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    Welcome to a session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) this writer’s favorite fantasy. The story takes place in a high school not unlike other high schools. In this high school, however, there are strict rules regarding the toileting behavior of the school’s female students. Those who break the school toilet rules (including the rules against going to the bathroom in your pants) are brought before the TVPC to have their cases heard and their punishment given out if they are guilty. Meetings of the TVPC are called to order at 3:10 PM each school day in the TVPC meeting room – Room 222 of the high school. It should be noted that where this story takes place you need to be 18 in order to enter high school so all persons depicted, even though entirely fictional, are at least 18 years of age.

    My name is Arnold Ziffel and I’m chairman of the TVPC. What follows are the summary minutes of the TVPC meeting of June 5, 2012.

    To open this afternoon’s session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC), we have a case from the girls’ softball team. Elaine (better known as “Lanie”), the starting second baseman and leadoff hitter, is accused of wetting her pants during the game. Of course, because this happened at a softball game, the short but very cute blonde faces more punishment than if she had merely wet herself in class. As faithful readers of the TVPC surely know, accidents and other toilet violations by those representing the school (such as softball players) are considered more serious than those occurring in school. Lanie, however, has pleaded “Not Guilty” to this offense.

    Miss Cooke, the girls’ softball coach, reacts with surprise and gives Lanie a puzzled look when she hears that plea. “What?” she asks the cute second baseman. “You wet your pants right there on the field in front of everyone,” she points out, “How can you plead ‘Not Guilty?’” “You couldn’t even hold it until we got back on the bus,” the coach continues, “You had an accident right there on the field in front of both teams, the umpires, and the fans, as well.” Actually it makes no difference whether it was on the bus or on the field, because a girl is considered to be representing the school from the moment she gets on the bus to go to the game to the moment she leaves school property after they get back. It’s just that most of these kinds of accidents do happen on the bus – no doubt after the girl has been holding it in for a long time and just can’t hold it in any longer. It is indeed unusual for a girl to actually have an accident during the game itself as she wasn’t even close to holding it in until she got back home. But, as I noted, the punishment is the same whether it happens on the bus or on the field – in both circumstances, the girl is representing the school and that means extra punishment for having an accident.

    But that’s not really the issue here. The issue is Lanie’s plea of “Not Guilty” and I ask her explain. “Yes, please explain,” her coach chimes in. “I’m not saying that I didn’t wet my pants – We all know that I did,” the blonde-haired junior explains, “I’m saying that it wasn’t my fault it happened.” “I’m just saying that I shouldn’t get punished for it,” she says, “I shouldn’t get punished at all, much less the extra punishment for wetting my pants as a softball player.” Once again, the coach looks at her puzzled and I must say that I’m quite puzzled as well.

    “You’re in high school now, young lady,” I remind her, “You are old enough to be responsible for your own bodily functions and that means not doing them in your pants.” “And you’re a member of the softball team, too,” Coach Cooke adds, “And a softball player for this school better go in the toilet instead of her pants.” “How do you think it looks to the other team when one of our girls wets her pants during a game?” the coach asks. “Probably not as bad as it looked when a girl on the other team messed in hers,” Lanie snaps back sarcastically, “And there was a girl on the other team who wet her pants, too.” “We’re not talking about the other team, we’re talking about you,” I tell her, a tinge of anger in my voice, “Just because girls on the other team have accidents, it’s no excuse for you to have one, too.”

    “Yes sir,” she responds, decidedly more contritely, “But what I mean to say, sir, is that there were no bathrooms at the field.” “They did have a pair of bathrooms there but there was some kind of plumbing problem – They were both out of order,” she points out, “There really wasn’t any place that I could go to the bathroom.” The junior cutie then goes on to claim a “Not Guilty” plea based on the TVPC’s “2-Hour Rule.” The 2-Hour Rule states that a girl is not considered guilty of wetting or soiling her pants, if she is denied access to a bathroom for 2 hours or more. As I noted before, girls in high school are responsible for the proper handling of their bodily functions and that includes holding them in when necessary. But the 2-Hour Rule recognizes that they can’t be expected to hold it in forever. Our very strict new Science teacher, Dr. Flower is known for her 3-hour detention sessions and those long detentions have produced several accidents excused by the 2-Hour Rule. In fact, once such wetting accident by a girl named Six was adjudicated at our January 31, 2012 TVPC session.

    “Between the bus ride there, the time it took to warm up, and then playing the game itself, it was way more than 2 hours,” Lanie explains, “It was way more than 2 hours before I wet my pants at the game.” “It wasn’t my fault,” she says again, “Where was I supposed to go to the bathroom?” “How about squatting in the woods?” Coach Cooke asks her, “What do you think your teammates who had to go to the bathroom did?” Lanie just stares at her coach blankly. “Your teammates that needed to went into the woods to relieve themselves,” the coach explains, “None of them went in their pants like you did.” “Oh! Yuck! – I hate going outside,” the petite second baseman responds back, “We really should get regular bathrooms at our games.” She argues again for the 2-Hour Rule claiming she was denied access to a bathroom for more than 2 hours and that’s what caused her to wet her pants. Coach Cooke, however, counters that argument. “Going outside may not be ideal but that’s what they had over there,” she tells her second baseman angrily, “Obviously, it’s better to do that than to go in your pants.” “There was nothing wrong with going in the woods,” chimes in Whitley, a senior and Captain of the softball team, “There was a lot of cover in those woods, so we had plenty of privacy to do whatever it was that we needed to do.” “Oh! Yuck! on going in your pants,” the senior adds. Coach Cooke then points out that Whitley actually did a bowel movement in the woods, so there really was no excuse for Lanie not to even urinate there.

    “Your coach is quite right, Lanie,” I tell the girl, “Going outside is always the last resort, but if it’s the only choice you have, you have to take it.” “Obviously, you don’t just go in your pants and that’s especially true when you’re out there representing the school.” “But what about the 2-Hour Rule?” she argues, “I really didn’t have a bathroom to use all the time we were there.” “Apparently you had the woods to use,” I tell her, “That was the bathroom that was available and that was the bathroom you should have used.” “So the woods is a bathroom now?” she asks, a tinge of sarcasm in her voice. “It’s a bathroom if there is no other bathroom,” I explain, “And unless someone actually prevented you from urinating in the woods, you are guilty of wetting your pants at the game.” “Well, your ‘bathroom’ was out of toilet paper,” she says sarcastically, putting “bathroom” in air quotes, “What was I supposed to wipe myself with?” “I hate not being able to wipe,” she complains, “I hate getting my panties damp like that.” Her comments draw a few laughs in the committee room. “You didn’t want to get damp panties from not wiping so you end up totally soaking them instead,” her coach points out laughing, “How does that make any sense?” Not surprisingly, the girl has no answer to that. “You drip dry or you find a way to deal with it,” her coach tells her, in no uncertain terms, “If Whitley can manage it with having a bowel movement, you certainly could have managed it with just urinating.”

    Moving on to her punishment, I note that the junior has 2 prior wetting accidents this school year – fortunately for her, both having happened in class and not on the softball field. She also has a loitering in the girls’ room charge on her record and also a charge of talking back to a teacher while she was having a “Panty Inspection.” I sentence her to write 500 times, “I will not wet my pants in school or at softball games again.” She’ll also have to serve a week in detention – a punishment to be served next week when the softball season ends. “You’ll also be required to carry a roll of toilet paper with you to your softball games,” I tell her and note for the record, “And that’ll be for the rest of this season and for the first month of next season.” “Best be prepared next time you might have to go in the woods,” I explain with a smile, “So they’ll be no excuses next time.” The unorthodox punishment draws some giggles from the assembled crowd. Lanie shoots me an angry look, but wisely holds her tongue in check. She should consider herself lucky she only got that and not a second 500 times writing assignment for her sarcastic attitude.

    Before moving on to cases from today, we have one more matter concerning the girls’ softball team. It’s not from a toilet violation yesterday but one from a week ago. Brianna, an outgoing sophomore with braces, is being asked to hand in her writing assignment for a toilet violation she committed at a softball game a week ago. Faithful readers of the TVPC surely know that girls get 1 week in which to complete a punishment writing assignment. Failure to complete it on time results in the assignment being doubled. So far, Brianna has yet to hand in her completed punishment assignment and, as per TVPC procedures, is being called before the TVPC now and given one last chance to hand it in on time.

    “Hopefully you have it finished now,” I tell the speedy centerfielder – who also plays on our field hockey team, “I’d really hate to see you have to write twice as much.” “Yes sir,” she says, holding up a packet of papers, “I stayed up last night to finish it.” “It’s ‘Urinate’ 1,000 times,” she says as our TVPC clerk takes the completed assignment from her.” What happened was that as the extra inning game ended, Brianna was badly in need of the girls’ room. Asking where the girls’ room was, she blurted out, “I really gotta take a piss.” Using profanity to refer to bodily functions is, of course, a violation of TVPC rules. It isn’t necessarily a serious offense, but this being an occasion where Brianna was representing the school as a softball player, I had no choice but to punish her a bit more severely. As she noted before, she had to write “Urinate” 1,000 times – that, of course, being the proper term she should have used instead of “Piss.”

    As the TVPC clerk looks over the girl’s punishment writing, he notes that it appears to be complete and in good order. Therefore, it is accepted by the TVPC. “I hope you’ve learned you lesson from this, young lady,” I tell her. “Proper young ladies do not piss,” I remind her, repeating what I told her a week ago, “Proper young ladies urinate.” “Yes sir,” she answers, “I’ll be a lot more careful what I say from now on – especially when I’m representing the school.” “It really is called urinating,” she adds, “And we really should start calling it by its proper name.” I couldn’t agree more.

    As we move on to cases from today, I must say that I’m puzzled as I read the Violation Report in this one. Katie, a tall, blonde-haired beauty who is currently on toilet suspension is charged with “Being Unprepared for Gym Class.” I’m confused, of course, because that doesn’t seem like a toilet-related offense and the TVPC only has the power to punish toilet-related offenses. Fortunately, Miss Mars, Katies’s gym teacher is here to explain. With the end of the school year approaching, we’re all quite busy – I wish they could GIMME A BREAK on matters that really shouldn’t come before the TVPC at all.

    “I’m not sure how this is a toilet-related case, Veronica,” I point out to Miss Mars, “It seems to me that this is strictly a matter for you gym teachers.” “I thought you had some sort of system to punish the girls when they didn’t have their gym clothes,” I tell the very pretty gym teacher, “I thought you just made the girls sit and write sentences when they’re unprepared for gym class.” “Oh yes, Mr. Chairman – That’s exactly what we do,” Miss Mars points out, “The first time it’s just a warning but after that it’s 100 sentences for each time they don’t have their gym clothes.” “This was Katie’s 3rd time, so she gets 200 sentences,” the gorgeous gym teacher adds.

    But that, of course, begs the question. “So why is Katie here?” I ask Miss Mars, “How is forgetting your gym clothes a toilet related offense?” “Well, that’s just it, Mr. Chairman,” Miss Mars clarifies, “She didn’t actually forget her gym clothes. “She just told me that she forgot her gym clothes because she didn’t want to take gym today,” she explains, “And the reason she didn’t want to take gym is because she had a big load in her pants.”

    Turning to the quite beautiful junior, the load bulging out in the back of her jeans is quite obvious and those jeans are obviously quite wet as well. As I noted before, the girl is on toilet suspension – a 3 week toilet suspension on a second offense for smoking in the girls’ room that got extended another 2 weeks when she was caught having a bowel movement in the girls’ room. “Is this true?” I ask the Katie, “Did you not take gym this morning because of the load in your pants.” “Yes sir,” she admits. “It’s really a bad mess I’ve got today,” she explains ashamedly, “I just couldn’t go to gym and run around with that load in my pants – I just couldn’t.” “And I really didn’t like the idea of having to change in the locker room with my panties full of poop,” she explains further, “So I just told Miss Mars that I didn’t have my gym stuff.” “I hate writing the lines,” she adds, “But that’s got to be better than taking gym class with a mess in your pants.” “Obviously then, this qualifies as a toilet-related offense and is indeed a matter for the TVPC. I commend Miss Mars for recognizing it as such and bringing the matter before us.

    Still, something about this case confuses me. You’ve been on toilet suspension for about a month now,” I point out to Katie, “In fact, you’ve only got 4 more days to go.” “I’m thinking this can’t be the first time you’ve done a load in your pants during this toilet suspension,” I speculate, “I’m wondering if this is the first time you’ve FORGOTTEN your gym clothes.” “Well, it’s not the first time I’ve had a load in my pants – That’s for sure,” she acknowledges, “I’m embarrassed to say that its’ happened quite a lot during the past month.” “But I have gym class 3rd period and I can usually avoid going in my pants until later in the day,” she points out, “This is actually the first time that I’ve had a load in my pants by 3rd period.” “A couple of time I was really fighting to hold it in while taking gym,” she continues, “And a couple of times I did go in my pants a little during gym.” “But this is the first time I had to deal with a full load in my panties before even taking gym class,” she explains, “I guess I’m lucky that I have gym so early in the day.”

    “Indeed you are lucky,” I tell her, “I imagine it must not be pleasant to be on toilet suspension and have gym later in the day.” “Yes sir,” she responds. “It’s unpleasant enough to be on toilet suspension at all,” she says, “I can only imagine how bad it must be to have to take gym after you’ve messed yourself.” “Well, that’s just it, young lady,” I tell her, “Being on toilet suspension is supposed to be bad.” “Being on toilet suspension means having to go through your entire school day without having access to any school bathrooms,” I remind her, “And that certainly includes taking gym class regardless of the state of your panties at the time.”

    Getting to the matter of her punishment, I tell her, “Since you didn’t take gym class today, this will not count on your toilet suspension.” “So that’s going to be 1 more day on toilet suspension,” I clarify, “You now have 5 more days to go instead of 4.” She’s certainly not happy with that, but I suspect she’s happy it isn’t worse. I also assign her to write Miss Mars a 1,000 word letter of apology for lying about not having her gym clothes. She will also have 2 days detention but I will allow her to postpone that detention until she gets her toilet privileges back. “It’s still detention,” I tell Katie, “But at least you won’t be serving detention and having a longer school day when you can’t use the bathrooms.” “Um – What about the sentence writing that I got in gym class?” she asks, “I mean that was for forgetting my gym stuff and I didn’t really forget my gym stuff after all.” “Oh! – You still have to do that, too,” I tell her, “Next time I suggest that you don’t try to lie your way out of taking gym class.” “Yes sir,” she acknowledges. “Don’t do this again,” I warn her, “Next time the punishment will be a lot worse and by that I mean a lot more time on toilet suspension.”

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    Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

    For our next case, we have Dawn, a cute and petite sophomore with darkish blonde hair. She stands before me obviously having soiled her panties, but that’s not her only toilet violation this afternoon. She’s also charged with messing on the toilet seat in the New Edition girls’ room. “She didn’t do it on purpose – It was all just an accident,” immediately interjects Buffy, Dawn’s older sister. Immediately, I put up my hand to stop Buffy. I certainly could punish her for calling out like that (she really should know better), but it’s actually pretty noble how she’s trying to protect her little sister. “Relax, Buffy,” I tell her, “No one is saying that Dawn did it on purpose.” “In fact, the record here is pretty obvious,” I point out, “It’s abundantly clear that your sister only accidentally messed on the toilet seat after she only accidentally messed in her panties.” Obviously, doing either on purpose – especially messing on the toilet seat – would be more serious than this is.

    Both girls look more than a little relieved at that clarification, but Dawn still looks more than just a little embarrassed. I motion for Buffy, a bold, outgoing senior, to sit down while I deal with her quiet, more reserved little sister. “I had an accident – It was just an accident,” Dawn tells me as she tries in vain to fight back the tears, “I was trying to hold it in, but I just had an accident.” Pressing her for details, I find out that her panty-soiling accident happened in 5th period when her teacher wouldn’t let her go to the girls’ room. “I told her that I had to go – I told her that I had an emergency,” Dawn explains, “But still Miss Sherwood wouldn’t let me go to the girls’ room.” “I told her that I was about to have an accident, but she still wouldn’t let me go,” Dawn continues, “And then I did have an accident.” “I didn’t want to mess in my panties – I really didn’t,” the sophomore cutie assures us, “I tried as hard as I could to hold it in but I just couldn’t.” “We know that it was an accident – We know that you didn’t do it on purpose,” I tell Dawn, trying to calm down the nervous and embarrassed sophomore a bit.”

    Dawn’s 5th period English teacher is here and, though it’s not really necessary, she asks to explain. She tells us that Dawn had already used up her allotment of girls’ room passes for the year, including that extra passes that Dawn earned for her good behavior in class. “I’ve already let Dawn go to the girls’ room more than anyone else,” the lovely Miss Sherwood says, “I’m sorry but she just didn’t have any more girls’ room passes left.” “I know that I allow the girls more bathroom passes than most teachers do,” she argues, “I’m sorry that Dawn had an accident, but she had already used up all her passes.” “Dawn has to learn that she just can’t go to the girls’ room anytime she wishes,” the English teacher adds, “She has to learn to take care of these things during study hall, or between classes, or at least in someone else’s class other than mine.” Upon further questioning from Miss Sherwood, Dawn admits that she already had to go when she got to English class, but she neglected to go between classes. When asked why she didn’t go when she had the chance, she can only shrug her shoulders and answer, “I don’t know.”

    All this is interesting, but it’s beside the point. Obviously, Dawn messed in her panties in English class and just as obviously, it was an accident.

    Now, turning our attention to the violation for messing on the toilet seat, I ask Dawn to explain that, as well. “Like we said, I made the mess in my panties in 5th period,” she explains, “And I was just trying to get through the day after that.” “It was just awful,” the quiet and likeable sophomore explains, “I know that I’ve messed in my panties before but this one was the worst – It was all soft and sticky and it was all in my panties longer than my other ones.” “But then I had to pee,” she says, “And pretty soon, I had to pee really, really bad.” “I didn’t want to go to the girls’ room to pee, but I just couldn’t hold it in,” she goes on, “I didn’t want to pull down my panties with a mess in them at school, but I just really, really had to pee.” “I knew that I was already in trouble for messing in my panties,” Dawn acknowledges, “But I didn’t want to make it worse by making my accident a doubleheader.” Obviously, a “doubleheader” is an accident where a girl goes both ways in her pants. “I didn’t want to get punished worse for wetting my pants, too,” she continues, “So I went to the girls’ room to pee.” “I got that mess on the toilet seat when I sat down to pee,” she says, “I guess the mess was smeared all over my behind and then when I sat down I got the mess on the toilet seat, too.” “I’m sorry but I just had to pee and didn’t want to do that in my pants, too,” she adds through her tears, “I just don’t know what else I could have done.”

    “But that was just an accident, just like it was only an accident that she went in her pants,” her sister Buffy chimes in once again, “She was just trying to pee in the toilet like she was supposed to do.” “Please Buffy,” I tell her, “It’s nice that you want to defend your sister, but this is her case, not yours.” “It’s alright, Buffy,” Dawn tells her, “I’m going to be o.k.”

    “It’s certainly good that you didn’t want to wet your pants and that you didn’t mess on the toilet seat on purpose,” I explain, “But obviously you should have been more careful than to get your mess on the toilet seat.” “And there’s certainly no excuse for you not cleaning up after you were done,” I point out, “Having a doubleheader in your pants would have actually brought less punishment than messing on the toilet seat and leaving it there.” “Girls shouldn’t have to see messes on the toilet seat when they go to the girls’ room,” I explain, “And what if someone was in hurry and had actually sat in your mess?”

    Getting to the matter of Dawn’s punishment, I note that it is her 3rd panty-soiling of the school year and that one of those prior ones was indeed a doubleheader. I sentence her to 3 days of detention and having to write 300 times, “I will not soil my panties in school again.” “But I’m afraid that messing on the toilet seat – even by accident – is a lot more serious, Dawn,” I tell the sophomore, “And I’m afraid your punishment for that is going to be a bit more severe.” For that she’ll have to write 500 times, “I will not mess on the toilet seat in the girls’ room in school again” and spend a week in detention cleaning the bathrooms. “And do you know what your first bathroom cleaning chore is going to be?” I ask Dawn. “I’m going to have to clean up that toilet seat that I messed on?” she asks. I nod my head “yes” as Dawn is led away to do just that. Buffy gives me a nod and mouths a “thank you” – she knows her sister’s punishment could have been worse.

    Next up, we have the results of a TVPC investigation. It seems that girls sometimes just don’t learn their lessons easily. It seems that yesterday, just like it happened last year, some disgusting prankster deposited a quite sizeable bowel movement in a urinal in the Science Wing boys’ room. I’m quite surprised to see this again this year, because last year, the guilty party spent an entire month on toilet suspension and all those that helped in the prank spent a month in detention cleaning bathrooms. You’d think that that would stand as a strong deterrent against somebody doing it again this year, but as apparently not. I don’t know why people want to defecate in urinals but DIFFERENT STROKES for different folks, I guess.

    As surprised as I am to see this repeated again this year, I’m even more surprised to see that the accused is Kimberly, a pretty senior honor student with a very good toilet record throughout her high school career. But our TVPC investigative team (headed up by Miss Defequer, a French teacher, while Mrs. Johns is serving a toilet suspension and serving bathroom cleaning punishment) has indeed accused Kimberly of sneaking into the Science Wing boys’ room, backing up to a urinal and depositing her bowel movement therein. Disgusting! Oddly, Kimberly was before the TVPC yesterday for wetting her pants. But it being her first toilet offense of the school year – her first wetting accident since her freshman year, in fact – she only got a warning and no actual punishment. To say the least, “Defecating In A Urinal” is a bit more serious and, of course, “Sneaking Into The Boys’ Room” is also a toilet violation for her.

    “I’m really surprised at you,” I tell the senior honor roll student, “How could you do something like this? – How could you do something so disgusting?” “You’ve hardly ever been in trouble with the TVPC before,” I point out, “Did you suddenly decide that you needed to experience being on toilet suspension before you graduated?” “Disgusting!” I yell at her, shaking my head, “Did you know that Mrs. Johns had to clean that up?”

    “I know it’s disgusting,” Kimberly responds, “That’s about the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard of.” “And I’m really sorry that Mrs. Johns had to clean that up,” she says, “BUT I DIDN’T DO IT!!” “I swear that I didn’t do it,” she tells us, “I would never do something like that.” “Well, I’d like to think that you’d never do something like that,” I tell her, “It certainly doesn’t seem like something you would do.” “But you’ve definitely got a lot of explaining to do, young lady,” I point out, “Our investigative team wouldn’t have accused you if it didn’t have the evidence.” “Senior pranks sometimes get out of hand, you know,” I add, “Girls sometimes do things that they otherwise would never do.”

    “Well, I would never go #2 in a urinal and I didn’t do it this time,” she says again, “Senior prank or no senior prank, that’s just disgusting – that’s just really disgusting!” Still, in spite of her pleas of innocence and her good toilet record, I’m not so sure I believe her. “If you didn’t do this, then who did?” I ask her, “If you have any information on this, now would be the time to tell us.” “I don’t know – I swear I don’t know,” she answers, “But it definitely wasn’t me and I doubt that it was even a girl that did it.” “I doubt that a girl would even want to do a #2 in the boys’ room, much less in a urinal,” she argues, “I mean, a urinal is all out in the open and everything and a girl really likes her privacy when she has to do that kind of thing.” “And I saw a picture of that thing in the urinal,” she tells us, “I don’t know of any girl who makes big logs like that – I don’t think I’ve even made one half that size.” “That’s a guy’s #2 not a girl’s,” she adds.

    “We’ve got 2 witnesses that saw you coming out of the boys’ room yesterday,” reports Miss Defequer, “And by that, I mean the Science Wing boys’ room where this happened.” “I’d certainly like to know what you were doing in the boys’ room yesterday,” she adds, “Are you really trying to tell us that it was only a coincidence that you happened to be in the boys’ room about the same time that this happened.” Kimberly’s mouth drops open. “I-I-I-I g-guess so,” she mumbles, “I don’t know who did it – I just know that I didn’t do it.” Of course, that really doesn’t explain anything. “You were seen coming out of the boys’ room yesterday,” I remind her, “And that was the same boys’ room where this happened and at about the same time that this happened.” I also note that this was just a short time before she was caught in thoroughly wet jeans by Miss Spellman. “Unless you can explain all that and explain it now, young lady, you’re in big trouble,” I tell the blonde-haired senior sternly, “You’re about to get put on toilet suspension for defecating in a urinal and that’s just for starters.” “Senior pranks can make people do stupid things,” I add.

    Trying to maintain her composure, Kimberly surely realizes just how desperate her situation is. “Um – I didn’t defecate in the urinal,” she says again, “I admit that I went into the boys’ room but I swear that I didn’t defecate in the urinal.” “I still don’t know who would do something like that,” she tells us, “But when I went into the boys’ room it was more on a dare than as a senior prank.” “What did you do?” I ask her angrily, growing tired of the evasion and the stalling, “What were your doing in the boys’ room.” “The thing is that I really didn’t wet my pants yesterday,” she then continues, “I mean, my pants did get wet, but I didn’t really wet my pants in the way that you think of when you say that somebody wet their pants.” I motion for her to get on with it – giving her an angry look in the process. “I didn’t do the bowel movement in the urinal, but I did try to pee in a urinal,” she suddenly blurts out, “It was on a dare but I guess you can say it was kind of like a senior prank.” “I guess I had been thinking about trying to pee in a urinal for a while and I finally got up the nerve to try it,” she explains, “I held in my pee until I really had to go and then I snuck into the boys’ room when I thought no one was looking.” “I had always thought that a girl could pee in a urinal if she was careful enough and I really wanted to try it,” she explains further, “But yesterday I found out that, for a girl, it isn’t as easy as it looks.” She goes on to explain that she dropped her jeans and panties to the floor and facing the urinal, she got as close as she could. “But when I started to pee, it just went straight down to the floor and all in my pants,” she says, “I thought I was doing it right, but suddenly I realized that it was just going down into my pants instead of going forward into the urinal.” “I stopped and peed the rest in the toilet,” she points out, “But by then, the damage was already done – My jeans were just soaked.” “I’m sorry,” she adds, crying, “I didn’t mean any harm – I just wanted to try peeing in a urinal.”

    “And when Miss Spellman caught you in those wet jeans later and assumed you had wet your pants the regular way, you decided to just admit to that?” I ask her. “Yes sir,” she says nodding her head, “I knew I’d get in less trouble for that than how it really happened.” “I did want to make it through my senior year with no accidents on my record, but I couldn’t worry about that now,” she acknowledges, “I didn’t want to risk getting punished for going into the boys’ room and doing what I did.” “How much trouble am I in now?” she reluctantly asks, “Do I have to get punished for going into the boys’ room and then get punished again for using the urinal?” “Please tell me that the punishment for me peeing in the urinal isn’t as bad as the punishment for going #2 in one,” she pleads. “It can’t be as serious as that,” she begs, “Please don’t put me on toilet suspension – I just don’t think I can handle having wet pants everyday.”

    “Relax,” I tell her, “You’re certainly not going on toilet suspension.” “It is indeed a separate offense and a separate punishment for going into the boys’ room,” I tell her, “But just going into the boys’ room is certainly not serious enough for a toilet suspension – at least not for a first offense.” “And the punishment for defecating in a urinal is as harsh as it because you’re not supposed to defecate in a urinal,” I point out, “But urinating is what you’re supposed to do in a urinal.” “I mean, it isn’t often that we have girls trying to urinate in our urinals and apparently for good reason,” I continue, smiling a little in the process, “But there are actually no TVPC rules against it.” “Urinals are for urinating,” I tell a very surprised Kimberly, “And that goes equally for girls as well as boys.” Before she gets too happy about not being punished for that, however, I have something else to say. “If you had actually managed to urinate in the urinal and get it all in the urinal, you’d be fine on that count,” I tell her, “Your only punishment then would be for doing it in the boys’ room itself.” “But you didn’t actually urinate in the urinal, did you?” I ask, “You actually urinated both on the floor and into your pants, didn’t you?” “Yes, sir,” she tells me, “It was really mostly into my pants, but I guess I must have gotten some on the floor.”

    “What you’re actually being charged with is “Urinating on the Floor”’ I explain, “And I’ll, of course, note that you did it ACCIDENTALLY.” “This is no different than if you were trying to use a regular toilet and accidentally urinated on the floor instead.” “You’re going to have some writing to do and some bathrooms to clean, but you won’t have to go on toilet suspension.” Kimberly still looks at me a little puzzled. “You mean it’s alright for girls to pee in the urinals?” she asks, “I mean, if they can, in fact, pee in the urinal without getting it all over themselves and the floor?” “Well, it’s not alright for girls to be going into the boys’ rooms,” I clarify, “But there’s no rule that says girls can’t use urinals.” “Urinals are for urinating,” I point out again, “And it doesn’t really matter if it’s a girl urinating in them or a boy.” “But, as for you young lady,” I tell her, “After what happened to you yesterday, I stick to urinating in toilets if I were you.” “That’s for sure,” she says, “It looks kind of easy but it really isn’t easy for a girl to do.”

    Moving on to Kimberly’s punishment, I first punish her for the act of going into the boys’ room and urinating in there. That’s going to be 250 times of “I will not urinate in the boys’ room in school again.” It’s also going to be 2 days of regular detention. “But I’m afraid urinating on the floor is a bit more serious,” I explain, “If it wasn’t on purpose.” She gets another 250 times for that – this time “I will not urinate on the floor in the boys’ room or the girls’ room in school again.” “But this one is not only going to be a full week of detention,” I tell her, “But that’s going to be detention in the boys’ room cleaning urinals.” “Let’s see if you’re still so fascinated by urinals after cleaning them for a week,” I add. “I won’t do it again,” Kimberly assures me, “I guess it was pretty stupid of me to try.”

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      Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

      Moving on to our next case, I see that it is not only a student brought case (that is, one student charging another with a toilet violation), but the girls involved here are actually stepsisters. Both girls are certainly POPULAR girls in our school, but they hang around in very different social cliques. This isn’t the first case we’ve had with one stepsister charging the other with a toilet violation. In this case, it’s Brooke, a cheerleader and blonde bombshell who stands accused by Sam, a pretty brunette and brilliant honor student more concerned with academics than social standing. The charge that Sam has made against Brooke is one of “Bathroom Teasing” and, although this could have serious implications for Brooke (who has a prior offense for this charge – specifically, teasing her stepsister over her frequent soiling accidents), the charge seems dubious at best. It looks to me as just one more salvo in this stupid feud of stepsisters.

      “Are you sure you want to proceed with this, Sam?” I ask the honor student and editor of the school newspaper, “I must say that reading this Violation Report you prepared on Brooke leaves me a bit confused.” “I mean you’ve carefully and completely detailed everything that Brooke said and did in the girls’ room earlier today,” I tell Sam, “But I don’t really see where Brooke said anything that could constitute teasing.”

      “Thank you, sir,” Brooke says to me, directing a sneer toward Sam, “This is just Sam trying to get back at me once again like she always does.” “This charge is just ridiculous,” the gorgeous cheerleader argues, “Just because Sam is always here for toilet violations LIKE MESSING IN HER PANTS, she’s trying to get me in trouble as well.” “She’s just jealous because I never have accidents and mess in my pants like she does,” Brooke adds. But Sam just brushes off that accusation from Brooke and insists she wants to press on with this charge.

      But before even getting to the actual case, the TVPC has a matter to address with Brooke. “TVPC sessions start promptly at 3:10 PM,” I tell the tall, blonde senior, “You weren’t here until 3:22 PM.” “I’m sorry, sir, but I had to run home and get something,” she says, holding up a paper bag, “Its evidence.” “Well, evidence or not, that’s going to be 100 times of ‘I will not be late to meetings of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee again,’” I tell her, “And you’re going to write that even if you’re found ‘Not Guilty’ in this case.” “Yes sir, I understand, sir,” she says, “But when I’m done with my case, I’d like to file some charges of my own.” With great trepidation, I then ask Brooke who she wishes to file charges against. “I wish to file charges against Sam,” she answers, “And I have the evidence right her in this bag – Like I said, I was late because I had to go home and get this.” “Really Sam!” she sneers at her stepsister again, “Did you really think that you were going to get away with making up a phony change against me?” “Did you really think that I wasn’t going to get even for this?” she continues, “Do you honestly believe that I don’t know your dirty little secret?” Myself and the rest of the TVPC are left shaking our heads. I really can’t wait until these 2 girls graduate and they bring their stupid little feud to the TVPC at their college.

      “Alright!” I tell them with an annoyed sigh, “Let’s hear Sam’s case against Brooke.” “Brooke was creating a disturbance in the girls’ room earlier today – in the New Edition girls’ room to be exact,” Sam then tells us. “I was in there using the toilet when Brooke came in,” Sam explains, “And all of a sudden she screams and yells ‘Oh! That’s Disgusting!’” “All this happened while I and other girls were using the toilet,” Sam adds. “You were actually using the toilet, Sam?” Brooke chimes in sarcastically, “Wow! – Imagine the odds on that!” The comment, of course, is in reference to the accident problems that Sam has had both this year and throughout her high school career. Of course, I admonish her for the unnecessary comment, but ask her to explain what happened. “I was going in there to use the toilet and I went into the first open stall I saw,” Brooke reports, “And just as soon as I walk into the stall I see this um-um well, fecal matter smeared all over the toilet seat.” “I guess I went in there after Dawn was in there,” Brooke says, “And I assume it was her mess over all over the toilet seat.” “So yes, I screamed a little when I saw that,” Brooke continues, “And I guess I did kind of yell ‘That’s Disgusting’ when I saw that.” “I was just startled when I saw that mess there, but what do you expect?” she asks, “It really was disgusting.” “There was mess all over the seat,” she argues, “How much more disgusting can a bathroom get than a part of a bowel movement smeared on the toilet seat?”

      It’s hard to disagree with Brooke’s argument but, more importantly, I don’t see any grounds for Sam’s charge of “Bathroom Teasing.” Giving Sam one more chance to explain, the usually articulate senior claims that Brooke disturbed all the girls, including herself, that were trying to use the toilet at the time. She also argues that by saying the mess on the toilet seat was “disgusting”, Brooke was teasing the girl who messed on the toilet seat – specially, Dawn. But her logic is, at best, a reach. “TVPC rules are very strict, but not that strict,” I tell both girls, “The rules are meant to prevent the actual teasing of girls about their bathroom functions.” “But the rules are not meant to punish a girl for reacting to something she sees in the bathroom,” I explain, “Especially when the comments are not even directed at anybody at the time.” “Don’t you think that a mess like that all over the toilet seat really is disgusting?” I ask Sam, “And don’t you think that your stepsister has a right to say that it is?” Sam doesn’t answer but she gets the point. “I’m sorry Sam, but it was pretty ridiculous and downright spiteful to try and call that bathroom teasing.” Not only is Brooke found “Not Guilty” but I ask her if she’d like to bring a charge against Sam for bringing a bogus charge against her.

      “Nah!” Brooke answers quickly and with a big smile, “I’ve got something better to charge Sam with.” “I’ve got my revenge right here in this little bag,” she says, pointing to the bag she apparently brought from home. “Alright – Let’s get to it,” I tell Brooke reluctantly, “Let’s hear about your charges against Sam.” “I’m charging Sam with Panty-Soiling,” the blonde beauty announces, “And that’s 4 counts of Panty-Soiling.” Going into her bag, Brooke then pulls out a little box. The look on Sam’s face is not only one of recognition but also one of horror. “Honestly, Sam!” Brooke tells her stepsister, “Did you really think I didn’t know where you hide your dirty underwear?” I admonish Brooke to stick to the facts of her case and not to direct any comments to Sam. “Just like I told you before, Little Miss Perfect has been having more accidents than you catch her with,” she continues, “I guess when you mess your panties as many times as she does, you can get pretty good at hiding it.” “Well, this is the little box that she keeps in her closet and where she hides her dirty panties,” Brooke explains further, “That’s so she doesn’t get yelled at by her mom when she has an accident.” “Let’s have a look at what she’s got in the box, shall we,” she says.

      “O.K. – Here’s a pair of plain white briefs,” Brooke begins, holding up a pair of panties from the box, “Well, I mean they used to be white.” “It looks like a pretty solid mess in these,” she comments, “Certainly a nice comfortable bowel movement here – not too big and not too small.” “Just present your evidence, please!” I admonish the blonde-haired cheerleader again, “There’s no need to embellish it with nasty comments.” “These are certainly a little fancier,” she then continues, holding up a pair of pink lace bikinis, “And it looks like the mess in them isn’t too bad.” “What’s the matter, Sam?” she asks, holding the panties up to her sister, “Did you actually manage to do some of it in the toilet this time?” “Move on, Brooke!” I admonish her again for her unnecessary comments, this time in a little angrier tone.

      “Wow! – Look at these,” she says, as she holds up the next pair from the box – an exaggerated look of disgust on her face. “She certainly didn’t do any of it in the toilet this time,” Brooke comments, referring to the rather large fecal mess contained in the panties, “I don’t know what you ate the night before, but it looks like you ate a look.” Just as I’m about to admonish Brooke again, Sam suddenly speaks up. “That didn’t happen at school,” Sam claims, “That one happened at the movies.” But Brooke counters. “I remember that night when you messed yourself at the movies,” she says, “You already got caught and punished for that one.” “I remember you got grounded and your mom made you scrub out those panties when we got home,” Brooke argues, “So obviously these panties are not those.” “That was a different time,” Sam responds ashamedly, “That was a different time that I had an accident at the movies.” “I did already clean the panties from that time you said,” Sam continues, “But these panties are from the other time.” “Oh for Pete’s sake!” Brooke reacts, shaking her head, “You make a habit of this at the movies, too?” “At school, at the movies, and who knows where else,” Brooke rants on, “Do you use the toilet anywhere or do you just mess your panties everywhere you go?” “You know that I don’t like to go in public bathrooms – not for #2,” Sam responds, “What’s so wrong about just wanting to do that at home?” “What’s wrong with that is sometimes you have to go when you’re not at home,” Brooke snaps back, “What’s wrong is that you keep messing in your pants because you won’t do it in a public bathroom.” “You’re going to be in college next year, for Pete’s sake,” she continues, “What are you going to do then? – Are you just going to keep messing your panties in college, too?”

      It’s an interesting question, but it’s not really relevant to our proceedings now. I bang my gavel and tell Brooke to move on. “Well, we’ve got one more here,” she then continues, pulling another pair of soiled panties from the box. “These have a good solid bowel movement in them, as well,” she points out, “It’s not as much as the previous mess, but it’s a good bowel movement none the less.” “I’m thinking you did the whole bowel movement in your panties this time, too,” she says to Sam, “I’m thinking that you didn’t bother using the toilet at all on this one, either.” Once again, I must bang my gavel and once again admonish Brooke to cease with her unnecessary commentary – this time raising my voice in the process.

      “Is that it, young lady?” I ask Brooke, “You’ve got 4 soiled pair of Sam’s panties there?” She nods her head “yes.” Turning my attention to Sam, the pretty brunette ashamedly admits that all 4 of those are indeed her panties and that she did indeed soil all 4 of them and hide them in that little box so her mother wouldn’t find out. But she still claims that only 3 of them happened at school while the 4th happened at the movies one night. The point being that the TVPC can only punish her for the ones she did in school. “I hate to say it, but you saw how bad the mess was in those panties,” the articulate senior argues, “If I had done that much in my panties in school don’t you think that I would have been caught then.” It’s an intriguing argument – I don’t think I’ve ever had a girl make an argument before about how big her mess was – but a compelling one.

      Accordingly, I find Sam “Guilty” on 3 of the 4 panty-soiling charges that Brooke brought against her. “Shame on You, Sam,” I tell her simply. “Shame on you, Sam,” I tell her again, “You’re a senior now and these are your 5th, 6th and 7th soiling accidents of this school year alone.” “And right now I’m thinking that you probably got away with some other accidents you had,” I add, “You really NEED to be ashamed of yourself this time.” I turn and see Brooke flashing a big smile. “And don’t think I’m done with you yet, young lady!” I yell at Brooke, “Shame on you as well, for being so happy at your sister’s toileting problems.”

      Moving on to Sam’s punishment – For 3 Panty-Soiling Accidents! – I certainly have no reason to be lenient with her and I certainly won’t be. Unlike her many prior appearances before the TVPC, Sam doesn’t even bother to ask for leniency. Rather than issue a separate punishment for each violation, I’m just going to issue one summary punishment that will cover all three – of course, the punishment will be quite severe. I then sentence the senior honor student to write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 5,000 times. Her mouth drops open in shock when she hears that number. “Five TH-THOUSAND times, sir?” she asks. “Yes Sam – Five THOUSAND times,” I tell her, “You’ve had more than ample time to get your toilet habits in order but still you persist in messing in your pants.” “Perhaps after writing 5,000 times, you’ll think twice about doing it again,” I point out and then I warn her, “And if you do it again, I’ll give you another 5,000 times for that accident alone.” “This assignment will due in full by the morning of your graduation,” I inform her. “If it’s not done by then, you’ll not be able to participate in graduation,” I stipulate, “And you’ll write double the sentences you didn’t finish on the blackboard in detention.” I further sentence her to stern dose of toilet sitting detention. “You’ll sit half an hour on every toilet in every girls’ room in the whole school,” I tell her. Of course, she reacts in shock to that punishment as well. “That’s got to be like 100 toilets,” she says, crying, “It’s going to take like forever to sit on all of them.” “It’s 117 toilets to be exact and it will indeed take you a long time to sit half an hour on each of them,” I tell her, “I’m sure you’ll be coming in during the summer after graduation to finish that.” “You’ll also immediately take those soiled panties of yours to the girls’ room and clean them out,” I tell her, “And good luck with that because some of those messes look like they’ve dried out considerably being stuffed in that little box of yours.” “I have to clean them all out?” she asks through her tears. “Well, you’ll have to clean out the 3 pairs that you messed in at school,” I clarify, “Unfortunately I can’t make you clean out the ones you messed in at the movies.” “Hopefully, your mom will make you clean those out at home,” I mention, “With a mess like that, they should be quite a chore to clean.” “And as for the panties that you have to clean out now in school, you’d better do a good job on those,” I add, “Because those are the panties you’ll be wearing to school for the next 3 days.”

      As the tears roll down Sam’s cheeks, Brooke’s smile only gets bigger. Obviously, this just infuriates me. “You’re not done yet, young lady,” I tell Brooke, “You may have escaped Sam’s charge of Bathroom Teasing, but you won’t escape that charge from me.” Brooke just looks at me puzzled as I have the TVPC clerk draw up another Violation Report against Brooke on that charge. “Your comments to your stepsister before certainly constitute Bathroom Teasing and pretty severe Bathroom-Related Teasing at that,” I inform the blonde beauty, “I warned you several times to stop, but you just went right on with your clearly unnecessary and downright nasty comments with each pair of your sister’s panties that you showed us.” “I strongly suggest that you keep your mouth shut right now, young lady,” I warn her sternly, “Because you’ve already said way, WAY too much here this afternoon.” “You can consider yourself lucky that you aren’t facing more than 1 teasing charge after all the comments you made,” I add.

      Since she had to write 500 times for her first Bathroom Teasing charge (a case we dealt with at our January 31, 2012 meeting), my first instinct is to give her 1,000 times this time. But the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that it’s not enough. The feud between these 2 girls is too deep for even 1,000 times to make an impression. The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that only 1 thing – only 1 form of punishment – is going to make an impression on Brooke. I do give her 500 times of “I will not tease other girls about their accidents and that includes my stepsister Sam.” But then I drop the bombshell.

      “I’m giving you 2 weeks on toilet suspension,” I tell an absolutely stunned Brooke, “That’s 2 weeks where you will not use any school bathroom for any reason.” I give it a little while to sink in and then I direct a TVPC staffer to put the dreaded red wristband (the wristband identifying a girl on toilet suspension) to Brooke’s wrist. Brooke pulls away at first. “Don’t make it worse,” I warn her, “You have to wear that wristband so people will know you’re on toilet suspension.” “But I can’t be on toilet suspension,” she pleads, as the tears start to flow. “I can’t go without using the bathroom – I need to use the bathroom,” she pleads some more, “You can’t put me on toilet suspension.” “I can and I am putting you on toilet suspension,” I tell her bluntly, “Maybe next time you’ll think twice about teasing people about their bathroom functions.” “But I’m going to be going to the bathroom in my pants – I can’t hold it in all day,” she rambles on, “Please don’t put me on toilet suspension – Please! Oh Please!! Don’t make me go in my pants.” “Well, maybe you’ll have a little sympathy for your sister then,” I point out, “Maybe after you go in your pants a few times you’ll know what it’s like for her.” “But she goes in her pants by choice,” Brooke pleads, “You’re going to make me do it on purpose if I can’t hold it in.” “That’s just not right,” she says, now crying, “I never go in my pants like Sam does.” “Enough!” I tell her, as I bang my gavel, “I’ve heard enough from you.”

      Obviously, this punishment has gotten her attention – toilet suspensions usually do. This is especially true for girls like Brooke who use school bathrooms regularly and rarely go in their pants. I decide I’ll grant her 1 caveat, though. “I’ll schedule you for an appeal in 1 week,” I point out, “You can come before the TVPC and try to convince us to end your toilet suspension after 1 week instead of 2.” “Maybe you can convince me then to give you an alternate punishment in lieu of your 2nd week on toilet suspension,” I offer, “But let me tell you right now, you’d better be a heck of a lot more contrite than you are now.” “But you’re ABSOLUTLEY serving 1 week on toilet suspension and that’s all there is to it,” I tell her firmly, “Hopefully, you’ll be smart enough to do what you have to do and get your toilet privileges restored as quickly as possible.” With that I warn her of the consequences should she try to use the girls’ room while on toilet suspension, or squat in the bushes outside, or other violate her toilet suspension. “Don’t think I won’t make you come in over the summer to serve your time after you graduate,” I warn her, “Its best just to accept your time on toilet suspension and just go in your pants if you have to.” Brooke is now openly sobbing as she contemplates that. I note that it is Sam that is now smiling. “There is certainly no reason for you to be smiling,” I tell Sam sternly, “Seven panty soiling accidents in 1 year is quite disgraceful – especially for a senior.

      So concludes another session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee. Meeting adjourned at 4:10 PM.

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        Brianna's Punishment Assignment

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        • #5
          Another classic report

          Arnold you have a tough job and do it well. How is Mrs. Johns and Miss Musso doing? Hope they aren't too messy and wet. Heard from the grapevine that Mrs. Johns just bought a lot of new panties, because she was running out of clean ones.

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