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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 May 8, 2012.

    Just as I’m about to begin this afternoon’s session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC), I take note that one of the girls arrived in the committee room just after the bell rang. Before she takes her seat along “Defendants’ Row” (where the girls sit as they wait for their case to be called), I call her to podium. I am quite surprised to see that the girl is Carly – a very pretty, sophomore brunette. I’m certainly surprised that she would be late for the TVPC, but it’s even more surprising to see her accused of a toilet violation in the first place. This straight-A honor student has a spotlessly clean disciplinary record – both as to toilet-related matters and as to non toilet-related matters.

    “I know that you’ve never been here before but I assume you know that the session begins promptly at 3:10,” I tell Carly, “And I assume that you know that there are consequences for being late.” “Yes sir, I understand,” she answers, “I’m sorry for being late.” “I was in the girls’ room and I was doing an um -- #2,” Carly explains, “I was trying to hurry up, but I really did have to go a lot and I guess it took longer than I expected.” Obviously, I believe her and that’s a pretty good excuse, but I still have to give her a punishment. I assign her to write “I will not be late for the TVPC again” 100 times and to serve an hour of detention. “Yes sir,” she says, looking at least somewhat relieved that her punishment wasn’t worse.

    As the pretty Carly takes a seat along Defendants’ Row next to her best friend Sam, I cannot help but notice a broad smile on Sam’s face. That seems like an odd reaction to her friend being punished so I ask Sam about that. To say the least, Sam’s disciplinary record is pretty much the polar opposite of Carly’s – not so much as to toilet-related matters, but the impetuous, blonde-haired Sam is pretty much a regular in the Principal’s detention room. In fact, she’d be there right now (just starting the second week of a 2 week detention sentence for her disrespectful attitude) if not for her appearance before the TVPC today. “I can’t believe Carly just got a punishment,” Sam says, in reference to her smiling reaction, “I didn’t think I was ever going to see that happen.” Carly just flashes her friend a look.

    “I wish you told me you were going to the girls’ room,” Sam tells Carly as the pretty blonde squirms in her seat uncomfortably, “I really have to pee.” “You always have to pee,” Carly tells Sam, “Why didn’t you just go before – You don’t need me to go to the girls’ room with you, do you?” Sam apparently has no answer to that because she just shrugs her shoulders. “Can I go to the girls’ room?” Sam asks me, “I really have to pee.” “Well, I assume that you CAN!” I tell her sarcastically. But Sam doesn’t get it and starts toward the door before a TVPC staffer stops her. “That just means that you know how to use the toilet,” Carly explains to her friend, “You’re supposed to say ‘MAY I go to the girls’ room?’” “O.K. – MAY I go to the girls’ room?” Sam asks, “You know, I still have to pee.” “That’s indeed the proper way to ask,” I tell Sam. “NO! – You may NOT go to the girls’ room,” I answer. “UGGGGGGHHHHH!” she groans, “I really have to pee.” “All the more reason that you should have gone before,” I tell her, “For your sake, I really hope that you can hold it until today’s session is over.” “I hope so, too,” Sam says, as she crosses her legs tightly, “I hope so, too.”

    As I take another look at “Defendant’s Row”, I note many familiar faces but I also note 2 girls that don’t even go to our school. I recognize the uniforms the 2 girls are wearing as belonging to Chilton Academy – an elite private school nearby. When I look around and see Miss Bliss – the advisor to our school’s Student Council – I know exactly what’s going on here.

    “Is it Student Council Exchange Day again, Miss Bliss?” I ask her. “Yes sir, Mr. Chairman,” she answers, “And we’re back here at the TVPC again, just like last year.” Student Council Exchange Day is when we have girls from other schools spend the day here as students of our school. One day next month, a few of our girls will spend the day as students at Chilton Academy over there on GILMORE Avenue. It’s something we do every year, but unfortunately – just as it did last year – the day is going to end with an appearance before the TVPC.

    One of the 2 Chilton Academy girls, I recognize as Rory, a quiet but quite beautiful honor student. She visited our school on Student Council Exchange Day last year and ended up before the TVPC with a pretty nasty doubleheader accident under her Chilton uniform skirt. Apparently, the girls’ rooms at our school aren’t quite up to the standard that Rory is used to at Chilton and she has refused to use them. That’s how she ended up before the TVPC last year and that’s what brings her back again this year. The other girl is Rory’s friend and fellow Chilton Academy student council officer Paris, an outspoken and sometimes pushy blonde. This is obviously Paris’s first ever appearance before our beloved TVPC. She questions whether our school toilet rules are even applicable to her. “I’m not even a student at your school,” she reasons. “You were a student at our school today,” I point out to her, “And while you are a student at our school, you are subject to our toilet rules and to the jurisdiction of the TVPC.” Rory nods her head in agreement as this is all familiar to her. We had this same discussion about her last year and we discovered the rules of the TVPC did indeed apply to girls who were guests at our school.

    But while Rory did have to face the TVPC last year and plead “Guilty” to her doubleheader accident – a big load in her panties and a rather voluminous wetting accident that thoroughly soaked her uniform skirt, her embarrassment (and I suppose her discomfort) was all that she faced. It was, after all, her first accident of the school year and her first toilet offense of the school year, so all she got from the TVPC was a warning. And as this would only be her first accident and first toilet violation of this new school year, a warning is all that she faces this year. “I only get a warning since this is my first offense this year, right?” Rory asks, not really smiling, but speaking pretty confidently. I nod my head “yes” as does Miss Bliss. As much as it frustrates me not to be able to punish Rory for this, I think it frustrates Miss Bliss even worse.

    “At least she only wet herself this year,” Miss Bliss reports, a tinge of sarcasm in her voice, “At least she spared us from the messy stuff like last year.” “But I don’t suppose that she actually did that particular function in one of toilets,” our Student Council advisor continues, “I’m pretty sure that we just got lucky in that she just didn’t have to do that particular function while she was with us today.” “And I guess you can say that she was more prepared this year than last year,” Miss Bliss adds, “She even wore a diaper so her skirt wouldn’t get wet.” Embarrassed by the vivid description provided by Miss Bliss, Rory just nods her head “yes.” “I did that function before I left home this morning,” Rory acknowledges, “So I only had to pee while I was here today.” “URINATE!” I tell her, “The proper term is ‘URINATE’ – Don’t they teach you the proper words for your bodily functions over at Chilton.”

    “Apparently, they don’t,” Miss Bliss chimes in, “Wait until you get a look at what Paris is charged with.” Looking ahead a bit, I’m happy to note that the pretty blonde apparently doesn’t share her friend’s disdain for our girls’ room facilities. Or at least she doesn’t share enough disdain that she’s willing to go in her pants rather than use them. And it was her frustration with Rory’s refusal to use the girls’ rooms at our school that has landed Paris before the TVPC today.

    “We were in the cafeteria today at lunchtime,” Paris tells us, “I had just been to the girls’ room but Rory refused to come with me.” “But I could tell that Rory really had to go and was about to wet herself,” she continues, “That’s when I said what I guess I shouldn’t have said.” Miss Bliss then explains that Paris told Rory, “If you have to take a piss just go to the girls’ room and do it.” Miss Bliss then further explains that when Rory still refused to go to the girls’ room, Paris then told her, “The girls’ rooms aren’t so bad – I even took a shit in there just now.” That, of course, constitutes “Use of Profanity to Refer to Bodily Functions” and Paris is so charged. “You do know the proper terminology for those bodily functions, don’t you?” I ask her. “Yes sir,” she tells me, “Its urination and its defecation.” “That’s correct,” I tell the outspoken young lady, “And around here, that’s what proper young ladies do – they certainly don’t piss and they certainly don’t shit.” “Yes sir – we’re supposed to use the proper terminology over at Chilton, too,” she tells me, “I guess I just lost my head and said those other things without thinking.”

    “You’ll write ‘urinate’ 250 times and you’ll write ‘defecate’ 250 times,” I tell Paris and announce for the record, “You have 1 week to hand that in or it gets doubled.” She takes her punishment in stride but still finds it wrong that she’s being punished and Rory is not. “I know that my punishment is not so bad,” she acknowledges, “But I only said all that because I wanted Rory to go the girls’ room instead of going in that stupid diaper she was wearing.” “I went in the girls’ room like I was supposed to and I end up getting punished,” she argues, “But Rory just sits there and lets it all out in her diaper and the only thing she gets is a warning.” “I can’t believe you just refused to go in the girls’ room,” she says to her friend Rory, “It’s not what we’re used to at Chilton but it’s still better than going in our pants.” “I can’t believe that you’d put on a diaper and just let yourself go in the diaper,” she rambles on to her friend and fellow Student Council officer, “Don’t you think we’re way too old to be doing that.” “I can’t believe that you could just sit there in the cafeteria and urinate like that,” Paris continues, “Even if I put on a diaper, I still don’t think I could just urinate in my clothes like that – I couldn’t just let it go if I wasn’t sitting on a toilet at the time.”

    Paris may have been rambling on a bit, but her comments raise a few eyebrows in committee room. “Are you saying that Rory did this on purpose?” I ask her. “That’s why she was wearing the diaper,” Paris explains, apparently thinking that was obvious. “She knew from last year that she wasn’t going to use the toilets here, “ she continues, “This way she could just go in the diaper and not get her skirt wet.” “She was really happy to defecate at home this morning so she wouldn’t have to do that at school today,” she points out, “But she knew that there was no way she was going to hold it in all day with urinating.” “I still don’t want to believe that she’d have actually messed in the diaper on purpose,” she adds, “But then again, I didn’t want to believe that she’d wet in it on purpose, either.” This is an important point because, as fans of the TVPC surely know, purposely going in your pants is more serious than just having an accident and while a girl’s first accident of the school year goes unpunished, doing it on purpose is not an accident.

    “Is this true, Rory?” I ask the light haired brunette, “Did you urinate in your diaper on purpose?” She looks at me puzzled – like a deer caught in the headlights at this sudden development. “Is this true, Rory?” I ask her again, “Was this not actually an accident like we previously thought?” Once again, the usually articulate senior honor student is left with nothing to say. Finally, with the cold eyes of the TVPC upon her, Rory nods her head “yes.” “I really did have an emergency – I really had to go bad,” she explains, fighting back tears, “I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to hold it in much longer, so I just went.” That’s what the diaper is for,” she adds, “I didn’t want to wet all over my skirt and everything like I did last year.”

    All I can do is shake my head. “But the first accident just gets a warning and no punishment, right?” Rory asks. “That’s right,” I tell her. “Your first ACCIDENT every year just gets a warning,” I explain further, “But unfortunately it isn’t an accident when you do it on purpose.” “You’re not entitled to get off with a warning when you go in your pants on purpose,” I tell her, “In fact, you automatically get extra punishment when you do that.” I look over and see that Miss Bliss is smiling. She is obviously very happy that this girl is finally – after a particularly nasty doubleheader accident last year and a diaper wetting this year – going to get the punishment she deserves.

    “Refusing to use the girls’ room has consequences,” I explain to Rory, “And you’re about to finally experience those consequences.” First, I sentence her to write 500 times, “I will not wet my pants or my diaper in school again.” “F-F-F-F Five hundred times?” she asks as she breaks down in tears, “That’ll take forever to finish.” “It better not take more than a week,” I tell her, “Because if it’s not done in 1 week, you get it doubled.” I also sentence her to 1 week of detention. Again she looks at me puzzled. “What? – Don’t they have detentions over at Chilton?” I ask her. “We have detentions,” Paris chimes in, “It’s just that Rory never got one before.” “Well, you have a week of them now,” I tell Rory, “One hour after school with us, every day for a week.”

    Obviously, though, this presents a problem as to how Rory is going to serve detention here after going to school at Chilton all day. “You’ll just have to get here every day after you’re done at Chilton,” I tell her. But she asks, “Isn’t there anything else I can do instead of all those trips here after school?” “Well, if you’d prefer, I’ll allow you to serve all 5 of your hours in one Saturday detention session,” I offer, “The TVPC doesn’t have Saturday detentions, but our Principal has them and I can arrange for you to serve your time that way.” “But then again, you’ll have to be here for 5 hours straight that way,” I point out, “Don’t you think you’ll have to use the girls’ room during that time?” “I’ll take the 1 hour a day for a week,” Rory quickly answers, “I’ll make sure that I go to the bathroom over at Chilton before I come here.” In closing, I can’t help but note that this 2 girls really seem to have a strange friendship – one in which each girl has managed today to get the other one in trouble.

    For the second day in a row, Gwen, a tall and pretty sophomore blonde, is called before the TVPC. Yesterday, she was here for panty-soiling – a rather disgraceful and shameful 6th such offense in the current school year. As a 6th accident offense (and she also has offenses for having bowel movements in a faculty bathroom and the nurse’s office bathroom), she was required to clean up her accident in the girls’ room in detention yesterday afternoon. And, as is customary with girls who have to clean up their accidents in school, Gwen was required to wear those same cleaned-out panties to school today. She is before the TVPC again because she wore a different pair of panties to school today.

    “Did I not make myself clear, young lady?” I ask Gwen angrily, “Did I not make it clear that you were to wear those same panties to school today?” “Yes sir,” she answers dejectedly. “Did Mrs. Duncan also tell you that you had to wear those panties to school today?” I ask her, “Did she explain to you that that was your incentive to clean your panties thoroughly?” Mrs. Duncan was the teacher in charge of supervising Gwen’s mess cleaning punishment in the girls’ room yesterday. “Yes sir – She told me that,” the smart but self-conscious sophomore answers. With that I give her the opportunity to try to explain why she didn’t comply with that part of her punishment and wear the panties today. All she can offer by way of explanation, though, is that she didn’t get a chance to do laundry last night.

    “I really don’t care if you had time to do your laundry or not,” I tell her, a tinge of anger in my voice, “You cleaned those panties out in the girls’ room yesterday, and as far as I’m concerned that should have been enough to wear them today.” “Put them in the laundry or don’t put them in the laundry – I don’t care!” I lecture her, “But when the TVPC tells you to wear a certain pair of panties, you’d better do it!” “Yes sir,” she says, “I’m sorry, sir.” “Violating a TVPC punishment is a serious matter,” I tell her angrily, “And those foolish enough to do that will always suffer the consequences.”

    “Accordingly, you’ll spend the next 2 days on toilet suspension,” I tell her and announce for the record. I then give it a moment to sink in. “What?” she asks in disbelief. “You’re getting 2 days on toilet suspension,” I tell her again, “For the next 2 days you will not use any school bathroom for any reason.” When it finally does sink in, she begs me to reconsider. But I remain firm in setting her punishment – as I said, violating a TVPC punishment like she did, is a serious matter. “You’ll wear the same panties that you’re wearing today throughout your toilet suspension,” I explain further, “And you’ll also wear them to school on the first day you get your toilet privileges back.” She looks at me in horror not only at the prospect of a toilet suspension but wearing the same panties throughout – panties that are not likely to remain clean and dry while she has to go all day for 2 days not using the toilet in school.

    Another part of her punishment for yesterday’s panty-soiling was 2 weeks of detention and 3 weeks of her 3rd period study hall sitting on the toilet. “Obviously you won’t be sitting on the toilet in school for the next 2 days,” I explain to her, “Those punishments will be postponed until you finish your toilet suspension.” “You’ll have regular detention for the next 2 days instead,” I decree and note for the record, “And for the next 2 days, you’ll report to study hall and stand in the corner instead.” “When the TVPC gives you a punishment, I expect you to do it,” I remind her again, “Unfortunately, that’s a lesson you’re going to be learning the hard way.” That last point is driven home by a TVPC staffer placing the dreaded red wristband on Gwen’s wrist. That wristband, of course, is an indicator of a girl on toilet suspension.

  • #2
    Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

    Now moving on to Carly (whom we punished earlier for being late) and her friend and cohort Sam, I call those 2 girls to the podium. They are both charged with teasing another girl about wetting and messing her pants. This appears to be a single incident in which Carly and Sam are jointly charged. “I’m very surprised to see you involved with something like this, Carly,” I tell the pretty honor student, “I’m certainly very disappointed in you.” As for Sam, however, I cannot say that I’m surprised at all. She even has a prior offense of bathroom teasing – that time teasing a girl named Teddy who was doing a particularly large and apparently particularly smelly bowel movement in the open stalled toilet in the girls’ locker room.

    “This all goes back to that video that has been circulating about Libby,” reports Miss Spellman, a Math teacher, who has filed the Violation Reports in this case, “You know, that video where Libby is going both ways in her pants while scrubbing the toilet.” For those that might not be familiar with that video, I urge you to read the minutes of our companion TVPC. Recently, they dealt with a case where a girl named Sabrina was accused of recording her rival Libby while Libby was serving both a toilet suspension and cleaning girls’ room toilets. That’s a particularly unpleasant combination of punishments as the girl is forced to clean toilets that she is forbidden to use while desperately trying to keep control of her bodily functions. But it was a punishment certainly well deserved by Libby who intentionally did a bowel movement on the girls’ room floor in the hopes that Sabrina would have to clean it up. Suffice to say, it was Libby that had to clean up that disgusting mess, as well. Sabrina was accused of retaliation by recording Libby as she went about cleaning our toilets while she suffered with urine soaking her panties and rolling down her legs and a bowel movement slowly but steadily building in those panties. The accusation was that Sabrina made that video and then started circulating it all around school to embarrass Libby. But due to the great investigatory work of our companion TVPC, it was revealed that Libby actually recorded herself and tried to frame Sabrina for doing it. My compliments also go out to our companion TVPC for quite properly extending all of Libby’s punishments and giving her another 1,000 sentences to write.

    But turning back to the case against Carly and Sam, I ask Miss Spellman to continue. “Well, Carly has this show on the internet where she and Sam show videos and stuff,” the very pretty, blonde-haired Math teacher reports, “And they put that clip of Libby on the show for everyone to see.” “They even showed a close-up of the urine running down Libby’s legs and the bulge forming in her panties under her CHEERLEADING SKIRT,” she reports further, “And, of course, they were laughing at her and adding their comments.” “And, as you would expect, Sam was making the particularly nasty comments,” she adds.

    “Oh come on!” Sam calls out. “Libby had pee rolling down her legs like a river,” she says, “How can you not make fun of something like that?” “Well, you’re not exactly immune to such accidents yourself,” I remind Sam, a tinge of anger in my voice, “In fact, you’ve got 3 wetting accidents on your toilet record this school year – one of them only a month ago.” “I’ve never had one like that,” Sam quickly answers. “O.K. – I’ve peed my pants occasionally, but it’s always just a little bit,” she tells us, “I’ve never peed in my pants like that – What Libby was doing was like a waterfall!” “And I’ve certainly never done the other thing in my pants,” Sam also points out, “That’s just gross and Libby’s mess was grosser than gross!” "AND LIBBY WAS WEARING HER CHEERLEADING SKIRT, FOR PETE'S SAKE," Sam adds, "NO WAY WAS SHE GOING TO HIDE THAT KIND OF LOAD UNDER THAT SKIMPY THING."

    “I guess we thought it was alright to show the video because Libby made the recording herself,” Carly quickly chimes in, obviously trying to interrupt Sam before she gets them into even more trouble, “I guess it was kind of like Libby did it to herself, so we really didn’t see it as teasing her.” “I mean, I guess we should have known it was teasing,” Carly acknowledges, “But I guess I thought that since Libby recorded it herself, it was alright for us to use it on the webshow.” Sam nods her head in agreement, wisely letting her more articulate friend do the talking at this point.

    “Well, it wasn’t alright,” I tell Carly, “It was certainly bathroom teasing and you know very well that that’s against the rules.” “Yes, sir,” Carly says contritely, “I know now that we shouldn’t have used it on the webshow.” “And you showed the clip without even explaining that Libby was on toilet suspension,” Miss Spellman chimes in. “You showed Libby right there in the stall, right next to the toilet, going both ways in her pants,” the Math teacher points out, “You didn’t even bother to mention that she was only going in her pants because she wasn’t allowed to use the toilet.” “That video made it look like Libby was just too lazy to use the toilet, for Pete’s sake,” she adds, “And the comments you two made didn’t help the situation any.” I am a bit surprised that Miss Spellman in so adamant in her defense of Libby (Libby has frequently accused her of favoring Sabrina and hating her), but she is certainly correct. “How would you like it if someone showed a video of you going both ways in your pants and didn’t mention you were on toilet suspension?” I ask Carly, “How would you like it if someone made it look like you were just too lazy to use the toilet when you needed to?” “I wouldn’t like it all,” Carly admits, “I guess I would be really embarrassed if that were me.” “Well, I hope that you two understand now how Libby must have felt seeing that on your show,” I tell them. “I guess it’s hard to feel sorry for her after all that she’s done, but she didn’t deserve that,” I point out, “She deserved the toilet suspension and she certainly deserved the toilet cleaning punishment, but she didn’t deserve to be humiliated on your webshow like she was.”

    “I’m sorry,” Carly says again, almost to the point of tears. And, with a nudge from Carly, Sam apologizes as well. Upon questioning from me, Carly acknowledges that it was Sam’s idea to put Libby’s clip on the show, but that she takes full responsibility for it. “It’s my webshow,” Carly says, “And I agreed to put the clip on.”

    “Yes, you are indeed responsible,” I tell Carly, “And, as I said before, I’m really surprised at you.” I sentence Carly to write, “I will not tease other girls about their bathroom functions again” 250 times and also to write a 1,000 word letter of apology to Libby. “That apology will be on behalf of both you and Sam,” I tell her. And I also sentence Carly to 3 days of detention. “You’ll serve the 1 day detention today for being late before,” I point out, “And then you’ll serve out the rest of the week in detention for this.” The sufficiently chastised young lady acknowledges her punishment and apologizes again for her behavior.

    Now turning my attention to Sam, I note her prior offense for bathroom teasing. “You’ll write that sentence 500 times,” I tell her, “And you better make sure it’s all legible.” “I’m not going to accept any scribble from you,” I point out, “If I get scribble, I’m giving it right back to you and you’ll be writing it again.” “And I’m also giving you a full week of detention,” I tell the veteran of many afternoons in detention, “You’ll serve this one after you’re done with the detention from the principal.” Sam looks like she is ready to argue, but she wisely holds her tongue. Besides, if she didn’t I think Carly was going to hold it for her.

    But just as the 2 of them turn to leave the podium (Sam walking gingerly with baby steps), I notice something. Specifically, I note some dark patches on the back and on the thighs of Sam’s jeans. “Wait a minute!” I tell Sam immediately. When I ask her to turn around and step away from the podium, it becomes readily obvious what has happened here. The lower crotch of Sam’s jeans is noticeably wet. While it’s not quite soaking wet, it’s pretty clear that she has wet her pants.

    “Would you care to explain that wet spot on your pants?” I ask Sam. At first, she just looks at me puzzled as if she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. But I just ask the question again, this time pointing to the wet spot on her crotch – a wet spot that now appears slightly larger than a minute ago. “Do I really have to explain it to you?” Sam lashes back, anger evident in her voice. “I told you that I had to go – I told you that I had to pee really bad,” she says, “What do you think happens when a girl has to pee and you don’t let her go to the girls’ room to do it.” With gavel in hand, I warn Sam to watch her attitude. “You’ve already got a punishment for bathroom teasing and you’re about to get another one for wetting your pants,” I explain, “Do you really want to add yet another one for your attitude?”

    “O.K., I wet my pants – Is that what you want me to say?” Sam answers, adjusting her attitude at least a little bit, “I wet my pants and I’m wetting them even worse now.” Looking closer, I see the wet spot on her lower crotch has grown considerably and faint trails of wetness now start appearing down the inner thighs of the girls’ jeans. “I guess you’re right – This is indeed what happens when you have to go and can’t go to the girls’ room to do it,” I acknowledge her prior rant, “But it’s also what happens when a girl doesn’t think ahead and take care of those things when she does have the chance.” “And by the time a girl gets to high school, you’d think she’d be more responsible in taking care of these needs herself.” My comments just leave Sam seething.

    Having the TVPC clerk draw up a Violation Report on Sam for wetting her pants, I note that it’s her 4th such offense of this school year. I sentence her to write 400 times, “I will not wet my pants in my school again.” “Between detention with Principal and detention you just got with us earlier, I see that you’re booked for quite a while,” I note, “So instead of more detention with this, we’ll just have you sitting on the toilet during your 6th period study hall for the next 2 weeks.” I probably could also issue Sam a punishment for her questionable attitude, but I think that would really be piling it on. Sam’s not really a bad kid – she just needs to tone it down a bit sometimes.

    Just as I’m about to call the next case, the proceedings are suddenly interrupted by a loud commotion in the back of the room. In the back of the room is where we have numerous blackboards where girls sentenced to do so, stand and write their blackboard writing punishments. The commotion soon degenerates into a fight between Kourtney and Khloe – both being punished with lengthy writing assignments. As I bang my gavel to restore order, Sgt. Carter (the TVPC Sergeant-At-Arms), along with several teachers move in to break up the fight.

    I am most annoyed but certainly not surprised. Kourtney and Khloe are no strangers to fighting and fighting with each other in the girls’ room is precisely why they are in the TVPC committee room today writing sentences on the blackboard. I don’t know what’s the story with these two (who look so much alike they could be sisters!) but this feud has been going on for a while. In fact, standing at the blackboard in detention is where these girls have been for over three weeks now. They each started with a 500 times assignment for their first fight in the main corridor girls’ room. Then only a few days later (before they’d even finished half of the 500 times on the blackboard), the two of them were at it again – this time fighting just down the hall in the second floor girls’ room. For that, I simply added 1,000 times to each of the punishments. Standing at the blackboard in detention (1 hour each day) continuously writing their sentences is what these girls have been doing for the past 3 weeks or so. Both girls have finished the original 500 times by now, but a quick check of the records tells me that Kourtney still has 480 to write on the 1,000 times while Khloe has 570 to go.

    “I’m sick of this feud between the two of you,” I admonish them in an angry tone, “And until you two learn to cease hostilities with each other, standing at those blackboards writing sentences is where you are going to be.” “When the two of you finish your current 1,000 times assignments, you can each get started on another 1,000 times,” I tell them. It generates an audible groan from each of them. Writing on the blackboard is hard work (it’s a lot harder than just writing the sentences on paper) and with what these girls have already written and now with what they still have to write, this punishment must seem endless to them. “GOOD!” I think to myself, “Punishment is supposed to be unpleasant and these two deserve it more than most.” Still, I wonder if it’s enough to finally teach these two young “ladies” the proper lesson.

    With a stern look, I ask Kourtney how this particular altercation started. “It’s bad enough I’m stuck here in detention every day writing these stupid sentences,” she tells us, “But now, Khloe is really stinking up the place.” “I smell something and I look around,” Kourtney tells us, oddly with a smile, “And I realize that Khloe’s done a big load in her pants and boy, does she stink.” Her comment draws some giggling from the girls in the room and she beams a broad sarcastic smile to her enemy. “I’m on toilet suspension, what do you expect me to do,” Khloe snaps back at her, “How would you like it if you had to go and weren’t allowed to use the toilet.” In addition to Khloe’s punishment for fighting, she is also serving a 3 week toilet suspension for smoking in the girls’ room. Looking at her, I can indeed see a lump, from the no doubt sizeable load in her panties, in the back of her somewhat tight fitting jeans. That is a nice compliment to the large wet spot clearly visible in the front and the crotch.

    As to the fight, apparently some comments were made about the smell, some comments were returned and it all went downhill from there. Quite frankly, I’m not really interested in all the details as both girls are quite clearly at fault. Khloe’s comments do, however, give me an idea. “Kourtney, I’m glad that you think that Khloe’s toilet suspension is so amusing,” I tell her, my sarcasm intending to match hers, “Because now, you’ll also be doing 3 weeks on toilet suspension.” In a fashion typical of the hatred these two have for each other, Khloe beams a broad sarcastic smile at her enemy and sticks out her tongue. “I wouldn’t be so happy, either,” I tell Khloe, “Because you’re getting 3 more weeks tacked onto yours.”

    After carefully explaining to them the rules of a toilet suspension and warning them of the consequences for violating the suspension or for having another fight, I ask them if they’ve got any more comments for each other or for me. These two aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed, but even they know better than to say anything now. I set them back to the task of writing on their blackboards and I get back to the TVPC agenda
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    • #3
      Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

      It’s always a pleasure to have the very lovely Miss Mars bring a case to the TVPC. And today the every vigilant gym teacher brings us 2 cases. One case is Cordelia, a dark-haired senior, who is charged with teasing a girl named Barbara over her soiled panties. And the other case, of course, is Barbara for soiling her panties in the first place. Cordelia, while having good toilet habits herself, is certainly no ANGEL when it comes to getting along with other girls. Barbara, on the other hand, is likeable and easy to get along with, but when it comes to using the toilet in school, she just takes it ONE DAY AT A TIME.

      “All this happened in the girls’ locker room before 5th period gym class today,” Miss Mars reports. “I was there in the locker room monitoring the toilets – Looking for possible violations,” she reports, “Then all of a sudden I hear a commotion over by the lockers.” “I hear laughing and teasing and I hear another girl crying,” Miss Mars says, “So I went over to check it out.” “Barbara was the one doing the crying,” she points out, “And it was obvious that she had a pretty bad mess in her panties.” “A lot of girls were laughing at Barbara’s messed panties,” Miss Mars continues, “But Cordelia was clearly the ringleader.” “Cordelia was the one calling Barbara names and making her cry,” she adds.

      “Well, what do you expect!” Cordelia quickly answers back, “The girl’s got a big load in her underwear and you expect people not to make fun of her.” “I don’t only expect it, I demand it!” I tell her angrily, “And I enforce it with punishment for those that do the teasing.” “Well, I’m sorry then,” Cordelia says, although I doubt that she really means it, “But when a girl our age takes a dump in her panties instead of a toilet, I think you have to expect she’s going to get teased a little.” “I mean, she’s changing right there by the lockers – Out in the open where we could all see her,” Cordelia explains, “Like she doesn’t think we’re going to notice that there’s this big brown blob in the back of her panties.” “At least go to the bathroom and change in the privacy of one of the stalls,” she suggests to Barbara, “You have to be stupid to think that no one is going to notice a big smelly dump in your panties when you change with everyone else.”

      “I couldn’t go over to the bathroom stalls,” Barbara answers, a tinge of anger (or at least frustration) in her voice, “Didn’t you hear Miss Mars say she was guarding the toilets.” “I’d have to be really, REALLY stupid to think that Miss Mars wasn’t going to notice it,” Barbara continues, “She knows it’s a dead giveaway when a girl takes her clothes into a stall to change.” Miss Mars smiles and nods her head in agreement with that. “Why do you think she monitors the toilets like that,” Barbara adds.

      Asking Barbara what happened, the pretty and very friendly, but also self-conscious sophomore says that she had the accident in her pants during 4th period Math class earlier that day. “I didn’t want to do it in the Main Corridor girls’ room across from my Math class,” Barbara explains, “There’s always other people in there so I was holding it in, so I could wait and use a different girls’ room.” “Really, Barbara?” I ask her skeptically, “You’re not really trying to tell me that it just happened while you were trying to hold it in during that class.” “You had to go before you even got to Math class, didn’t you?” I ask her, “You had already been holding it in for a while before that, weren’t you?” “Yes sir,” she reluctantly admits. “You had Biology the period before that,” I point out to her, “I guess you didn’t want to use the Science Wing girls’ room, either?” She doesn’t actually answer, but the question was more rhetorical than anything else. “And did you have to go during Band class even before that?” I ask her. “Yes sir,” she admits, with her eyes now welling up with tears. “And I suppose you didn’t want to use the girls’ room down by the Auditorium, either?” I ask her further. “Yes sir,” she answers again, bowing her head in shame. “It seems that you don’t like to use any of our girls’ rooms – at least when it comes to having a bowel movement,” I continue, pointing out the obvious. “You weren’t really holding it in to use a different girls’ room, were you?” I ask, “You were just going to keep holding it in no matter how bad you had to go? – You were just going to keep holding it in until it came out in your panties, weren’t you?” With that, Barbara just completely breaks down in tears. “I just want to do my bowel movements at home,” the very beautiful and self-conscious sophomore tells us through her tears, “I just can’t stand having to do them at school.”

      With that, I notice Cordelia rolling her eyes and smiling. “She won’t even go in the toilet when she knows it’s an emergency and she’s about to go in her pants,” Cordelia chimes in, “And you still don’t think that she deserves to be made fun of.” Hearing that, I just bang my gavel angrily at her. “I’ve already had about all I’m going to take from you,” I tell her angrily, “Unless you want a second charge of teasing her, you’d be wise to keep your mouth shut.”

      Moving on, I ask Barbara to explain what happened in the locker room. “Well, I had to change for gym and I knew the mess was in my panties,” she says, “And as I said, Miss Mars was guarding the stalls, so I couldn’t change in there.” “I was trying to change in the locker room without anyone noticing it,” she continues, “But I guess Cordelia noticed it.” “She saw the back of my underwear and she starts pointing and laughing,” Barbara recounts, “And then she shouted out ‘Barbara shit her pants’ for the whole locker room to hear.”

      “Is that true?” I ask Cordelia, “Is that what you said. The quite full of herself senior nods her head “yes.” “Well then, let’s get another Violation Report written up on Cordelia,” I tell the TVPC clerk, “The charge is ‘Using Profanity to Refer to Bodily Functions’.” Hearing that, she lets out an audible groan, but wisely keeps her mouth shut. “Then everyone comes over and starts looking at the back of my panties and laughing,” Barbara recounts, crying anew, “And Cordelia started calling me ‘poopy pants’, ‘stinky butt’, and saying that I should have to wear a diaper.” “She was calling me all kinds of stuff,” Barbara reports, through her tears, “And she didn’t stop until Miss Mars came over and started yelling at her.”

      To say that I’m outraged at Cordelia’s conduct doesn’t quite do it justice and it’s more than apparent she still doesn’t think she’s done anything wrong. “I don’t care if you think Barbara deserves it or not,” I yell at her, “Around here we don’t make fun of girls who have accidents.” “And that’s a lesson you better learn right now if you know what’s good for you,” I lecture her. “Yes sir,” she answers contritely, now suddenly aware of just how much trouble she is in. She is sentenced to write Barbara a 2,500 word letter of apology as well as to write 500 times, “I will not tease other girls about their bathroom functions including when they have accidents.” “That’s a really long sentence!” Cordelia points out, “I have to write that 500 times and also write a 2,500 apology essay?” “Yes you do,” I tell her matter-of-factly, “And you also have to write the phrase ‘Bowel Movement’ 1,000 times.” The latter punishment, of course, is for using the profane word “shit” in reference to having a bowel movement. “You’ll also have to serve a week of detention,” I continue, “And you can consider yourself lucky I’m not making you stand in the corner with a sign on your back.” “Yes sir,” she answers dejectedly, now with the tears welling up in her eyes as she contemplates her punishment ahead. “Don’t EVER let me catch you do something like this again,” I warn her, “I can all but guarantee you’ll be going on toilet suspension if you do.” “Then you can experience what it’s like to mess in your panties,” I point out, “And perhaps you’ll get to experience what it’s like to be made fun of for it.”

      Turning my attention to Barbara, she is certainly a more sympathetic case, but she doesn’t deserve much sympathy, either. This is her 3rd panty-soiling of the school year and while that isn’t all that bad (it certainly isn’t good but it’s not too bad), it doesn’t really tell the full story of Barbara’s atrocious toilet habits in school. The only reason that she doesn’t have more accident violations in school is not that she actually does bowel movements in the school girls’ rooms sometimes, but how she manages to avoid doing that. I can only shake my head as I read Barbara’s lengthy list of previous toilet violations this year. “Sneaking into a faculty bathroom and twice sneaking off campus to use the bathroom,” I remind the sophomore beauty, “And once skipping detention from one of your accidents to avoid having another accident.” “And that’s all in addition to the 3 times that you’ve now actually gone in your panties and the one time you clogged the toilet while trying to clean yourself up in the girls’ room,” I continue, “It’s a record that you really should be ashamed of.”

      Through her tears, Barbara assures us that she is indeed ashamed of her toilet record, but at the same time explains that she just doesn’t like to go “that way” anyplace but at home. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles as the tears roll down her cheeks, “I know I should be going in the girls’ room, but I just can’t.” Looking over her toilet record again – a record that also includes 7 accidents in her panties last year – I wonder if she’s ever done a bowel movement in the girls’ room at school. “I’ve done it in school a few times,” she answers, “I try to make myself go at school when I need to, but usually I just can’t.” “Usually I just try to hold it in until I get home,” she admits. “Well, obviously you can’t always just hold it in that long,” I point out, “That messy load you’ve got in your pants now is certainly proof of that.” “Obviously, you need to try harder,” I suggest, “And by that I mean you need to try harder to make yourself go at school when you need to.”

      “I know you have to punish me for that and I guess it’s going to have be kind of bad,” Barbara acknowledges. “But can you please not tell my mom about this,” she begs, “Please, just whatever you do, please just don’t tell my mom I had another accident.” But all I can do is shake my head at that suggestion. “You know very well that we send notices home for all toilet violations,” I explain to a very desperate Barbara, “And you know very well that the notice has to be signed and returned to the TVPC.” That is certainly not good news for Barbara. As punishment for this – her 3rd panty-soiling offense of the school year – Barbara gets a stern sentence of having to write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 500 times, and she has to serve both a week of detention and 2 weeks of her 7th period study hall sitting on a toilet in the girls’ room. The unusually severe sentence for a 3rd panty-soiling is, of course, in recognition of her lengthy record of other toilet violations.

      “Please, I accept that I have to do those punishments,” she begs again, “I just don’t want my mom to find out – I just can’t have my mom find out about this.” “I’m sorry – but the notice will be mailed home,” I tell her again. “You know there’s always a way to prevent your mom from finding out you’ve had another accident,” I tell her, “And that’s NOT to have an accident in the first place.” “You can obviously avoid all that by just going in the toilet like you’re supposed to.” Barbara nods her head in acknowledgement of that. She obviously understands that and you get the impression that she really wants to stop going in her pants, but somehow she just keeps doing it.

      “She’s going to make me wear diapers now,” Barbara mumbles, “My mom is going to make me wear diapers now.” I and the rest of the committee look at her puzzled. “My mom is always telling me that if I can’t go in the toilet when I need to, I’m going to have to wear diapers,” she explains. “The last time it happened, she told me it was my final warning,” Barbara explains further, “She told me that if I did it again, I was going to go back in diapers and that included at school.” “I don’t want to wear to diapers to school,” she pleads, breaking down sobbing. “I’ve had to wear diapers for a weekend before and I really hated it,” she continues, “And now I’m going to have to wear them all the time and to school as well.” “Please just don’t tell my mom about this,” she begs again, “Please, sir, I’ll do anything if you just don’t send that notice home.”

      “I don’t know what to tell you, Barbara,” I tell the sweet and likeable, young lady, “I really don’t like seeing you get in trouble, but the rules are the rules.” “Obviously, you’ve got no one but yourself to blame for this,” I point out, “Maybe you SHOULD have to wear diapers to school if you’re not going to use the girls’ room. I think Barbara knows that both her mom and I are right, but I doubt it’s going to make it any easier for her. The poor girl just cries her heart out at the thought.

      Next to face the TVPC is Pam, a junior brunette with braces. The fact that she is on toilet suspension is underscored by a skirt that is noticeably wet and sporting a noticeable bulge in the back. This is her second day on toilet suspension, although apparently the first in which she’s messed in her panties in addition to wetting in them. Hopefully, this will also be the last day that she is on toilet suspension.

      She is being asked to hand in 600 times of “I will not flush sanitary napkins down the toilet in school again.” It’s her punishment (obviously!) for flushing a sanitary napkin down the toilet, but this case is not quite that simple. In fact, it was more than 2 weeks ago when Pam first appeared before the TVPC to be punished on that charge – specifically, flushing a sanitary pad down the toilet in the 2nd Floor girls’ room. It was only her first offense for that and though it wasn’t an entirely minor offense, it certainly wasn’t anything to get a girl placed on toilet suspension for. Accordingly, she was sentenced only to write 300 times “I will not flush sanitary napkins down the toilet in school again” and serve 3 days in detention. She dutifully served her detention, but a week later had not done any of her 300 times writing assignment. As fans of the TVPC surely know, punishment writing assignments are due in one week from when they are assigned. Not having completed it by its due date, Pam’s 300 times assignment now became a 600 times assignment. Also under TVPC rules, any punishment writing not done by its due date gets doubled. But when the second due date occurred, one week after the first due date, she still had not learned her lesson. This time she had completed only the original 300 times punishment, but not the additional 300 times that got added the week before.

      The poor girl then found out the hard way that the TVPC takes it very seriously when a girl still has not completed a punishment writing assignment 2 weeks after it was assigned. Once again, the 300 unfinished lines got doubled to 600 lines, but when a second due date is missed, we give the girl an extra added incentive to get her punishment done. This time the girl goes on toilet suspension until she hands in her completed punishment assignment. Accordingly, Pam has spent the last 2 days on toilet suspension and hopefully she’s been dutifully writing out those tedious 600 lines. As she stands before the TVPC this afternoon, in what looks like very wet and very soiled panties, she is holding up a thick packet of paper. It would appear that though she has learned her lesson the hard way, she had indeed learned her lesson. She not only unnecessarily got herself 2 days on toilet suspension but turned a 300 times assignment into having to write a total of 900 lines.

      When I ask her if she has her punishment completed, she nods her head “yes.” She then hands in that thick packet of paper containing 600 lines of “I will not flush sanitary napkins down the toilet in school again.” Obviously, being placed on toilet suspension and losing her privilege to use the school bathrooms, provided the incentive she needed to finally get her punishment done. Quite frankly, it always does!

      The TVPC clerk looks over the girl’s punishment writing and it appears to be in good order. I motion for a TVPC staffer, who then cuts off the girl’s red wristband – the wristband indicating a girl that’s on toilet suspension. “Your privilege to use the school bathrooms is restored immediately,” I tell her and note for the record, “But I think it would be wise to just go home as you are and deal with your mess there.” “I think the last thing you’d want to do now is try to clean that up in the girls’ room now and then find yourself back on toilet suspension for messing all over the toilet while trying to clean up in there,” I warn her.

      So concludes another session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee. Meeting adjourned at 4:00 PM.

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      • #4
        Great Report

        Loved the One Day At A Time angle. Miss my favorite spandex clad teacher though. How is Grace doing? And is Mrs. John on an undercover assignment? Thanks for keeping us informed.

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        • #5
          Nice one, as usual. I've been trying to think up a session for Carly and Sam for ages, but I couldn't think of anything! They shouldn't feel sorry for Libby--as they pointed out, she's the one that made the video AND put it online in the first place! Why should she be surprised that a webshow like iCarly would show it? It'll probably be on Tosh 2.0 next! LoL

          (By the way, Libby was wearing her cheerleading uniform in that video--correct that right now! )

          UGH, I hated Gilmore Girls! Was there really a character named Paris on there, or is that a reference to Paris Hilton? Kinda felt sorry for poor Barbara...maybe she can get that cute little sister of hers to steal the violation report before their mom gets it!

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          • #6
            Narada:

            I can't believe I missed the cheerleading skirt on Libby, but I made a change!

            The Gilmore Girls were an acquired taste. I actually hated it the first few times I saw it, but I had so many friends and family that loved it, that I kept watching and I eventually got to like it. In later years, the action focussed a little more on Rory's life at school and Paris was a classmate of hers -- a classmate who was jealous of but still friendly with Rory.

            I was hoping you'd like the iCarly segment. Lkewise, I made several attempts at writing an iCarly storyline, but just couldn't get anything right. Your video story was the absolute perfect lead-in and the story just wrote itself. I'm not sure how I'd work Tosh into the story, though.

            On One Day At A Time, Julie was the older sister and Barbara was actually the cute, younger one. I really hope that she doesn't try to do anything with the Violation Report before her mom gets it. That would only get her in more trouble.

            Thanks for kind comments and especially thanks for the great lead-in with the Libby video.

            Spandexman:

            Thank you for your kind comments as well. I just can't seem to work more of the teachers into the storylines but I'll see what I can do for next time. Thanks again.

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            • #7
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              Babbara was the younger sister on One Day at a Time? Geez, it's been forever since I've seen that show. It would be so hot seeing her in a diaper--I hope her mom follows through on her threat! Maybe one of the girls or guys could pull her jeans down while she's playing basketball and show everyon the diaper her mom forced her to wear.

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