in some and do some of it in the toilet but there was still a bunch of it in my panties.” “I had already been caught with messy panties 3 times,” she continues, “So I’m desperate not to get caught again – I was just desperate.” She tells us that after she did the rest in the toilet (after everyone else in the cabin was asleep), she managed to clean herself up with the toilet paper. “I was just desperate to get rid of my messy panties so I wouldn’t get caught,” she tells us again. “There was this gap in the stall between the wall and the floor,” she explains further, “So I just kicked my panties down through that hole and under the cabin.” “I’m just so sorry,” she tells us as she breaks down sobbing, “I just didn’t want to get caught again with messy panties.”
In addition to the punishment for hiding her soiled panties (a serious offense), I must also punish Connie for messing in them in them in the first place. It’s her 4th panty-soiling mess of the school year and for that I sentence her to write “I will not soil my panties at band camp or in school again” 500 times. But since I’m not about to sentence her to the usual week of toilet sitting detention (for obvious reasons), I decree that she write the 500 times on the blackboard in detention instead.
The worst, obviously, will be her punishment for hiding the soiled panties. “I think you already know that you’re going on toilet suspension for this,” I tell her, “But I’m afraid that in your case, the minimum sentence of 1 month is not going to be good enough.” “If you had just come forward when school started and admitted that the messy panties were yours, I would certainly have given you the minimum toilet suspension,” I point out, “But you made us conduct a full scale investigation and that cost us a lot of work.” “Therefore, I really have no choice but to give you the maximum,” I tell her, shaking my head, “You’ll do 2 full months on toilet suspension.” The poor girl is understandably shocked at the severity of her sentence. Through her tears, she begs me to reconsider and give her only the minimum. But I remain firm – she earned the maximum and she’s getting the maximum. Not only that but I also have to give her the mandatory punishment of writing “I will not hide my soiled panties in the girls’ room in school or at band camp again” 1,000 times and serving 2 weeks detention cleaning bathrooms. I also direct that a TVPC staffer get those soiled panties from the evidence locker and give them back to their rightful owner. “You’ll wear those panties to school tomorrow,” I tell her, “Good luck cleaning out that mess after its all hard and crusty sitting in those panties for close to 2 months now.”
But just as I’m about to dismiss her, the Assistant Band Director has one more matter to bring up. “I’m afraid that Connie also lied during our investigation,” she tells us. “Naturally, Connie was the first person we suspected when we first found the messy panties – What with the 3 she had already done,” Mrs. Duncan tells us, “But she vehemently denied that those panties were hers.” “She was a better liar than you’d think,” the Assistant Band Director continues, “She convinced us that it wasn’t her and we spent a lot of time investigating other girls before we finally came back to her.” “Connie, I’m afraid that going to be another 500 times to write,” I tell her and announce for the record, “And it’s also going to be another week in detention – this time in the committee room standing in the corner with a sign on your back.” The sentence she has to write is “I will not lie to the Toilet Violation Punishment Committee or to its investigators again” and the sign on her back will say “I lied to the TVPC.”
All I can do is shake my head at this poor girl’s fate. “You really did manage to get yourself into a lot more trouble,” I tell her, shaking my head again, “You just should have come forward and admitted that you messed in your panties again.”
My name is Arnold Ziffel and I’m chairman of the TVPC. What follows are the summary minutes of the TVPC meeting of October 20, 2011.
We begin this afternoon’s session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) with a visit from Mr. Hornman, Director of the School Band. He brings us good news of last night’s stellar band performance at the Battle of the Bands over at nearby Weemawee High School. Unfortunately, he also brings us news of 2 toilet violations among the girls in the band – 1 accident case and 1 other toilet violation. “All things considered, it wasn’t that bad,” Mr. Hornman reports, “Given that they only had port-o-pottys there for us to use, I’d have expected more problems than we had.”
Dealing with the accident case first, we have Laurie, a cute and friendly freshman with braces. With her head bowed in shame, the poor girl pleads “Guilty” and admits that she simply didn’t want to go “poops” in the port-o-potty. “I’m not saying this as an excuse or anything because I know it’s not an excuse and it’s my fault,” she says, “But I really thought that I could hold it in until we got back to our school.” “I know that I shouldn’t have been holding it in like I was,” she continues, “But I really didn’t want to be doing poops in those portable things.” “I did go pee in there, but I just really didn’t want to do poop,” she adds.
“I appreciate your honesty and taking responsibility for what you’ve done,” I tell her, “But you said it yourself – there’s really no excuse for what you did.” “You’re in high school now and you really should be able to tell when you can hold it in and when you really need to go to the bathroom NOW,” I lecture her, “And if you have any doubts whatsoever about holding it in, you really need to go use the toilet or whatever they have available there.” “I don’t think any of us particularly likes using a port-o-potty – especially for a bowel movement,” I tell her, “But sometimes you just have no choice but to use it.” “For you, this was obviously one of those times,” I add. “Yes sir,” she tells me contritely, “I’ll try to do better next time.”
Its’ her third accident offense of the school year – she’s previously soiled her panties in school during Algebra class and Earth Science class back in September – but this time it’s more serious. “When you are at a band performance with our school band you are representing the school,” I explain to her, “And when you have an accident while representing the school, it reflects badly on the whole school.” “And do you know what happens when one of your accidents reflects badly on the whole school?” I ask the well-spoken brunette. “I guess I have to get punished worse this time,” she answers. I nod my head “yes.”
She seems to be a nice girl and I want to be sympathetic to her plight. I understand about the port-o-potty situation and I’m impressed with her attitude in not making excuses and her taking responsibility for what she did. But I’m told that this was a major bowel movement mess that this girl did and it was, of course, while representing the school as a member of our school band. Even with the band uniform pants that fit pretty loosely, it was readily apparent that Laurie had a load in her pants. Accordingly, I sentence her to write 500 times “I will not soil my panties in school or at band events while representing the school again.” She also must serve a week of detention, and a week of 3rd period study hall sitting on the toilet in the girls’ room near the gym (that’s also the girls’ room nearest the band room).
“Sir, may I ask a question, sir,” she asks. “Yes, you may,” I tell her. “It didn’t really happen at the band competition, sir,” she tells us, “I was able to hold it in while we were performing and for a while after that.” “I didn’t actually go in my panties until the bus ride home,” she explains, “In fact, I really almost made it back here to the girls’ room.” “Do I really still have to get punished so bad for representing the school?” she asks, “It only happened on the bus AFTER the performance and nobody from any of the other schools knew that I did it.”
“Unfortunately you do,” I explain to her. “You were representing the school from the moment you go on that bus to go to Weemawee HS to the moment you left our own school property when you got back,” I point out, “So your accident on the bus does mean that you get the more severe punishment.” “You really do need to be on your best behavior toilet-wise when you’re performing with the band,” I add.
The other case from last night involves Lisa, a very pretty senior saxophone player. She is quite puzzled as to why she’s been brought before the TVPC and I don’t blame her. Her Violation Report, filed by Mr. Hornman, accuses her of “Failure to Use the Bathroom at a Band Performance.” Its one thing if her failure to use the bathroom had caused her to have an accident. But obviously that isn’t the case. So, I’m really wondering what this case is about. Of course, I ask Mr. Hornman to explain.
“This all goes back to last year when we were having all kinds of problems with the girls in the band going in their pants,” our Band Director explains, “If you recall, it was so bad that the TVPC directed me to implement a “Toiletting Improvement Plan” for the girls in the band.” “I do recall that, Mr. Hornman,” I tell him, “And I must say that your plan has been a big success.” Thanking me for the compliment, he goes on to explain that part of his plan entails that any girl who has ever had an accident (of either variety) at any band function at any time in her high school career, is automatically required to use the toilet at any band function after that. “Lisa messed in her panties at the football game against Walnut Heights last year,” Mr. Hornman reminds me, “So this policy of a mandatory toilet visit does apply to her.”
“She didn’t go to the bathroom at the band performance last night,” chimes in Mrs. Duncan, the Assistant Band Director, “She didn’t use those port-o-pottys once the whole night.” “What’s more is that she had a real emergency on the bus ride home last night and by that, I mean both ways,” she continues, “No sooner had we pulled into the parking lot when Lisa made a bee-line for the girls’ room and really went once she got there.” “I went in there to check on here and even though it took me a little while to get there, she was still urinating,” the Assistant Band Director explains, “That was really a bladder-full that she was letting out last night and I could tell by the smell that that wasn’t the only thing she was doing in there.” I can tell that Lisa is chomping at the bit to answer that, so I turn to her and motion for her to begin.
“I didn’t have to go at the band festival last night,” Lisa argues in her defense. “I used the girls’ room here before getting on the bus LIKE I ALWAYS DO,” she explains, rather annoyed to be facing this charge, “I did it all in the toilet here at school – I really didn’t have any of it left to do in the port-o-potty at the festival.” “Should I NOT have gone before getting on the bus?” she asks sarcastically, “Should I have saved myself so that I could experience those port-o-pottys later?” Her sarcasm draws a warning from me to watch her tone. “I’m sorry, sir,” she says, “It’s just that I went before I got on the bus like we’re told to do and I just didn’t have to go later at the band festival.” “It’s not like I went in my pants – I just didn’t have to go,” she argues, “I don’t know what else I should have done.” “Why is Mr. Hornman is making this into a thing?” she asks.
“I’m making this into a thing because you have a requirement that you use the bathroom at band events and you didn’t do it last night,” he tells her, “You messed in your panties at a football game last year, and now you have to use the bathroom at every band event.” “AT EVERY BAND EVENT!” he points out in no uncertain terms. “That’s just ridiculous,” Lisa answers, “That was just ONE ACCIDENT – I made a stupid decision that night and I ended up with a mess in my panties.” “It’s not like I can’t be trusted to use the bathroom when I need to,” she argues, her frustration evident again, “I went in my panties one time – JUST ONE TIME – And now you’re treating me like I do it all the time.” “You already made me write 1,000 times for that one accident – ONE ACCIDENT!” she points out, “ONE THOUSAND TIMES just for going in my panties one time.” “You already punished me too much for that and now you’re trying to punish me again?” she asks, “How bad do I gotta keep getting punished for that?”
“You got the punishment you deserved for your mess at the Walnut Heights game last year,” I argue back to her, “The bathrooms there were very nice and you definitely knew that you had to go, but you were too lazy to walk over to the school to use them.” “And today’s case is about your having a requirement to use the bathroom at the band festival and again being too lazy to do it,” I clarify for her. “But I didn’t have to go!!” she argues again, even more vehemently than before, “How am I supposed to go to the bathroom when I didn’t have to go?”
“But you did have to go,” Mrs. Duncan tells Lisa, “You know very well that you had an emergency coming home on the bus last night and you know that it was both ways.” “You don’t think that I saw you making a bee-line for the girls’ room as soon as we got back last night,” she continues, “And you don’t think I know that you were really urinating a lot once you got there and that that wasn’t the only thing you did in the toilet.” “I had to go to the bathroom so I went,” Lisa argues back, raising her voice a bit, “And yes, I went both ways, but neither was an emergency or anything like that.” “I went to the bathroom when I needed to go to the bathroom and I didn’t go in my pants,” she argues, this time pounding her fist into the podium, “I did have to go by the time we got back but I didn’t have to go at the festival – How many times do I have to say that?”
She has more to say but I bang my gavel to stop her. I also warn her about pounding her first. Her comments are irrelevant to the matter at hand and it only seems a matter of time before she says something that will get her into more trouble. I’d hate to see that happen – especially over something that isn’t really that serious an offense. “No one is saying that you go in your pants all the time or can’t be trusted to go to the bathroom when you need to,” I inform her, sternly, “In fact, you school toilet record indicates the opposite – you obviously go in the toilet and hardly ever in your panties.” “But the only issue at hand now is that you have a requirement to use the bathroom at all band events and you didn’t meet that requirement last night,” I inform her and note for the record. “THAT’S IT!” I tell her sternly when she tries to speak again, “That is the ONLY ISSUE of any relevance here.” “Your punishment is to write, ‘I must remember to use the girls’ room when required to do so’ 250 times,” I tell her and announce for the record.
With that, Lisa pounds her fist into the podium once again. This time I can’t just ignore it. “You just got your punishment doubled to 500 times,” I tell her angrily, “And unless you want to try for 1,000 times, I suggest you end the histrionics.” “Go take a seat in the detention section and cool off,” I order her. At first, she just stands there at the podium with an angry look on her face. “Don’t for a minute think I won’t make it 1,000 times,” I warn her sternly, “You obviously didn’t like the 1,000 times that you had to write last year for messing in your panties and I don’t think you’ll like writing 1,000 times now.” With that she wisely leaves the podium and quietly takes a seat in the detention section in the back of the room.
The next item before the TVPC this afternoon is quite a serious matter. Today, we have the results of an on-going TVPC investigation of an incident that took place at Band Camp this past summer. Band Camp happens every summer and it’s when our school band goes away for a week to learn the routines for the upcoming school year. Since band camp is a school function, the toileting behavior of the girls in the band comes under TVPC jurisdiction. Usually on the first day of school, the TVPC deals with the toilet violations from that summer’s band camp. Last year, however, there were so many toilet violations at band camp that we had to do a special session just to deal with those cases. This year was only a little bit better and accordingly, we had to have another special session.
One such toilet offender that faced the TVPC in that special “band camp session” was a shy, gawky sophomore with glasses and braces named Connie. The poor girl had a really rough time of it at band camp with not 1, not 2, but 3 panty-soiling accidents. She has, of course, since completed her punishment for those accidents and also her punishment for sneaking into and using a faculty restroom back during the second week of school. It has indeed been a rough time for the sweet, but painfully shy sophomore, but apparently it’s going to get even worse for her today.
The aforementioned TVPC investigation that draws to a close today relates to a pair of messy panties that were hidden under one of the cabins at band camp. Obviously, some girl messed in her panties and tried to escape punishment by hiding them under there. She might well have succeeded in hiding them had not a dog sniffed out the messy panties and dragged them out from under the cabin for all to see. Since then we have been searching for the guilty party and apparently we have found her in the person of Connie.
The poor girl is already crying as she takes the podium – she is a smart girl and she probably knows how much trouble she is in. “Another accident at band camp?” I question her. “That makes 4 messy panties in just 1 week at band camp,” I remind her, “Did you even use the toilet there at all or were you just holding it in every day and going in your panties for the entire week?” “I went at night,” Connie explains through her tears, “I tried to wait and go #2 at night when everyone else was sleeping.” “The bathrooms at band camp were really bad – they were like all broken down and stuff,” she explains, “They didn’t really have a lot of privacy when other girls were in there with you.” “I like my privacy when I gotta go #2,” she continues, “It wasn’t so bad at night when I could be alone in there, but I just couldn’t stand going #2 in there in front of the other girls.” “You didn’t have to do it in front of other girls,” Mrs. Duncan, the Assistant Band Director, points out, a tinge of anger in her voice, “The bathrooms all had stalls with doors and those doors had locks on them for privacy.” “It may not have been the nicest bathroom you’ve ever seen, but it wasn’t bad at all,” she argues, “There just isn’t any excuse at all for just going in your panties like you did.” “One accident can happen sometimes but you messed in your panties FOUR TIMES!” she adds, “How can a girl your age just let that happen – There is no excuse for that.” “I just liked it better going at night for #2,” she reports, “I tried to hold it in until nighttime but sometimes I couldn’t hold it long enough and I messed in my panties.” “You messed in your panties more than sometimes,” I tell her, “I’m guessing you went in your panties more than you went in the toilet that week.” “Yes sir,” she tells me, looking down at the floor in shame, acknowledging that very shameful circumstance.
But that, of course, is the least of her problems now. “And you hid one of your messy panties under the cabin, didn’t you?” I ask her. She nods her head “yes.” She tells me that she messed in her panties one night in her cabin after dinner, but was able to hide the fact that she’d done it from the other girls in the cabin. “I almost made it until after lights out but not quite,” she explains, “But I was able to hold it in some and do some of it in the toilet but there was still a bunch of it in my panties.” “I had already been caught with messy panties 3 times,” she continues, “So I’m desperate not to get caught again – I was just desperate.” She tells us that after she did the rest in the toilet (after everyone else in the cabin was asleep), she managed to clean herself up with the toilet paper. “I was just desperate to get rid of my messy panties so I wouldn’t get caught,” she tells us again. “There was this gap in the stall between the wall and the floor,” she explains further, “So I just kicked my panties down through that hole and under the cabin.” “I’m just so sorry,” she tells us as she breaks down sobbing, “I just didn’t want to get caught again with messy panties.”
In addition to the punishment for hiding her soiled panties (a serious offense), I must also punish Connie for messing in them in them in the first place. It’s her 4th panty-soiling mess of the school year and for that I sentence her to write “I will not soil my panties at band camp or in school again” 500 times. But since I’m not about to sentence her to the usual week of toilet sitting detention (for obvious reasons), I decree that she write the 500 times on the blackboard in detention instead.
The worst, obviously, will be her punishment for hiding the soiled panties. “I think you already know that you’re going on toilet suspension for this,” I tell her, “But I’m afraid that in your case, the minimum sentence of 1 month is not going to be good enough.” “If you had just come forward when school started and admitted that the messy panties were yours, I would certainly have given you the minimum toilet suspension,” I point out, “But you made us conduct a full scale investigation and that cost us a lot of work.” “Therefore, I really have no choice but to give you the maximum,” I tell her, shaking my head, “You’ll do 2 full months on toilet suspension.” The poor girl is understandably shocked at the severity of her sentence. Through her tears, she begs me to reconsider and give her only the minimum. But I remain firm – she earned the maximum and she’s getting the maximum. Not only that but I also have to give her the mandatory punishment of writing “I will not hide my soiled panties in the girls’ room in school or at band camp again” 1,000 times and serving 2 weeks detention cleaning bathrooms. I also direct that a TVPC staffer get those soiled panties from the evidence locker and give them back to their rightful owner. “You’ll wear those panties to school tomorrow,” I tell her, “Good luck cleaning out that mess after its all hard and crusty sitting in those panties for close to 2 months now.”
But just as I’m about to dismiss her, the Assistant Band Director has one more matter to bring up. “I’m afraid that Connie also lied during our investigation,” she tells us. “Naturally, Connie was the first person we suspected when we first found the messy panties – What with the 3 she had already done,” Mrs. Duncan tells us, “But she vehemently denied that those panties were hers.” “She was a better liar than you’d think,” the Assistant Band Director continues, “She convinced us that it wasn’t her and we spent a lot of time investigating other girls before we finally came back to her.” “Connie, I’m afraid that going to be another 500 times to write,” I tell her and announce for the record, “And it’s also going to be another week in detention – this time in the committee room standing in the corner with a sign on your back.” The sentence she has to write is “I will not lie to the Toilet Violation Punishment Committee or to its investigators again” and the sign on her back will say “I lied to the TVPC.”
All I can do is shake my head at this poor girl’s fate. “You really did manage to get yourself into a lot more trouble,” I tell her, shaking my head again, “You just should have come forward and admitted that you messed in your panties again.”
More leotard accidents please. As always great report. Thank you.
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