Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

[Arnold Ziffel]

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 November 4, 2011.

We begin today’s session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) with some bad news from yesterday’s girls’ soccer game at archrival Bayside HS. Not only did we lose the game (a stunning upset for our top-ranked team), but we have 2 toilet violation cases – both of them for panty-soiling – to deal with from the game. The very lovely Coach Spellman, who is also a Math teacher at our school, is here to present these cases.

Dealing with the most serious case first, it is no surprise to see that one of the panty-soilers is Hope, a tall and beautiful sophomore brunette, who is the star goalie for the team. All of these cases are more serious than ordinary panty-soiling cases, because they happened while the girls were representing the school as soccer players, but for Hope it is even more serious than that. Fans of the TVPC may remember our September 9th TVPC session when Hope was punished for wetting her pants (INTENTIONALLY!) at a soccer game earlier in the season. Accordingly, this would be the second time that she has gone in her pants while representing the school at a soccer game – an offense that the TVPC certainly does not take lightly. To make matters even worse for Hope, she also has 2 previous soiling accidents in school – including one that happened at a soccer practice. Fortunately for her, doing it at a soccer practice only constitutes a regular accident and not one representing the school.

“Hope still refuses to do her business in a port-o-potty,” Coach Spellman tells us in frustration. “I could see that she was holding her legs together and clutching her butt cheeks tight as soon as the game started,” the coach explains, “But still she refused to go do it in the port-o-potty that was there.” “I told her to go and do it during halftime and then I told her again after the game was over, but she just insisted that she didn’t have to go” Coach Spellman continues, “But it wasn’t 10 minutes into the bus ride home that Hope did it in her panties.” “And I’m not talking about just a little bit, either,” she adds, shaking her head in disgust, “I’m talking about a very big bowel movement and she did it all in her panties.” It’s a very vivid description that the pretty soccer coach provides – a vivid description of a very big mess in Hope’s panties and her growing frustration with her star player’s refusal to handle her bodily functions like a girl her age should. “There’s just no DANCING around it,” Miss Spellman tells us, “This is even more shameful and disgusting than when she wet her pants at a game back in September.”

“I’m sorry but that port-o-potty was just disgusting,” Hope asserts in her defenses, “I know it’s disgusting to go in my pants, too – believe me, I know how disgusting it is to mess in my pants – but that port-o-potty was disgusting, too.” “Is that supposed to be an excuse for what you did?” I ask her, “If it is, I’ve heard it before and I’m not buying it.” “I’m not saying it as an excuse, I’m just saying what happened,” Hope answers, “I just think port-o-pottys are disgusting and I’d just rather hold it in until I can use a regular toilet.” “I just wish that we always had regular bathrooms at soccer games,” Hope laments, “You just really can’t expect people to go in a port-o-potty – especially when it’s the big stuff.” “I do expect people to go in port-o-pottys when they have to and that includes bowel movements, too,” Coach Spellman fires back at Hope, “As a matter of fact, I did a bowel movement in there myself yesterday.” “You don’t think I’d rather have waited and used a regular bathroom?” the coach asks her rhetorically, “But I had to go then and the port-o-potty was what they had, so I used it.” “I certainly didn’t try to hold it in all game and risk going in my pants,” she argues in an uncharacteristic angry tone, “And don’t even try telling me that you thought you could make it all the way back home without going in your pants.”

“Do you think that this might have been intentional like her wetting back in September?” I ask Coach Spellman. “No way! – It was an accident!!” Hope calls out, “I was trying my best to hold it in – There’s no way that I’d do that in my pants on purpose.” Banging my gavel, I remind the sophomore beauty, “I was asking your coach, not you.” “I don’t think it was intentional,” Coach Spellman points out, “I really do think that she was trying to hold it in when it happened.” “But then again, she didn’t go and use that port-o-potty when she knew very well that she had to go very badly,” the coach adds, “She knew very well, that it was probably going to be in her panties before she got home, but still she refused to go in the port-o-potty.” “Maybe it wasn’t intentional like she let it out in her panties on purpose,” she argues, “But it’s not like she did a whole lot to prevent it from happening, either.” “That makes it only an accidental soiling then,” I tell a frustrated Coach Spellman, “But rest assured that she’ll be punished quite severely since it’s the second time in her panties while representing the school.”

“Um, I wasn’t the only one who did it,” Hope chimes in, “Leslie messed in her panties yesterday, too.” But that only seems to make the coach even angrier. “I’m sick of your excuses even more than I’m sick of the loads in your panties,” she shouts back at her soccer star, “How many of them are you going to do before you learn your lesson and start using the port-o-pottys when you need to.”

As Hope starts to answer back, I bang my gavel to end the discussion – calming Coach Spellman down in the process. “I understand your frustration, Coach,” I tell her, “But the time for discussion is over.” And turning my attention directly to Hope, I add, “And the time for punishment is at hand.”

“This is quite a serious matter, Hope,” I tell her, “And your punishment will certainly reflect that.” “You are going to be spending your 3rd period study hall sitting on a toilet in the girls’ locker room,” I tell her, “And that’s going to be for an entire month.” “And starting tomorrow, you’ll be reporting here for detention everyday,” I also tell her, “And you’ll report here after school everyday until you’ve finished writing 1,000 times on the blackboard ‘I will not soil my panties in school or at soccer games again.’”

Pausing for a moment to let it all sink in, I see the stunned look of despair on Hope’s face. “You really didn’t think you weren’t going to get a full 1,000 times for this, did you?” I ask. “I guess I knew it was going to be 1,000 times,” she answers, looking about ready to cry, “I just didn’t think I was going to have to do them on the blackboard after school.” “That’s going to take like a whole week to finish,” Hope reasons, “I’m not only going to miss soccer practice but some games, too.” “It’s going to take a lot longer than 1 week,” I point out, “It’s 1,000 times and it’s a long sentence, too boot.” Hope is now reduced to tears as she suddenly contemplates having to miss several soccer games while she’s stuck in detention writing her 1,000 sentences on the blackboard. But just as I’m about to give her the customary “you should have thought of that before you messed in your panties” lecture, Coach Spellman suddenly speaks up.

“We’ve got some big soccer games coming up this week and next week, we start with state tournament games,” Coach Spellman explains, “I really need Hope in goal if we are going to win the state championship.” “I’m not saying that it wouldn’t serve her right to have to miss those games because of what she did, but I’m thinking of the other girls on the team,” the coach argues, “They’ve all worked very hard this season and there’s no reason why they should have to suffer and lose their chance to win a state championship just because of Hope.” It seems strange to be hearing this from Coach Spellman, who only a few moments ago seemed ready to cast a spell sentencing Hope to the worst of punishments. “Please, I know I have to be punished and I guess I have to be punished bad,” Hope argues through her tears, “But please don’t make me miss any soccer practices and especially not any games.” “Maybe just don’t make me write the sentences on the blackboard in detention,” Hope suggests, “I mean, I know that I’m still going to have to write the sentences, but just let me do them for homework on paper like I had to do before.” “Yes, she certainly should have to write the sentences, but please just don’t make her have to write the sentences in detention,” the coach tells us, “Our team just can’t win with Hope playing goal.” “Please don’t let Hope’s messy panties cost our school the state championship.” What the Coach is telling us makes sense – I certainly do want our school to win the state championship and I don’t want the other girls on the team to lose that opportunity just because of Hope – but I still don’t know about this. “Even when she really has to go to the bathroom and is desperately holding it in a big bowel movement, she is still the best goalie in the whole state,” Coach Spellman adds, “We need her!”

The last person who deserves a break is Hope, but in careful consideration of the whole team, I reconsider. I decide to give our panty-pooping soccer star a choice. “All right – I’ll give you a choice,” I tell Hope, “If you don’t want to come to detention and write the sentence on the blackboard 1,000 times, you can write the sentences on paper – 2,000 times.” Once again, Hope looks at me stunned. “2,000 times?” she asks with a pained look in her eyes, “Um – why is it 2,000 times now.” “Your punishment is 1,000 times on the blackboard after school,” I explain to her, “If you want to write them on paper instead, you’re certainly not getting off with just 1,000 times.” “It’s a lot harder writing sentences on the blackboard,” I point out, “So if you want to write on paper instead, you’re going to have to write twice as many.”

Once again, Hope has that look of despair in her eyes. “The choice is yours, young lady,” I tell her. But Hope can’t seem to decide. It’s certainly not a pleasant choice to have to make. Whether it’s 1,000 times on the blackboard or 2,000 times on paper, they are both pretty arduous punishments. I press her to make a choice. “Take the 2,000 times!” Coach Spellman urges her, “It’s the only way that you’re going to be able to play in the tournament games coming up.” Hearing that, Hope reluctantly takes the 2,000 times punishment.

“I’m telling you that this better be the last time you disgrace the school with one of your bodily functions in your pants,” I warn her, “Because it’s certainly the last time I’ll be cutting you a break so you can still play on the team.” “If it happens again, you’ll be in detention writing on the blackboard until your arm falls off,” I warn her further, “And you’ll be sitting on the toilet so much that it will be like the toilet seat is permanently attached to your behind.” “I don’t care how much you hate using port-o-potty bathrooms,” I tell Hope, “When you have to go at a game and they only have a port-o-potty there, you simply have to use it.” “She will have to sit on the toilet for 15 minutes before each game,” I tell Coach Spellman, “And that includes if the only toilet is a port-o-potty.” “If she doesn’t do the sitting, she doesn’t play in the game,” I warn Coach Spellman, “And if you don’t enforce that, YOU will also be feeling the TVPC’s wrath.”

And as I point that out to Hope and Coach Spellman, I take note of one other thing. “Did you just not have your bowel movement in the port-o-potty yesterday?” I ask her, “Or did you just not visit the port-o-potty at all?” “I didn’t use the port-o-potty at all,” Hope acknowledges. “She didn’t even go near that thing,” Coach Spellman points out. “That’s what I was afraid of,” I tell her. “Your punishment from last time included that you had to visit the bathroom at all soccer games for the rest of the year,” I point out, “And obviously you didn’t do that.” “They didn’t have a bathroom there, they only had a port-o-potty,” Hope chimes in sarcastically – a comment that she quickly apologizes for after she sees the expression on my face. “Not using the PORT-O-POTTY as required is actually another toilet violation for you, Hope,” I point out, “And for that you’ll write 500 times ‘I will use the bathroom at soccer games as I’m required to do.’”

Once again, Hope has that look of shock and despair on her face. “So that’s like 2,500 lines that I have to write now?” she asks, “How in the world am I supposed to get all that done?” “Yes it is 2,500 times,” I tell her, “And I really don’t care what you have to do to get it all done, so long as you do.” She requests an extension of time to get it done, but that request is, of course, denied.” “You have exactly 1 week from today to get it all done,” I point out, “And what you don’t finish gets doubled.”

Leslie is the second girl to face the TVPC for messing in her panties at yesterday’s soccer game and the cute and athletic freshman is visibly trembling after watching how bad Hope got punished. “Take it easy,” Coach Spellman tells the perky, blonde reserve midfielder, “It’s only your first time – You won’t get it as bad as Hope did.” “Coach Spellman is right, try to relax and take it easy,” I tell the scared freshman, “That was Hope’s second time, -- For you it’s only the first.” “You’re going to get it worse than a lot of girls do because you were representing the school when it happened,” I point out to Leslie, “But it’s not going to be anywhere near as a bad for a first offense as for a second like Hope got.” With that, she seems to calm down a little as she takes the podium to answer for her own soiled panties accident at yesterday’s name.

“I’m really sorry, sir, that it happened,” she tells us, “And I already apologized to Coach Spellman and my teammates.” “Yes, she did,” Coach Spellman assures us, “I certainly think she’s sincerely sorry for what she did.” “I know she has to get punished more than regular because it happened at a soccer game,” the coach argues, “But if any case cries out for only the minimum punishment, this case is it.” Leslie eagerly nods her head at hearing her coach’s suggestion. “I know it’s no excuse, but I did eventually go and use the port-o-potty,” she points out, “I actually did do a lot of it – maybe half of it – in the port-o-potty.” “I just hope that you’ll think about how I didn’t do all of it in my panties – I did a lot of it in the toilet,” she continues, “I know it’s no excuse – I know we’re not supposed to do ANY of it in our pants – but I just hope you’ll keep that in mind when you decide my punishment.” “She wasn’t like Hope who refused to go in the port-o-potty at all,” Coach Spellman chimes in, “Leslie did eventually go and use it before the mess in her panties got really bad like Hope’s.” “I think she just waited too long before she finally decided to go and use it,” the coach continues, “I’m afraid she didn’t go until it was already starting to come out in her panties.”

Once again, the cute freshman is nodding her head as Coach Spellman explains. “I didn’t have to go before the game – I really didn’t,” Leslie tells us, “If I had to go before the game, I would have gone – I always do.” “I really don’t like using the port-o-potty, either, but I use it when I have to – especially at soccer games” she explains, “It’s like you said before – It’s better than going in my panties.” “But then after the game started, I did have to go,” she points out, “And I just didn’t want leave the bench to go and use it during the game.” She further explains that even though she was only on the bench and not in the actual game, she still didn’t want to leave the bench area to go to the port-o-potty across the way. “I guess I just didn’t want people to see me running for the port-o-potty,” she acknowledges, “And then everyone would know that I had an emergency to go and when I was in there for a while, they’d know that I was in there pooping.” “I thought I could hold it in and go after the game – I really did,” she points out, “But then it just started coming out in my panties.”

“And then you went to the port-o-potty immediately when you felt yourself losing control, didn’t you?” Coach Spellman asks her, although more for my benefit than actually seeking an answer. “Yes, Miss Spellman,” she answers, “Just as soon as I felt myself not being able to hold it in anymore, I just ran for the port-o-pottys.” “And, as I said, I got there in time to do a lot of it in there,” Leslie adds, “But unfortunately some of it got in my panties before I got there.”

“I think I get the picture,” I point out – both to young soccer player and to her coach. “I think you learned an important lesson at the game yesterday, young lady,” I tell the cute and perky freshman, “And that is when you need to go – you NEED TO GO! – And you don’t want to be trying to hold it in until a more convenient time.” “I don’t think you’re ever going to be so careless again,” I tell her, “But I also have to consider that you did do this at a soccer game in front of hundreds of people – Embarrassing not only yourself but your team and our whole school.” “Yes, sir,” she says as she swallows hard and prepares for the worst as that worried look returns to her face.”

“You’ll write 500 times, ‘I will not soil my panties in school or at soccer games again’ and you’ll spend 2 weeks of your 5th period study hall sitting on the toilet,” I tell her and announce for the record, “And you’ll have mandatory toilet visits at every soccer game for the remainder of the year.” “Um – Is that just 500 times on paper?” she asks. “That’s correct – I’m not making you write these on the blackboard,” I assure her. “But your toilet sitting sentence is going to be served on the toilets in the girls’ locker room,” I explain, “I hear that a lot of you girls don’t like using the toilets there.” “That’s OK,” Leslie responds, a sense of relief in her voice, “I went in my pants at a soccer game – I guess I deserve that.”

“Thank you for not punishing me worse,” she tells us, “I promise you that it won’t happen again.” “It had better not,” I warn her, “Your punishment this time isn’t exactly a picnic but it’ll seem that way compared to what you’ll get if you do this at a soccer game again.” “We’re going to be going to the bathroom IMMEDIATELY when we need to from now on, aren’t we?” Coach Spellman asks the freshman. “Yes, Ma’am,” she answers enthusiastically, “I really don’t want to have any another accident in my panties and I really, really don’t want to have a do worse punishment than I got this time.”

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

Our first case from today is Abby, a smart, dark-haired junior Science whiz. She is charged with wetting her pants in Chemistry class just a little while ago. Dressed completely in black (she always dresses completely in black), her wet pants aren’t readily obvious, but it’s not like we need an NCIS team to figure this case out. Miss David, Abby’s Chemistry teacher, assures us that she did indeed wet her pants quite badly in her class. “She not only wet her pants, but all over her chair, down her legs, and all over the floor,” the Chemistry teacher says, “She left quite a puddle on the floor before she was done.” “I’ve seen my share of girls wetting their pants in class but none as bad as this,” she adds.

Abby has pleaded “Guilty” but she has asked to explain herself. “I told her that I had to go – I told her that I REALLY had to go,” the “goth-girl” explains, “I told her that I was about to have an accident.” “But she still wouldn’t let me go to the girls’ room,” Abby continues, “She told me just to hold it in and wait even though I told her that I really couldn’t wait much longer.” “I really felt like just running for the girls’ room anyway,” Abby tells us, “But I didn’t want to go through that again.” “I had to write 500 times and go to detention for a week the last time I did that,” the articulate and very ebullient junior reminds me, “And you told me it would be much worse if I did it a second time.” “I didn’t want to write 1,000 times and get placed on toilet suspension,” she adds, “So I just had to sit there and wait like Miss David told me and that’s how I wet my pants.”

Miss David doesn’t dispute Abby’s account of what happened, but she does offer some further information. “I really didn’t think she had to go – at least not that bad,” she offers, “And I certainly didn’t think she had to go as MUCH as she did.” “When this girl urinates, she doesn’t fool around,” Miss David jokes. “When I have to go, I have to go,” Abby chimes in. “And if you don’t let me go when I have to go, this is what is going to happen,” she explains.

“I’m sorry, Abby – I’m sorry that you wet your pants,” Miss David tells her, “If I knew the situation you were in, I certainly would have let you go.” “But I really don’t understand it, Abby,” the sympathetic teacher tells the wet pants student, “I really don’t understand how you had to go so badly when you’d just been to the girls’ room.” “I had to go myself the period before,” the Science teacher explains, “And I didn’t have time to get to the faculty bathroom, so I just ducked into the student one in the Science Wing.” “And you were in there as well,” she tells Abby, “And I saw you coming out a stall after hearing one of the longest urinations that I’ve ever heard in my life.” Abby smiles and nods her head apparently agreeing that it was indeed her in the girls’ room and indeed her that did that very impressive urination. “I can’t really understand how you could have to go so badly again after only about an hour or so.”

Actually, it’s not really that hard to figure out,” chimes in Winnie from the detention section of the TVPC meeting room, “It’s not like you need an NCIS team to figure it out. Winnie is also a junior and a friend of Abby’s. She is serving detention today and busily writing her punishment sentences for messing in her panties yesterday – her third such accident this school year. “Look at all the Big Gulps that Abby drinks,” Winnie explains, “It’s really not a mystery as to why she needs to pee all the time.” “Better lay off those Big Gulps, girl,” she tells her friend, “It’s kind of a miracle that you don’t have more accidents than you do.” “Yeah, I do drink a lot of soda,” Abby admits, “I get a boost from the caffeine, I guess.” “And I guess I’ve developed a really big bladder that can hold a lot,” she explains, “I guess I go to the girls’ room a lot, but I really go a lot once I get there.” “But I guess it’s kind of a problem if I can’t get permission to go sometimes,” she continues, “I guess when I do spring a leak it’s more like a flood.” That last comment draws a little laughter from those assembled.

It’s the third pants wetting violation this year for Abby and as we’ve mentioned she’s also had a prior violation for leaving class without permission to use the girls’ room. She’s also had to be punished twice for being late to class for purposes of using the girls’ room – no doubt the result of her exceptionally long, big gulp soda-induced urinations. She gets 3 days detention and has to write 300 times “I will not wet my pants in school again.” However, because of the severity of her wetting accident this time (Abby doesn’t deny that it was rolling down her chair and puddling on the floor beneath her), she will spend her detention time sitting on the toilet in the Science Wing girls’ room. “Yes sir,” Abby tells me, with a disappointed look on her face – obviously expecting regular detention rather than toilet sitting.

“I must say Abby that I’d watch my soda intake if I were you,” I warn her, “I have to wonder if more teachers are going to be like Miss David and get tired of you leaving class for the girls’ room all the time.” “The punishment only gets worse the more wetting accidents that you have,” I warn her, “And you can see that the severity of the accident itself is also a consideration.”

It is a rare occasion when we, on the same day, have 2 sisters facing the TVPC in messed panties. Rarer still is when the 2 sisters are caught with their messy panties at the same time in the same bathroom. Such is the case today, however, with Mary, a senior, and her sister Lucy, a sophomore. We might as well take the two cases together.

“It was between 5th and 6th periods this afternoon when I went into the New Edition girls’ room and I immediately noticed a very foul smell,” reports Mrs. Camden, a new bathroom monitor at our school, “It’s hard to describe that smell specifically but let’s just say that it wasn’t SEVENTH HEAVEN in there.” “I traced the smell to both the 2nd and the 3rd stalls from the bathroom door,” she explains, “And I find the 2 of them sitting on neighboring toilets and both of them had messes in their panties.” “Each of them had some of it in the toilet as well as their panties,” the pretty and enthusiastic Mrs. Camden continues, “It looks like they each waited a little too long and messed some of it in their panties before they could get to the girls’ room.” “And Lucy had to urinate quite a bit as well,” she adds, “She even dribbled a bit of that into her panties as well.”

I ask her if Lucy should also be charged with wetting her panties – making this a “doubleheader” accident and thus cause for a more severe punishment. “It’s a close call on that one,” Mrs. Camden answers. “There was definitely urine in those panties and she’s going to have a yellow stain there if she doesn’t wash them carefully,” she explains, “But it really isn’t enough to call it a wetting accident – especially compared to what else she did in those panties.” “Judging by quantity of yellow in her toilet, Lucy also had to urinate quite badly – or at lest, voluminously,” she adds, “She dribbled so little in her panties by comparison that I can’t really call it a wetting accident.”

Dealing with Lucy first, it’s her 3rd soiling accident of the school year and one of those previous ones was indeed a “doubleheader” of both messing and wetting. The friendly and likeable sophomore with a sort of quiet, understated beauty about her (she’s pretty but doesn’t seem to do much to call attention to it), also have a violation this for using too much toilet paper and consequently clogging the toilet. She explains that she had to go – both ways – during her 5th period English class and was trying to hold it in until class was over. “I thought I could make it, I definitely thought I could make it,” Lucy tells us, “I only had lunch during 6th period and that’s when I usually go to the bathroom.” “But I had to go worse than I though, I guess,” the somewhat shy but articulate sophomore explains, “I think having to go both ways so bad made it harder to hold in.” “I did manage to hold it in until class was over, but I couldn’t hold it in long enough to get to the toilet in time,” she continues, “Some of it – Well, a lot of it, I guess – came out in my panties on the way to the girls’ room.” “Thank you for not also charging me with wetting my pants,” Lucy says to our bathroom monitor, “I did do a little bit of that in my panties on the way to the girls’ room as well.”

For her third accident offense of the school year – a regular messing accident and not a “doubleheader” – Lucy will have to serve 3 days in detention and write 300 times, “I will not soil my panties in school again.” “I must say, Lucy, that these accidents seem to be becoming a bad habit with you,” I note, “I think you need to start becoming more careful with your bodily functions and especially before you start getting the more severe punishments that come with having more accidents.” “That’s true Lucy,” Miss Sherwood, her 5th period English teacher chimes in, “Next time just ask me for a girls’ room pass if you really need one – There’s no reason you have to try to hold it in until lunchtime if you have to go that bad.” “I know that I discourage trips to the girls’ room during class time, but if you really, REALLY have to go like today, I’ll let you have a pass,” she adds, “I certainly don’t want to see you having an accident like this.” Lucy nods her head in understanding – both to my warning and to Miss Sherwood’s very sound advice.
Dealing next with the older sister Mary, this is her first accident of the school year, but she has prior offenses for loitering in the girls’ room and (accidentally) leaving the toilet unflushed after a bowel movement. Consequently, she is not entitled to get off with merely a warning as would be the case if she had no prior toilet offenses. Mary, a senior, is a tall statuesque beauty with long legs and shoulder length blonde hair. With those legs of hers she looks sensational in shorts, which she can be seen wearing as a starter on our girls’ basketball team. It’s quite unusual to see her in messy panties – she’s only done it once in each of the previous 2 school years – but unfortunately for her, she did each of those while representing the school as a member of the basketball team. Consequently she wound up each time with a pretty substantial punishment for a first offense. This one probably won’t be nearly as bad for her.

“I guess it’s my fault – I’m the one with the mess in her panties so I guess it has to be my fault,” Mary tells us, “But it never would have happened if Miss Robinson had just let me go to the girls’ room when I asked. Miss Robinson is Mary’s 5th period Science teacher. She is NOT Mary’s accuser – that was, of course, Mrs. Camden when she later caught Mary and her sister sitting on neighboring toilets with messy panties – but apparently Mary did have to go during her class and was denied permission to do so. “It also wouldn’t have happened if you’d just gone at lunch when you had the chance,” Miss Robinson fires back, “That would seem a pretty opportune time to take care of these things, you know.” “I don’t mind giving a girl a bathroom pass if she REALLY needs one,” the very lovely, but strict Science teacher adds, “But not when she had more than ample opportunity to go at lunch the period before.” “But I really did need a girls’ room pass – I REALLY did have to go,” Mary responds, “I guess you didn’t happen to notice that it was already coming out in my pants as I was leaving your class.” Her comments – or more specifically, the tone of her comments draws a warning from me.

“I guess you didn’t happen to notice that I was a hall monitor right by the cafeteria during your lunch period,” Miss Robinson fires back again, “Was I not suppose to see you coming out of the girls’ room then.” I am more than a little puzzled by this sudden revelation. “So you did use the girls’ room at lunch?” I ask Mary. She nods her head “yes.” “So I watch you use the girls’ room during 4th period and then in 5th period, you’re asking me to go again?” Miss Robinson asks Mary, “You’ve got your hand up and you’re telling me that you’re desperate to go 20 minutes after you just went?” Mary doesn’t quite know what to say at that, but I press her for an answer.

“I only peed during 4th period, but I had to poop during 5th period,” the gorgeous senior explains. “You mean you URINATED during 4th period and you needed to DEFECATE during 5th period,” I tell her, “For Pete’s sake, you’re a senior now, let’s please try to get the terminology correct.” “Yes sir, urinate and defecate,” she says. But her use of terminology isn’t really the issue. Her use of the toilet is the issue, so I press on for a more complete explanation. “Our toilets are well-equipped to handle both bodily functions at the same time,” I tell Mary, “And I understand that most girls are well-equipped to handle both functions at a single sitting.”

Mary goes on to explain that she doesn’t really like the girls’ room near the cafeteria and that’s the one that they have to use during lunch. “That girls’ room is not so bad to pee in, I guess,” she starts to explain. “URINATE!” I tell her angrily. “Yes, urinate, I mean,” she continues, “But I really didn’t want to be doing the um, um defecation down there – it’s just too crowded at lunchtime to be doing that in there.” “So I did that one thing in there but not the other,” Mary explains further, “I really thought that Miss Robinson would let me go the next period and I could go and use the girls’ room on the 2nd floor.” “That girls’ room is just so much nicer than the one by the cafeteria,” she adds, “That’s the one I always try to use when I have to poop.” “DEFECATE!” I tell her angrily. “Yes, defecate,” Mary acknowledges. “I guess it was my fault,” she repeats, “But if Miss Robinson had just let me go to the girls’ room when I asked, I could have done it all in the toilet like I wanted to.”

Miss Robinson and the members of the TVPC are just left shaking our heads. “You needed to have a bowel movement and you were already sitting on the toilet,” Mrs. Crabtree (a member of the TVPC) points out, “But you decide NOT to do it while you’re already sitting there, so you can interrupt a class period to do it later?” “Is that really what your plan was?” she asks, “And you don’t think the resultant mess in your panties is really your fault?” Before Mary can answer, I bang my gavel to end the discussion. We’ve already discussed this more than enough. This case is really a simple one. Mary messed in her panties and now she needs to be punished for doing it and since it’s only her first offense this school year, her punishment need not be severe.

I sentence the gorgeous senior basketball star to 1 day of detention and to write 100 times “I will not soil my panties in school again.” I’m tempted to make her write the words “Urinate” and “Defecate” a few hundred times each, but I really have no grounds to do that. While referring to bodily functions as “piss” and “shit” are indeed toilet violations, using the less vulgar slang terms “pee” and “poop” are simply not against TVPC rules. It’s childish and silly – especially for a senior – and it’s to be discouraged but it’s not grounds for punishment. Mary is actually smiling as she’s dismissed. After all the discussion and after experiencing the punishment for messing herself while representing the school in each of the 2 previous school years, she’s pleased to be getting off this lightly. While detention and writing punishment won’t be SEVENTH HEAVEN for her, it won’t be so bad, either.

I am quite disappointed to see that the next girl to face the TVPC is Tonya, a pretty and very athletic senior. And it’s even more disappointing to see the reason that she’s here. The blonde-haired beauty is just beginning her third and final month on toilet suspension for plotting to get her FIGURE SKATING rival – a tall, skinny brunette named Nancy – placed on toilet suspension. The plan – which entailed Tonya stealing a pair of Nancy’s panties, messing in them herself, and then placing them behind a toilet in the Science Wing girls’ room – was to make it look like Nancy had messed in the panties and then hid them in the girls’ room to escape punishment. Of course, the plan only managed to get Tonya placed on toilet suspension herself – 2 months for hiding soiled panties in the girls’ room and 1 month for doing so to try to get another girl in trouble.

Three months on toilet suspension (as well as a boatload of writing punishments, regular detentions and toilet cleaning detentions) is a grueling punishment indeed, but unfortunately things are about to get even worse for Tonya. Today she was caught going to the bathroom outside – squatting behind the storage shed in back of the school having a bowel movement – in violation of her toilet suspension punishment.

“She was urinating and defecating back there,” reports Miss Mars, who caught her, “She was letting go quite a stream as well as a really big load.” “She had napkins from the cafeteria to wipe herself with,” Miss Mars reports further, “But I stopped her before she could use them.” “I did let her finish going to the bathroom, but I didn’t let her wipe herself,” the very pretty gym teacher explains, “It’s bad enough that she’d violate a toilet suspension like that, but I wasn’t about to allow her the privilege of wiping herself afterwards.” “I don’t suppose it was anything like completely wetting and messing her panties like she’s supposed to do on toilet suspension,” Miss Mars adds, “But I’m sure she’s got some serious yellow stains and some really nasty skidmarks just the same.” “And I’m sure it must have been uncomfortable to walk around school the rest of the day, damp and dirty from being unwiped,” Miss Mars also points out.”

Turning my attention to Tonya, who is pleading “Guilty” and begging for leniency, I cannot help but shake my head. “I thought you had learned your lesson,” I tell her, “I thought you promised me that you’d never do anything so stupid again.” “I have learned my lesson,” Tonya points out through her tears, “That thing I did to Nancy was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.” “Well, this was pretty stupid, too,” I tell her, “I’m sure you know that violating a toilet suspension only gets you more time on toilet suspension.” Tonya begs me not to do that – pleading how much she’s already suffered by being on toilet suspension so long.

“Please sir, I can’t stand being on toilet suspension,” she pleads. “I just can’t wait until it’s done and I can go back to using the toilet in school again,” she tells me, “I’ll do anything if you’ll just not make it any longer.” “The way NOT to make a toilet suspension longer is to follow the rules and not violate the toilet suspension you already have,” I point out, “You just about did the worst thing you could do if you didn’t want me to make your toilet suspension any longer.” “Yes, sir,” Tonya acknowledges, crying even harder now, “I was just so desperate – I was just so desperate to avoid going in my pants again.” “I had to go both ways and I had to go both ways really bad,” Tonya continues, “I didn’t want to go both ways in my pants AGAIN – not BOTH WAYS in my pants AGAIN!”

She goes on to tell me that being on toilet suspension and having to wet her pants in school everyday is really bad, but you kind of get used to it after a while. “But the absolute worst is the other thing,” Tonya explains, “Having to do that in my pants and walk around all day in school with it in my pants, is the worst.” “There’s no way that you can ever get used to doing that,” she continues, “I’d give anything not to have to do that in my pants.” “Well, that’s part of being on toilet suspension,” I explain, “That’s why most girls avoid doing things that could get them placed on toilet suspension in the first place.” “And those that do get placed on toilet suspension try to avoid doing things that would make their toilet suspensions longer,” I point out, “They scrupulously avoiding going into the girls’ room or going to the bathroom outside because they know that only makes it worse.”

“Yes, sir – I know what I did was stupid,” she replies, “But it’s like I said – I was just so desperate.” She goes on to explain that this was the fifth day in a row that she had to do a bowel movement in school – and by that, she means a bowel movement that she couldn’t hold in until she got home. “I messed in my panties everyday this week,” Tonya reports, “And really big loads, too, in addition to wetting my pants like I always have to do.” “I just couldn’t stand the idea of another mess in my panties today,” she says, “I just had to do something to avoid that.” She also explains that she’s been very busy this week – what with FIGURE SKATING practice and everything – and hasn’t even had time to clean out her messy panties from earlier in the week. “I’ve got 4 pairs of panties at home with big loads in them that I haven’t even cleaned them out yet,” she tells us, “I just couldn’t stand the idea of making another load that I was going to have clean out.” “I really hate cleaning out those messy panties,” she continues, “It’s not so bad when I just have to rinse them out when I wet them, but having to clean out those messy loads is just awful.” “Please give me a break,” Tonya pleads, “I know you have to punish me for this, but please, PLEASE give me a break.”

I certainly believe that Tonya pleas are sincere – the 2 months that she’s done on toilet suspension thus far have truly been awful for her – but this is a serious matter. “I certainly believe that not being allowed to use the girls’ room in school has been an awful punishment for you,” I tell the teary-eyed senior beauty, “But it is a punishment that you truly deserved and it’s a punishment that I intend to enforce.” “I can understand why you decided to go to the bathroom outside,” I explain, “But I hope that you understand why we can’t let girls on toilet suspension do that – It really would defeat the purpose of having toilet suspensions in the first place.”

The minimum punishment for violating a toilet suspension is 2 additional weeks on toilet suspension. But given the severity of the offense that Tonya is on toilet suspension for, I can’t just give her that. “You’ll do 3 additional weeks on toilet suspension,” I tell her, “And you should be thankful that I didn’t give you worse.” Not surprisingly, she lets out an audible groan at hearing that. “There’s also a mandatory writing assignment that goes with violating a toilet suspension,” I explain, “You’re going to write ‘I will not go to the bathroom outside in violation of a toilet suspension again’ 1,000 times” She lets out an audible groan at hearing that as well. “Do you want to try for 2,000 times?” I ask her, “Or better yet, do you want an even longer toilet suspension?” “No sir,” she quickly answers. I also give her a week of detention – perhaps not the worst of punishments considering everything else, but having a longer school day due to detention takes on new meaning for a girl who’s already been in school all day without being allowed to use the girls’ room.

“Make sure you clean out those loaded panties,” Miss Mars advises Tonya. “The longer the mess sits in them, the more it dries out and makes the panties harder to clean,” she explains to the crying figure skater, “You’d better be careful or you’re going to be stuck with messy stains in those panties.” “I already have stains in all my panties now,” Tonya explains, “Since I’ve been on toilet suspension I’ve messed in every pair of panties that I own.”

Her rival Nancy, who is with us this afternoon serving a 2-day detention from yesterday when one of her enormous bowel movements clogged the toilet in the Main Corridor girls’ room – it’s rather amazing the enormity of the bowel movements that skinny girls have sometimes -- beams a broad smile at seeing Tonya get punished yet again. Wisely though, already having to write 200 times “I will not clog the toilet in the girls’ room again”, she refrains from calling out in glee at her rival’s plight – she’d rather not get a 500 times punishment added to that. She just sits there quietly smiling as she writes.

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

Just as I’m about to bring my gavel down on this afternoon’s session of the TVPC, I note Dr. Flower walking quickly into the committee room and seeking my attention. Dr. Flower is a brand new Science teacher at our school, teaching astrophysics and other advanced Science classes as well as one class of Basic Astronomy. I understand that she’s a brilliant teacher who is doing quite well teaching the advanced classes, but is having some problems relating to the less academic minded students in Basic Astronomy. I suspect many of those students are more interested in their social lives than in THE BIG BANG THEORY or whatever else she is trying to teach. I assume that Dr. Flower is here to present a toilet violation case, so I put down my gavel and motion for her to take the podium.

Pausing a moment before presenting her case, I next notice that a girl named Six, a cute and talkative junior, slowly entering the committee room. Walking rather slowly and noticeably bowlegged and looking very uncomfortable as she walks, I pretty much already know what this case is going to be about. “Panty-Soiling?” I ask the very pretty but bookish looking Dr. Flower. “Yes sir, Mr. Chairman,” Dr. Flower answers, “And it’s quite a large panty-soiling at that.” “I really didn’t think a girl of Six’s size could do a bowel movement that large, but there it is,” Dr. Flower adds, “I guess things like this can happen when girls try to hold it in too long rather than going to the bathroom like they should.” Apparently, Six’s accident happened just moments ago while Six was serving a long detention with Dr. Flower for talking in class – specifically her Basic Astronomy class during 5th period this afternoon.

“Panty-Soiling, Six?” I ask her – the tight red spandex pants that she’s wearing only highlight the enormous load in her panties underneath. “Yes sir,” she answers. “Yes sir, I did it – OBVIOUSLY,” she tells us, “But this time it really wasn’t my fault.” Six has had a handful of accidents (some of each variety) throughout her high school career – not so many that it would indicate a genuine problem with using the girls’ room in school but enough that she’s quite a familiar face to the TVPC and its readers. Most of the accidents it seems are just the end result of her careless and inattentive attitude toward her bodily functions and in spite of her claiming that it’s not her fault, this one seems more of the same. “So it’s not your fault that you’ve done that big load in your panties?” I ask her, “Would you care to tell us whose fault it is then?” Obviously, I pretty much know the answer she’s going to give, but I have to ask the question anyway.

“It’s Dr. Flower’s fault,” Six tells us matter-of-factly, “She’s the one that didn’t let me go to the girls’ room.” “I know that I’m the one that’s going to get punished for this,” Six acknowledges, “But I just want you and everyone else to know it wasn’t my fault.” “I asked to go to the girls’ room a bunch of times,” she adds, “But Dr. Flower wouldn’t let me. The very strict Science teacher takes the comments all in stride. “Oh! – It’s my fault?” she asks Six with a smile, “It’s my fault you couldn’t control yourself and you did that big bowel movement in your panties?” “Is it also my fault that you got yourself detention for talking in class AGAIN?” she continues, “And I don’t suppose that you went to the girls’ room before coming to detention – Was that my fault, too?”

“OK – It’s my fault that I got detention – I guess I deserved detention for talking in class,” Six acknowledges, “But you still could have let me go to the girls’ room when I asked.” “You knew that I really had to go bad,” Six continues, “But you just made me stay there writing those stupid sentences on the blackboard.” Do you know how hard it is to hold it in when you’re standing up?” she adds. Apparently, Six’s detention punishment was having to write “I will not talk in Dr. Flower’s class again” 200 times on the blackboard – and knowing Dr. Flower, Six was going to have to write it all this afternoon before she could go home. “You remind me of my friend BLOSSOM – You look just like her and you’re smart like her,” Six quips, “But you’re nothing like her because you’re so mean.” Once again, she takes the angry comments from her panty-soiled student in stride.

“You act like this is the first time that you’ve ever had detention with me,” she tells Six, “But we both know that that’s far from true.” “You obviously know what my detentions are like – You know the rules,” Dr. Flower continues, “You know very well that when you’re in detention with me, you’re not going anywhere until you finish your punishment assignment.” “You know very well that you need to take care of your business in the girls’ room BEFORE detention,” she adds. “It took you an hour and a half to write 100 times on the blackboard the last time you had detention with me,” the strict Science teacher points out, “And this time I already told you it was going to be 200 times.” “You knew that you were going to be stuck in detention for the long haul,” she tells Six, “But you didn’t bother to go to the girls’ room beforehand, did you?”

“OK – I didn’t go to the girls’ room right before I came to detention,” Six acknowledges, “But that’s only because I didn’t have to go then.” “Really Six?” Dr. Flower asks, “You mess in your panties less than hour into detention and you’re trying to tell me that you didn’t have to go AT ALL beforehand?” “And obviously we’re not talking about only a little bit, either,” she adds. “Well, I didn’t have to go that bad beforehand,” Six answers, “It wasn’t like I had an emergency or anything – I didn’t have an emergency until later and then you wouldn’t let me go.”

“So you DID have to go before detention, but you didn’t bother to go to the girls’ room because you didn’t have to go bad?” she continues questioning the poor, panty-loaded junior, “And you still want to make us believe that your accident is my fault?” “You know it wouldn’t have happened at all, if you’d have just gone to the girls’ room when you had to,” the articulate Science teacher points out. I can see that Six is struggling for something to say as she looks blindly around the room, but finds it hard to answer her teacher’s criticism. “Your friend BLOSSOM isn’t here to speak for you this time, Six,” Dr. Flower says of Six’s decidedly more articulate best friend – a comment that seems a bit over the top if you ask me. “It still wouldn’t have happened if you’d have just let me go to the girls’ room when I asked,” Six finally answers – although, I think even she understands by now that she’s got no one but herself to blame for the messy contents of her panties.

“You are old enough to be responsible for your own bodily functions,” I tell Six, “And that includes taking care of your bathroom business when those needs arise and not putting it off until later like you did this afternoon.” “Shame on You, Six!” I add, “Shame on you for having the accident in the first place and shame on you for trying to blame it on your teacher.”

Moving on to her punishment, I consider that it’s only her 2nd such accident of the school year (she also has a loitering in the girls’ room offense), but I also note how severe the mess is. Quite Frankly, had she been wearing her usual tight jeans instead of the spandex she has on, I wonder if that load would have actually split her pants. Accordingly, I sentence the poor girl to serve 3 days in detention and to write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 300 times. Actually, that load is bad enough that I could have given her more (perhaps even having her report to girls’ room and clean it all up in school right now), but I figure she’s been punished enough today. She still has to go back with Dr. Flower and finish her 200 times on the blackboard – an assignment that will likely take her another 2 ½ hours or so to finish. And writing on the blackboard is hard enough normally – having to do it with an enormous load in her panties like Six has got just makes it excruciating.

So concludes another session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee. Meeting adjourned at 4:02 PM.

[spandexman]

Love the red spandex pants

Another great report. Dr. Flowers needs to be watched. Thanks.

[TheSnacks]

Great posts again! I especially loved the shout out to NCIS. I love that show (and Abby).