Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

[Arnold Ziffel]

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

My name is Arnold Ziffel and I’m chairman of the TVPC. What follows are the summary minutes of the SPECIAL SESSION TVPC meeting called to order at 9:00 AM on Monday, July 2, 2012..

The school year is over (graduation was Friday night), but unfortunately the TVPC has some unfinished business to take care of. It seems that in spite of the best efforts of Coach Teiger, advisor to the senior class, and her staff of volunteers, we had some accidents and other toilet violations at graduation. As faithful readers of the TVPC surely know, we put in place some new rules aimed at avoiding accidents at graduation, but not only didn’t they seem to work, they may have had some unintended consequences.

The first accident case this morning is certainly the most surprising of all. Words cannot adequately express my surprise to hear that Veronica, a pretty brunette and honor student, messed in her panties at graduation Friday night. It’s not that Veronica has been immune from toilet violations during her high school career it’s just that to see her have an accident of her own volition is quite shocking indeed. “Veronica!” I address her with surprise, “You picked one heck of a time to have your first accident of the school year!” It’s actually the first accident violation of Veronica’s high school career – although TVPC fans may remember her from having to serve a 3 week toilet suspension at the end of the school year last year. That was for helping her friend Betty with a punishment writing assignment. That is, Veronica wrote 500 sentences of Betty’s 1,000 times punishment for her. Unfortunately for the bright and friendly senior (with an uncanny ability to fake other people’s handwriting), it was her second such offense. She had previously been blackmailed into writing a 500 times punishment for her sometimes friend Heather C. – leader of a group of 2 other HEATHERS. I understand that Veronica’s 3 weeks on toilet suspension last year was an experience that she still has nightmares about. Apparently, she wet her pants every day while on toilet suspension and also messed in her panties more days than she didn’t mess in them. Veronica has always been comfortable using the toilet in school and consequently was not used to having to hold it in very long, thus making her toilet suspension even more unpleasant than it is for most girls. Suffice to say, we haven’t had any problems with her faking other girl’s punishment writings again.

But Veronica’s sterling record of using the toilet in school when she needs to makes her having an accident at graduation all the more puzzling. “Veronica!” I again address her with surprise, “I have to say that I’m quite puzzled as to how you could let this happen to you.” “I can’t really believe that I did it either, sir,” she answers, “Obviously, it’s not something that I’m in the habit of doing.” She goes on to explain that she grabbed a late lunch at the Burger Barn before the graduation ceremony. She admits that she was feeling some rumblings of having to go when she arrived at the stadium for the graduation, but she really didn’t have to go bad at all. “You know, normally, I would have gone to the girls’ room beforehand just to be on the safe side,” she tells us, “I always go to the bathroom when I first feel it – That’s how I avoid having accidents like the other girls do sometimes.” “But when I got to the stadium, there was such a long line for the girls’ room,” she continues, “I guess with that new policy you put in place, there was a ton of girls using the girls’ room before the graduation.” According to a new TVPC regulation, any graduating senior with 3 or more accident violations this school year was required to use the girls’ room before the graduation ceremony. Apparently, it created a long line to use the girls’ room before the ceremony that night. “As I said, I really didn’t have to go bad at all,” she explains, “So when I saw that line stretching out of the girls’ room and I just decided to wait.” “I know it was stupid of me, but I decided I could wait and use the girls’ room later,” she acknowledges, “It was really stupid but I just didn’t think it was a big deal at the time.” “Obviously, I wish that I could go back and do it over again,” she adds, “Obviously, I would have taken the time to wait in line and use the girls’ room when I had the chance.” “I can’t believe that I was so stupid not to use the girls’ room when I knew I had to go,” the honor student continues, “I can’t believe that I received my high school diploma with a load in my panties.”

“I’m sorry that the girls’ room was so crowded before the graduation,” I tell Veronica, “Apparently, there were more girls having to use the girls’ room before the ceremony than we had anticipated.” “But obviously, you know that doesn’t excuse you having an accident,” I point out, “Obviously you know it was your responsibility to use the toilet when you needed to whether there was a long line or not.” “Yes sir – It definitely was my fault,” Veronica admits, “I have no one to blame but myself.”

As I’ve noted, it’s only Veronica’s first accident of the school year (she has 2 violations for accidentally leaving the toilet unflushed after urinating, though), but an accident in your pants at graduation is no ordinary accident. “Unfortunately for you, that’s an accident while representing the school,” I tell the graduated senior, “That’s another new TVPC rule this year.” Accordingly, I sentence Veronica to a week’s worth of detention and to write “I will not soil my panties in school or at graduation again” 500 times. “500 times?” Veronica asks in disbelief. “This is only my first offense,” she points out, “Why do I have to write 500 times for a first offense?”

“When you’re at graduation, you’re considered to be representing the school,” I explain, “That gets you a worse punishment than when you just have an accident in school.” I explained it, but I don’t think Veronica was really listening. She argues, but I remain firm in sentencing her. Finally, I bang my gavel for her to stop. I want her to stop before she says something she’s going to regret – or more likely, something that will get her in even more trouble. “I know that’s pretty strict for a first offense, but as I said, yours was an accident while representing the school,” I point out, “You’re just going to have to deal with it and do your punishment.” “We run detention sessions from 8 AM to 1 PM every weekday now that school has let out,” I explain, “That’s so girls who still owe us detentions can get it over with.” “You can serve your whole week of detention in just one 5-hour session,” I point out, “And you can write your sentences while you sit there serving your detention time.” “You can get it all over with in 1 day,” I tell her.

“Don’t you think you’re being punished enough for this already?” I warn her, gavel in hand, “I’d think the last thing you’d want to do is make it worse on yourself by arguing.” Wisely, Veronica keeps her mouth shut and accepts her punishment.

The next case of panty-soiling at graduation is that of Erica, an outspoken senior redhead. She’s in a lot more trouble than Veronica this morning. Not only is this Erica’s 4th panty-soiling offense this school year, but she faces another charge as well. “She had 3 previous accidents during the school year, so she was one of those girls required to make a girls’ room visit before graduation,” reports Coach Teiger, the class advisor, “But she didn’t go to the girls’ room like she was supposed.” “So I’m charging her with that as well as having the accident,” the coach explains, “I’m thinking that if she had just gone to the girls’ room like she was supposed to, she wouldn’t be facing any charges, much less 2 separate ones.”

Erica looks at me puzzled. “I get another charge for that?” she asks. “You most certainly do!” I point out. “You were required to make a girls’ room visit before graduation and you didn’t do it.” “Why wouldn’t you think that would be a toilet violation?” I ask her – a bit puzzled myself. “Well, I guess it is kind of a toilet violation itself,” she acknowledges, “But I kind of thought it be the same charge as for going in my pants.” “I mean having the mess in my panties happened because I didn’t go to the girls’ room,” she says, “So when I get punished for going in my pants, it’s kind of like you’re punishing me for not going to the girls’ room, too.”

“Nice try,” I tell her, “But I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way.” “You had a requirement to use the girls’ room before graduation and you didn’t do it,” I tell her, “That’s a toilet violation.” “And then you messed in your panties,” I explain, “That’s another toilet violation – and now it’s a toilet violation while representing the school.” “But it really isn’t a separate violation,” she insists, frustration evident in her voice, “It’s really all the same violation.” “My accident only happened because I didn’t go to the girls’ room when I should have,” she pleads, “It’s like you’re trying to punish me twice for the same thing.” “It’s not the same thing – Its 2 separate violations,” I explain again, “Just because one toilet violation leads you to have another toilet violation, doesn’t make it the same violation.” “Because of your prior panty-soilings in school, you were required to make a girls’ room visit before graduation and you didn’t do it,” I point out, “You don’t get a pass on that violation just because you messed your panties because of it.” “That would just be absurd,” I tell her, “That would be like rewarding you for messing in your panties.” She has more to say and she starts to speak, but I bang my gavel to stop her. “This is not a debate – We’ve discussed this enough,” I tell her, holding up my hand to signal for her to stop, “You are guilty of 2 toilet violations and you will be punished for both.”

Moving on to her punishment, I sentence her to 5 hours of detention and to write, “I will not soil my panties in school or at graduation again” 1,000 times. “A THOUSAND times?” Erica asks in disbelief, “I have to write that a THOUSAND times?” “Yes, 1,000 times,” I tell her. “Why do I have to write 1,000 times for this?” she asks, “I never had to write 1,000 times before.” “I only got 300 times for my third offense and that was way back in October,” she points out, “And last year and when I was a sophomore, I only had to write 500 times for my 4th offense those years.” “I can’t believe you’re going to make me write 1,000 times now,” she adds, a tinge of anger in her voice. “I’m assuming all those happened in the classroom or at least during the regular school day,” I explain, “This time it happened at your graduation ceremony.” “This time you were representing the school when you decided to go in your panties,” I explain further, “That’s a more serious offense and you get punishment worse for that.”

“I didn’t DECIDE to go in my pants – I had an accident,” she snaps back, angrily, “I admit it was my own fault but it’s not like I just DECIDED to do it.” That draws a stern warning from to watch her attitude. “You knew you had to go but you DECIDED not to go to the girls’ room,” I point out, “Maybe you didn’t actually DECIDE to go in your pants, but then again, you didn’t DECIDE to do it n the girls’ room, either.” “As a senior in high school you certainly should have known better,” I lecture her, “Especially when you already had a requirement to use the girls’ room.”

For not using the girls’ room before graduation, as she was required to do, Erica must also write “I must learn to use the girls’ room when I’m required to do so” 500 times and she must serve 3 hours detention sitting on the toilet. “500 times just for that?” she argues some more, “And detention ON THE TOILET!?” “This is just ridiculous!” she rants on, “I shouldn’t even get punished for that at all and now I gotta write 500 times and do detention sitting on the toilet.” Immediately, I bang my gavel and signal for her to stop. “I’ve already heard enough from you, young lady,” I warn her, “Unless you want to make it worse for yourself, it’s time to be quiet now.” “You didn’t visit the girls’ room when you were required to do so, and you had an accident because of it,” I point out, matter-of-factly, but sternly, “I’d say that’s well worth 500 times.” “And since you couldn’t be bothered to sit for 5 minutes on the toilet when you obviously needed to,” I continue, “You’ll just have to sit on the toilet for 3 hours now.”

“ENOUGH!” I tell her angrily, as she starts to speak again “You have your punishment and you’re just going to have to do it,” I explain, “Unless you want to make it worse by arguing some more.” She keeps quiet but still she looks ready to speak. “One more word out of you and you’re looking at another 500 times to write,” I warn her, “You’ve already got 1,500 lines to write – I don’t think you want to try for 2,000.” Dejectedly, but obediently, the newly graduated senior slumps down behind a desk in the detention section of the TVPC committee room and takes out a pen and paper to get started.

Just as I’m about to call the next case, I see a hand raised in the detention section of the TVPC committee room. The raised hand belongs to Angela, an outright gorgeous blonde-haired cheerleader, serving a detention (and writing 250 sentences) for a prank on the last day of school. Apparently on a dare, Angela urinated in the 2nd Floor boys’ room. Fortunately for her, she did urinate in a toilet – thus saving her from the more serious punishment that another girl got when she tried to use a urinal and ended up wetting not only her pants but on the floor, too. As senior pranks go, Angela’s wasn’t all that serious and I expect her to be finishing both her punishments by this afternoon.

Acknowledging her raised hand, the friendly and good natured senior tells me, “Barbara has to go to the bathroom.” The Barbara that she refers to is another girl in detention this morning. Barbara is here today serving the last few hours of a very long stretch in detention that began way back at our May 25th TVPC session. She was punished not only for messing in her panties that afternoon, but on 2 counts of forging her mother’s signature on TVPC Violation Reports that Barbara got for prior panty-soiling offenses. The poor girl has been serving some sort of detention ever since, with much of her detention time served sitting on the toilet. And she had to complete several lengthy punishment writing assignments as well. And as an added punishment for her rather frequent panty-soiling accidents in school, Barbara’s mom is making her wear diapers. Apparently, it was the threat from her mom of being put back in diapers that made Barbara so desperate to hide her soiling accidents from her mom in the first place.

Anyway, Barbara is here serving the last of her detention for all that – no doubt looking forward to FINALLY getting it over with. “Barbara has to go to the bathroom,” Angela repeats, “I think she has to go kind of bad, too.” “No, I don’t,” Barbara answers quickly, but unconvincingly. “Yes, you do,” Angela insists, “Look how you’re sitting on the edge of your seat trying to hold it in.” “You do have to go bad, don’t you?” Angela asks Barbara. “I’m alright,” Barbara insists, “I can wait.”

Unlike during the regular school year when detentions are 1 hour long and girls’ room passes are not allowed, the rules are different during the summer. During the summer, we have detentions lasting from 8 AM to 1 PM (girls can serve a whole week of detention in one morning) and girls can have 1 girls’ room pass per session if they need it. Apparently, Angela wants Barbara to ask for her pass now. “Are you sure you don’t need a girls’ room pass, Barbara?” I ask her. “You’re finally almost done with all your punishment,” I point out, “I’d really hate to see you have an accident and have to get punished all over again.” Barbara just shakes her head “no.”

“Yes, she does,” Angela insists emphatically, “She is going to have another accident if she doesn’t get to the girls’ room soon.” “I can’t force a girl to take a girls’ pass if she doesn’t want one,” I tell blonde-haired cheerleader. “I just don’t want to see her have another accident,” she tells me. “Come on, Barbara – You know you have to go,” Angela tells the toilet-troubled sophomore, “Just go to the girls’ room and do it.” “You don’t want to have another accident, do you?” the senior continues pleading, much as an older sister would, “Aren’t you tired of getting punished for bathroom stuff all the time?” But the pretty, diaper-clad sophomore insists that she’s alright. “I can wait,” she says, “I can hold it in until I get home.” “No, Barbara – You just can’t keep trying to hold it in all the time,” Angela pleads right back, “You really need to go to the girls’ room and take of your bathroom needs right now.” “It’s when you try to hold it in that keep having accidents,” the senior explains, “And then you get yourself in more trouble.” “There is nothing wrong with having a bowel movement in school – I do it all the time,” she continues pleading with Barbara, “All you have to do is take a few minutes and go do it in the toilet like you’re supposed to.” “And then you’ll feel all comfortable and everything and you won’t have to worry about having an accident and getting punished.”

“You really should go to the girls’ room if you need to,” chimes in Buffy, another girl serving detention but she’s writing sentences on the blackboard as well – specifically, “I will not use the girls’ room while on toilet suspension again” 1,000 times. “I can’t believe you’d want to risk having an accident in your pants when you can just go to the girls’ room and take care of it now,” Buffy tells Barbara, “I do bowel movements in the girls’ room all the time, too.” “Like Angela said, it really isn’t a big deal to use the girls’ room and do that in school,” Buffy, another very pretty blonde-haired senior, adds, “It’s certainly a lot better than going in your pants.” The sincerity of Buffy’s statement is underscored by the fact, she is currently on toilet suspension and judging by how she’s standing with her legs tightly twisted together, would probably just about kill to get a girls’ room pass herself. But being on toilet suspension, of course, she isn’t allowed the privilege of using the girls’ room. Acknowledging her comments, I direct Buffy to get back to her writing on the blackboard.

Turning my attention back to Barbara, it’s rather obvious now that she does indeed need a bowel movement desperately. But she still looks confused – actually, she looks like she’s about to panic – and not sure if she can manage to do in the girls’ room what she now desperately needs to do. “Angela and Buffy are right, Barbara,” I tell the toilet trouble sophomore brunette, “You really should go to the girls’ room and take care of yourself now.” “I can tell by that look in your eye that you really need to go bad,” I continue, “If you try to hold it in and wait, all that’s going to happen is you’re going to have an accident.” “And then, you’re probably going to have to write 1,000 times on the blackboard,” I warn her, “And you’re probably going to get 10 hours of sitting on the toilet, too” “Really, Barbara, this is getting serious now,” I tell her, “The last thing you want to do now is have another accident. “You really do need to start having your bowel movements in school when you need to,” I explain, in a friendly, fatherly sort of way, “You really do have to stop messing in your pants in school.”

“I’m trying really hard not to have accidents anymore,” Barbara assures us, “And I haven’t had an accident since that time back in May.” “I just got un-grounded,” she points out, “And my mom says that I have 1 week to go before I don’t have to wear this stupid diaper anymore.” “Don’t blow it now, Barbara,” Anglea chimes back in, “You’ve only got 1 to go before you get your regular panties back.” “Your mom is never going to let you have your regular underwear back if you mess in your diaper now,” Angela explains, “How long are you still going to be stuck in diapers if you mess in your diaper now.” “Don’t you see, Barbara,” she implores the sophomore, “Don’t you see how much better everything going to be for you if you go in the toilet instead of your diaper.” “Please just go sit down in the girls’ room and do what you have to do in the toilet,” she pleads, “I’ll even go with you if you want.”

Suddenly, something seems to have struck a nerve with scared sophomore. Obviously, she simply hates the idea of doing a bowel movement in the school toilets, but apparently she hates having to wear a diaper even more. “May I please go to the girls’ room now?” Barbara asks, “I really do have to go and kind of bad, too.” “Yes, you may,” I tell her happily, and with a big smile on my face, “Do you want Angela to come with you?” “Yes please,” she says and I happily give Angela permission to go with her. Normally, I wouldn’t let 2 girls go at once, but in this situation I’m going to make an exception. Just in case Barbara gets scared at the last minute and decides she doesn’t want to do it in the toilet, I want Angela to be there with her. I don’t think that she is going to let Barbara off the hook now. If she has to, she’ll probably be inspecting the toilet bowl to make sure that Barbara did indeed deposit her bowel movement therein.

With permissions asked for and permissions granted, the 2 of them are off down the hall to the 2nd Floor girls’ room and I can get back to business with today’s special session of the TVPC.

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

Moving on to our next case, it’s a charge of panty-wetting against Nadia, a cute and petite brunette who was the star of our girls’ gymnastics team. This one actually happened before the graduation ceremony even started – she wet her pants while waiting in line for the girls’ room – but she is still charged with a panty-wetting while representing the school. Nadia asks me about that.

“Obviously, I did wet my pants and obviously, it was my own fault,” Nadia acknowledges, “But I don’t understand why I’m supposed to get punished for doing it while representing the school.” “This happened in the girls’ room before the graduation even started,” she says, “In fact, not everyone was even there yet.” Nadia, with 4 accidents on her toilet record this school year, was another girl that was required to arrive early and use the girls’ room before the graduation ceremony. “I know I should be ashamed of myself for wetting my pants and believe me, I am,” she admits, “And I guess I do deserve to be punished for doing it.” “But I think it should just be for a regular accident – like when it happens in the classroom in school,” she argues, “I don’t think I should get the extra punishment for doing it while representing the school.” “I embarrassed myself, that’s for sure,” she says, “But I really didn’t embarrass the school at all.” “Once I put on that graduation gown for the ceremony, no one could see that I had wet my pants,” she explains.

Nadia makes a good point and she expresses it well, but she is simply not correct. The TVPC rules are quite clear in this regard. Just as with any other school event, a girl is considered to be representing the school from the moment she sets foot on school property for the event. I explain this to the petite gymnast. “Unfortunately, you were considered to be representing the school from the moment you arrived,” I tell her, “So unfortunately, I’m going to have to punish you for the more serious offense of wetting your pants while representing the school.” “Yes sir,” she says matter-of-factly, accepting that determination. “I kind of thought the charge was correct,” she says, “I just had to ask to make sure.” “I guess I kind of deserve extra punishment,” she says dejectedly, “I can’t believe that I wet my pants on the day of my high school graduation.” “All I can say for myself is that it happened while I was waiting in the long girls’ room line before the ceremony,” she explains, “And also that I did do quite a bit of it in the toilet after I did the worst of it in my pants.” “What I’m trying to say, sir, is that I really was trying desperately to get to a toilet when it happened,” she continues, “And if it wasn’t for that long line that night, I definitely would have made it.” “I just hope that you can consider all that when you decide my punishment,” she pleads.

Her plea does seem sincere and I have no reason to doubt the veracity of her story. I do understand that the girls’ room line before the ceremony that night was indeed quite long. What with every girl who had 3 or more accidents this year required to use the girls’ room then, as well as the usual cadre of graduating seniors using the toilet of their own volition, and teachers, other school people and assorted members of the public using it, too, there surely was a lot of people trying to use those facilities. But still, I’m puzzled as to how she could let this happen – especially on such an important day of her graduation. Of course, I ask her about this.

She goes on to tell us that before coming to school for the graduation, she stopped off Subway for a bite to eat. “My teammate Nastia is always saying how good Subway is,” Nadia points out, “I figured I should give it a try.” “I had a sub sandwich and one of those huge big gulp sodas,” she explains, “I guess it was that huge soda that came back to haunt me later.” “Darn those huge soft drinks,” she says, “Those things are really torture on a poor girl’s bladder.” “Somebody really should ban those things,” she argues. “So it was the drink’s fault?” I ask her, “At your age you still don’t what you’re going to need to do after drinking a big soda?”

“No sir, it was my fault, not the soda’s,” Nadia acknowledges, “I’m the one who drank all that soda and I know that I have to be responsible for what happens afterwards.” “I guess I just didn’t realize how fast that thing was going to wind up in my bladder,” she says. She also acknowledges that she was first feeling the need to urinate just as she was leaving the Subway restaurant, but she decided to wait. “I figured that since I had to visit the girls’ room at the stadium anyway, I might as well just wait until then,” she says, “It just seemed silly to go at the Subway and then have to go again when I got to the stadium for graduation.” “I just didn’t count on the big girls’ room line when I got there,” she explains, “And I guess I really didn’t count on how fast that stupid big gulp was going to go through me.”

“Honestly, sir, I’m not trying to blame anyone else – I know now how stupid it was of me not to go at the Subway when I had the chance,” she says, “But you wouldn’t believe how slow that stupid girls’ room line was moving.” “I was even able to hold it in right up until I was right near the stalls,” she continues, “It was like torture holding it in so long with my bladder so full, but there was only 1 person ahead of me waiting for a stall before I just lost it and started wetting my pants.” “Someone had already done a #2 in one of the toilets and clogged it, so that toilet was out of commission,” she explains, “And it seemed like the other stalls all had girls pushing out bowel movements and it was taking forever.” “And then in this other stall, some girl was taking the longest, loudest, most ridiculous pee that I’ve ever heard,” she explains further, “That pee was just going on forever and I had to listen to it while my own bladder was bursting.” “That was all I could take – I just couldn’t handle it anymore,” Nadia says, “I just totally lost it and I could feel warm pee starting to run down the insides of my thighs.” “I did eventually get control of it and when I finally got into a stall, I did do the rest of the toilet,” she tells us, “But obviously the damage to my pants was already done.” “I don’t know who that girl was that could pee like that,” she concludes, “I just wish I had a bladder that could hold half of what that girl could hold.”

“That was Lauren,” chimes in Dr. Flower with a smile – The Science teacher being one of the teachers supervising the stadium girls’ room before the graduation and the teacher who filed the Violation Report on Nadia. “Lauren was the girl in the stall doing that huge urination,” she says, “And I’d have to agree with Nadia – It was the most impressive urination I’ve ever heard, as well.” Lauren is a tall and pretty blonde, well known in the school for her bladder prowess – routinely producing the loudest and longest urinations that you’re ever going to hear. So strong is her bladder that one time when she did apparently have a wetting accident, we pretty much knew that it couldn’t have been an accident. We soon surmised that she had done it on purpose in a failed attempt to avoid taking a drug test – a drug test that she eventually took and failed.

Getting back to the matter of Nadia’s wetting accident, I can indeed show her some mercy for the unfortunate circumstances under which she had her wetting accident. But I also have to acknowledge that in spite of some circumstances working against her, she has no one to blame but herself for what happened. And, of course, I also have to consider that this was a wetting accident while representing the school. Also working against her is that it’s her fifth accident violation of the school year – having messed her panties in English class and French class, and wet them in Calculus class and European History class.

For punishment, she’ll have to write 750 times “I will not wet my pants in school or at graduation again.” She questions the severity of having to write that sentence a whopping 750 times. “I only wet my pants,” she reminds me, “I know that’s bad for a girl my age but I didn’t think that was as serious as pooping my pants.” “That’s why you’re not writing 1,000 times,” I point out, “This was, after all, wetting your pants while representing the school and it’s hardly the first accident you’ve had in your pants this year.” She is also assigned to 5 hours of detention, but it will be 5 hours sitting on the toilet. “Yes sir,” she says dejectedly, knowing how easily she could have avoided this by simply using the ladies’ room at the Subway restaurant or had she not had that huge big gulp soda in the first place.

Not surprisingly, the next case this morning deals with that clogged toilet that Nadia mentioned before. And equally not surprising, the girl accused with clogging it Friday night is Topanga, an outgoing senior with darkish blonde hair. The shapely well-proportioned Topanga is well known throughout the school for her bowel movement prowess and is certainly no stranger to clogging our toilets. She even won a contest with 2 of her friends (both boys) over who did the biggest bowel movements. Topanga apparently won that contest easily and that was only with a bowel movement that didn’t even clog the toilet.

Looking over the Violation Report filed by Dr. Flower, I note that this is a Category #2 clog – that is, Topanga clogged the toilet with a combination of her bowel movement and toilet paper. That is a little more serious than if she had only clogged the toilet with her bowel movement (that’s a “Category #1 clog), but not nearly as serious as other types of clogging the toilet – like Category #3 (clogging with toilet paper only), Category #4 (clogging with sanitary pads) or Category #5 (flushing soiled panties or other soiled clothing down the toilet). Topanga is pretty much a nice girl with a good attitude, good grades and good toilet habits – she is certainly not shy about doing her bowel movements in school like a lot of girls are – but she can be argumentative at times and sometimes toilet troubles just seem to find her. I wonder if this is going to be one of those times.

Topanga pleads “Not Guilty” to the charge – a plea that stuns Dr. Flower, who was supervising the stadium girls’ room at the time. “You clogged the toilet and you know you clogged the toilet,” Dr. Flower tells her, “No one is saying that you did it on purpose, but you obviously did do it – I saw it with my own eyes.” “You saw the toilet get clogged,” Topanga counters, “You didn’t see me clogging the toilet because I didn’t clog the toilet.” “I saw a whole bunch of girls go into that stall one at a time before you,” Dr. Flower points out, “Brooke, Sabrina, Willow and Cordelia to be exact.” “They all urinated, I assume they wiped themselves, and then they flushed the toilet and came out,” she continues, “The toilet functioned properly for all of them and it wasn’t clogged at all.” “Then YOU went in there and took care of your business,” she tells the argumentative senior, “And when you came out, the toilet water was right up to the rim of the bowl.” “The toilet was clogged and obviously it was YOU that clogged it!” the Science teacher points out emphatically, “Again, no one is saying that you clogged it on purpose, but obviously you did indeed clog it.”

Still, Topanga sticks to her “Not Guilty” plea. “I know I’m the one who did it in the toilet and it wouldn’t flush down,” she acknowledges. “I mean, I did do a bowel movement and obviously I wiped myself afterwards,” she admits, “So obviously it was my stuff in the toilet.” “But no way should that have clogged the toilet,” she argues, “I mean I really didn’t do that much at all this time.” “I already did a bowel movement at home that morning – the one at the stadium was actually my second one of the day,” Topanga explains, “It really wasn’t that big a bowel movement – no way should that have clogged the toilet.” “I’d say that was an awfully big one that you did,” Dr. Flower argues, “If that really was the second one that you did that day, you must really have been backed up.”

“No I wasn’t and that’s the point!” Topanga argues in frustration, “That was only a normal sized bowel movement for me – I do bowel movements like that all the time and those things never clog the toilet.” “I have bowel movements a lot bigger than that sometimes and they’re the ones that clog the toilet,” the senior argues some more, “There’s no way that that one should have even come close to clogging the toilet.” “But obviously you did clog the toilet,” I point out to Topanga, “I’m not about to compare your bowel movements by size, but OBVIOUSLY this one was big enough to do the job.” “OBVIOUSLY, there was something wrong with your toilet!” Topanga snaps back, a tinge of anger in her voice, “Maybe is you had decent toilets in this stupid school, you wouldn’t have problems with me clogging the toilet all the time!!” Before I even get the chance to warn her about her attitude, she apologizes. “I’m sorry, sir, but it’s just that it’s so frustrating,” she tells me, “It’s just that I’m not doing anything wrong – I just go to the girls’ room when I need to and do my bowel movements in the toilet like I’m supposed to.” “Then the toilet gets clogged and I have to get punished,” she says, “Most of the time I don’t even flush any toilet paper down with it and it still clogs – I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do.” “What you’re supposed to do is go in the toilet when you need to,” I tell her sympathetically, “I really don’t think you’d want to have some of those really big bowel movements in your panties, do you?” Topanga nods her head in agreement with that.

“You did have toilet paper in the bowl with your bowel movement this time,” Dr. Flower points out, “There was actually quite a bit of toilet paper in there.” “I went to the bathroom and I had to wipe myself,” Topanga tells her, frustration evident again, “Now you’re telling me that I shouldn’t be wiping myself.” “No way did I use too much toilet paper or waste it!” the pretty and shapely senior states emphatically, “I needed every bit of that toilet paper to wipe myself.” “I’m not accusing you of doing anything improper with the toilet paper, Topanga,” Dr. Flower explains calmingly, “I’m just saying that you used a lot of it.” “The point is that I think it was the combination of a good sized bowel movement and a lot of toilet paper that made the toilet clog,” the Science teacher explains further, “I don’t think it was the bowel movement itself that did it.” Upon questioning, Topanga admits that she did start to wipe herself and then had to go some more, necessitating that she had to start wiping herself all over again.

“Why didn’t you just flush the bowel movement and the first bits of toilet paper first?” I ask her, “I know when you have your bigger bowel movements, you usually flush that separately before you even start wiping yourself.” “Because my bowel movement wasn’t that big this time!!” she shouts back in frustration, “I didn’t even think about that because the bowel movement wasn’t that big!” I then motion for her to calm down and she does. “That was just a regular bowel movement for me – Flushing it down the toilet should have been routine,” she says, calming down, “No way should that have clogged the toilet.” Topanga reminds us of the time she had to take pictures of some of her bowel movements – that being part of her punishment for the big bowel movement contest she had with her friends. “All of those bowel movements that I had to take a picture of were bigger than this one,” she argues, “And all of those flushed down the toilet without any problems.”

“I’m sorry, Topanga, but obviously you did clog the toilet,” I tell her, “I’m afraid that I’m going to have to find you ‘Guilty’.” “I’m sorry that you’ve had such problems with our toilets clogging when you use them, but you have to admit that sometimes you really do have enormous bowel movements,” I point out, “I mean, as I understand it, you did win that contest with Corey and Shawn.” “You can’t tell me that you’ve never clogged the toilet at home,” I tell her, “You can’t tell me that school is the only place you’ve ever clogged the toilet.” “No sir,” Topanga admits, “I clog it at home a lot.” “I’ve clogged it a lot of other places, too,” she further admits, “There was a time at summer camp a few years ago, that I clogged the toilet ever time I did a bowel movement there.” “I thought so,” I tell her sympathetically.

For punishment, Topanga will have to write “I will not clog the toilet in the girls’ room in school again” 300 times and serve 3 days in detention. “You can write your lines while you’re serving your detention time,” I tell the graduated senior, “I don’t think that’s too bad considering it’s your 4th time clogging the toilet this school year.” “Yes sir,” Topanga answers obediently as she takes a seat and quickly gets to work on her sentences.

Before moving on with our agenda, our attention is suddenly diverted to Buffy writing sentences on the blackboard in the back of the room. The poor girl is suddenly frozen in place, legs held tightly together, and moaning in agony. Having to write 1,000 sentences on the blackboard is surely unpleasant, but rarely does it provoke the kind of agony that Buffy is in. Of course, I check to see is she’s alright.

“I just have to go – I have to go so bad,” Buffy responds, a cry in her voice, “You just wouldn’t believe how bad I have to go to the bathroom now.” “My stomach hurts so bad and my legs are starting to cramp from trying to hold my butt cheeks closed,” she says, “And if I move a muscle, I’m afraid I’m going to mess in my panties really bad.” Buffy is, of course, on toilet suspension and therefore not allowed the privilege of using school bathrooms for any reason. “Well, maybe you just have to let it happen, Buffy,” I suggest, “When you’re on toilet suspension, you end up messing in your panties sometimes and maybe this is one of those times.” The bold and pretty senior just shoots me a disgusted look – obviously she really doesn’t want to mess in her panties. “I don’t know how much longer you can hold it in, Buffy, -- I think its gong to be in your panties soon anyway,” I tell her, “I think you’re only delaying the inevitable and prolonging your agony.” “I think you just have to let it out, Buffy,” I suggest, “I know it’s probably going to be a big mess, but you’re going to be a whole lot more comfortable once it happens.” “I know it’s hard to just let yourself do it, but sometimes it’s really for the best” I tell Buffy. “How can it be for the best, sir?” she says as she starts to cry from the outright pain of holding it in, “How can I just let myself mess in my panties?”

Buffy’s been on toile suspension for a while – ever since the June 22nd TVPC session when she lost her temper with the TVPC as we punished her younger sister Dawn for both soiling and wetting her pants that day. Dawn is actually down the hall in the 2nd Floor girls’ room serving toilet sitting punishment, and I can only imagine how much Buffy would like to join her. I’ve seen Buffy in wet pants before during this toilet suspension, but I have to wonder if this is the first time she’s facing having to do a bowel movement and having no toilet to do it in. I ask her about this.

“Yes, sir, this would be the first mess in my panties,” she acknowledges, “I have peed in my pants and that was bad enough, but it’s not as bad as this.” “I did have to do a bowel movement that one time,” she reminds me, “And you know what happened then.” I nod my head “yes.” Buffy’s original sentence was only 2 days on toilet suspension, but it was on that second day that she desperately needed a bowel movement and snuck into the basement girls’ room to do it. That not only got her the 1,000 sentences that she’s writing on the blackboard now, but a much longer time on toilet suspension, as well. “I didn’t want to do a bowel movement in my panties then and I don’t want to do one now,” she says, still in agony holding it in, “I’m trying really hard not to do it in my panties now.”

“Well, if you had just accepted your toilet suspension then and not snuck into the girls’ room that day, you wouldn’t be facing all that now,” I point out, “I guess you would have had a mess in your panties that day, but that would have been the end of it – that would have been the end of your punishment.” “You wouldn’t be writing those 1,000 sentences now and you wouldn’t be looking forward to 2 more weeks on toilet suspension after that,” I remind her. Once she finishes that writing assignment, Buffy still has to come in for 2 weeks of summertime detention (8 AM to 1 PM) each day and just sit in the corner facing the wall. And she, of course, has to do that without being allowed to use the girls’ room.

Suddenly, Buffy just lets out a groan even worse than the groan she let out before. I can’t be sure if she just let go on purpose or whether her ability to hold it in just failed, but Buffy suddenly faces her moment of shame. At first, it’s only a small, barely noticeable bulge that forms in the back of her tight jeans, but suddenly that bulge expands to the size of a baseball and then eventually to softball size. Then suddenly more of it seems to come as the tightness of the shapely senior’s jeans fights back against the fecal onslaught in her panties. That is to say, the mess seems to flatten a bit against the resistance of Buffy’s jeans. Then suddenly streaks of wetness appear down her inner thighs. It’s not a full-blown pants wetting – just a little loss of bladder control amidst the agony of what was happening in her bowels – but it’s certainly enough to add to Buffy’s humiliation. The poor girl just breaks down sobbing with humiliation at the disaster that just befell her.

It’s impossible not to feel sorry for the poor girl, but all I can do is point at the blackboard and tell her to get back to writing her sentences. Such is the fate of a girl on toilet suspension – the TVPC’s most dreaded punishment.

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

The TVPC has 2 faculty matters that it must deal with for the next school year. As long as we’re having a session this morning, we might as well deal with these now.

The first case is actually a punishment appeal. It concerns Mrs. Johns, our ace bathroom monitor. Unfortunately, Mrs. Johns has had a tough go of it lately and that’s what she’s here to tell us about. As faithful readers of the TVPC surely know, Mrs. Johns is currently serving a toilet suspension for committing the very serious offense of trying to flush her soiled panties down the toilet in the librarian’s office bathroom. Normally, the TVPC cannot punish teachers and staff members for toilet violations, but this violation was of sufficient magnitude that I was insistent that Mrs. Johns agree to be punished for it – as well as be punished for messing in her panties in the first place. After much discussion, Mrs. Johns reluctantly agreed to submit to our authority and accept punishment from the TVPC for her toilet misdeeds.

As I noted, trying to flush soiled panties down the toilet is a very serious offense and Mrs. Johns has been serving a toilet suspension ever since. Apparently, she has come here today to appeal her sentence and plead for leniency. “Please, Mr. Chairman, I’m begging you,” she says, “Please let me go back to using the toilet.” “Please, sir, you just don’t know how bad it is not being able to use the bathroom in school all day,” she tells me, “I end up going in my pants everyday and a lot of times it isn’t just wetting my pants.” “Please sir, I’ve already been punished enough – I’m really sorry for what I did,” she pleads, “Please let me have my toilet privileges back when school starts in September.”

A quick check of her file indicates that her sentence of toilet suspension continues through the month of September next school year and after that she has to spend the next 2 months using only the student girls’ rooms. Of course, I ask Mrs. Johns about this. “I know – I still have a month to go on my toilet suspension,” Mrs. Johns acknowledges. “I was really hoping that you could let me off on that,” she pleads, “Actually, I’m begging you to let me off on that.” “I’ll use the student bathrooms for that month if I have to,” she proposes, “I just want to be able to use the toilet somewhere instead of going in my pants.” “As I recall, it was NOT wanting to use the student girls’ rooms that caused you to have an accident in the first place,” I remind her, “And I believe it was those soiled panties that you tried to flush down the toilet.” Mrs. Johns was supervising girls doing punishments in the girls’ rooms at the time and was apparently trying to hold it in and wait rather than using the girls’ toilets right there. “You didn’t want to use the student girls’ room then, but now you’re telling me that you do WANT to use them” I point out to her. “Anything is better than going in my pants, Mr. Chairman,” she replies. “I don’t care if I have to use a bucket to go to the bathroom in or if I have to squat in the bushes outside,” she pleads, “I just don’t want to go in my pants anymore.” “I know that I did go in my pants that time,” she explains, “And that was because I was trying to hold it in to use a faculty bathroom later.” “I mean, I would rather use a faculty bathroom than a student one,” she explains further, “But I would certainly settle for being able to use a student bathroom now.” “I really have learned my lesson about that now,” she assures me, “I’m always going to use the girls’ rooms if I need to.” “I’m never going to try to hold it in and wait like I did before,” she promises, “It’s always better to just go in the toilet – ANY TOILET! – Than to risk going in your pants.”

“Well, I’m certainly glad to hear that,” I tell our ace bathroom monitor, “But, as you acknowledged yourself, what you did was a serious offense.” “You got a punishment to go with the severity of your offense,” I remind her, “I’m not sure why we should change that now.”

“Yes, Mr. Chairman, I understand what you’re saying,” Mrs. Johns says, “I know that you only gave me the punishment that I deserved.” “But I just want to say that I really have learned my lesson already,” she explains, “You really don’t need to make me spend any more time on toilet suspension to teach a lesson.” “I’m just never going to do anything like that again,” she assures me again, “I promise you that I’m never going to have any more accidents in my panties and I’ll certainly never try to flush my panties down the toilet again.” “I’ll just do anything, sir, if I could just be allowed to use the toilet again in school,” she pleads, “I just can’t even tell you how sick I am of going to the bathroom in my pants everyday – especially when it’s a BM, too.” “You don’t know how embarrassing it is for me to walk around all day with a load in my panties,” Mrs. Johns continues, “It’s embarrassing enough when I just wet my pants, but when I have a load in my panties, too, it’s the worst.” “I know that I deserved the punishment I got, but it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing,” she adds.

But going in your panties was only part of the problem, Mrs. Johns,” I remind her, “The big problem was what you did with your panties afterwards.” “I really thought that you had more sense than that,” I tell our ace bathroom monitor, “I still find it unbelievable that you’d try to flush your messy panties down the toilet.” “Yes sir – I find it hard to believe what I did, too,” she says, “I really can’t believe that I was that stupid.” “I guess I was just trying to hide what I did,” she points out, “I was just so ashamed of myself for messing in my panties that I didn’t want anyone to find out.” “I know that’s not an excuse, but I really think that’s what happened,” she tells me, “I was just so desperate to hide the evidence of what I’d done, that I wasn’t thinking straight.” “I know it was a serious toilet violation to try to flush messy panties,” she explains, “But I was so desperate to get cleaned up and get rid of those panties, that I just wasn’t thinking of that.”

As I and the rest of the TVPC listen to her impassioned pleas, it’s obvious she’s suffered a lot with this toilet suspension already. “All of my panties are ruined now,” she tells us, “They all have really big stains that are impossible to get out.” “The dirty stains from the bowel movements are obviously the worst,” she explains, “But just wetting my panties leaves stains, too – Especially when you wet in them a lot.” “I just want to go and buy new panties,” she explains further, “But obviously, I don’t want to do that if I’m still going to be on toilet suspension.” “I just want to buy new panties and go back to using the toilet in school,” she pleads, “Please, I’m begging you, let me start using the toilet again.” She also points out how good she done with her other punishments. “I did my 1,000 lines and also my 250 lines for doing the mess itself,” she reminds us, “It just took forever to write all that, but I got it all done on time.” “I did my time standing in the corner in the library during my free period,” she continues, “And I spent my month of detention cleaning the bathrooms.” “I cleaned up some pretty nasty messes in the girls’ room and I scrubbed a lot of toilets until they were spotless,” she reminds us, “I worked really hard on that punishment and I think I did some good making those bathrooms clean.”

The TVPC takes Mrs. Johns’ appeal under consideration. She is obviously sincere. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever heard a more impassioned plea before the TVPC. I know it’s bad enough when a student has to go on toilet suspension and has to go in her pants everyday, but it certainly must be a whole lot worse for a staff member. Our sympathies are certainly with Mrs. Johns and I’m sure that she had indeed learned her lesson. But I’m afraid that her offense was just too serious to grant her a punishment appeal now. “I’m sorry Mrs. Johns, but you’re just going to have to serve your full sentence,” I inform her and note for the record. “You’re going to have to be on toilet suspension through the month of September next school year,” I tell her, “You’ll get your toilet privileges back on October 1st and you can then begin serving your 2 months of using the student girls’ rooms only.” Hearing that, Mrs. Johns just breaks down sobbing into her hands. “I know it’s bad, but you’ll get through it,” I encourage her. “You’ve served more than a month on toilet suspension already,” I point out, “You’re more than half way done.” You can do it,” I encourage her again. It does little to buck up her spirits though. The poor lady just sits there crying at the thought of another month of going to the bathroom in her pants in school.

Before getting to the final item on today’s agenda, we have a visit from Sam, a beautiful and POPULAR brunette. Sam is with us today doing toilet sitting punishment – a whole lot of toilet sitting punishment. In fact, the recently graduated senior has so much toilet sitting punishment still left to do that she’s going to be with us for quite a while. Sam’s a very nice girl – quite bright and easy to get along with (in fact, she was the editor of the school paper this past year) – but she’s really had her toilet troubles. In spite of her fearlessness in running the school paper, she is quite shy when it comes to her bowel movements and frequently found herself trying desperately to hold it in rather than have a bowel movement in the girls’ room at school. She’s had numerous panty-soiling accidents in her high school career, including a very shameful 7 such accidents in this, her senior year.

Faithful readers of the TVPC should remember her from our June 5th session when she was called to answer for 3 separate panty-soiling violations (her 5th, 6th and 7th of the school year) – all three of the panties previously hidden in her closet at home and brought to the TVPC’s attention by her stepsister Brooke. There were actually 4 pair of Sam’s soiled panties that Brooke found and brought to the TVPC meeting, but only 3 of them were accidents that Sam had had in school. The 4th was an accident that Sam apparently had at the movies – certainly shameful for a girl Sam’s age but not subject to TVPC jurisdiction. Suffice to say, she and her stepsister Brooke don’t get along too well.

At that aforementioned TVPC meeting, Sam was punished quite severely for those 3 panty-soiling offenses. She was assigned to write, “I will not soil my panties in school again” 5,000 times and to sit ½ an hour on every toilet in every girls’ room in the whole school. Suffice to say, this hasn’t been a happy time for Sam trying to get her punishments done while still finding the time to study for final exams on her rigorous academic schedule and otherwise preparing for her high school graduation.

“How was graduation, Sam?” I ask her. “It was good,” she says, “I was kind of tired, but overall it was pretty nice.” As you may recall, Sam was required to hand in that full writing assignment (all 5,000 times of it) by the day of graduation or she wouldn’t be allowed to participate in the ceremony. “I got that assignment done,” she says, “I had to stay up all night the nigh before to get it done, but I got it done on time.” “That was the front and back of 100 sheets of paper,” she points out, “That’s not something that I want to have to do ever again.” “Well, don’t mess in your panties again and you won’t have to,” I tell her.

“Yes sir,” she tells me, “I have learned my lesson – I just did a bowel movement in the girls’ room a little while ago.” “Well, that’s all well and good,” I tell her, “But I’d think it would be impossible NOT to go in the toilet when you’re already sitting on the toilet for punishment.” Sam just shrugs her shoulders at that characterization. I guess the important thing is that she hasn’t gone in her pants yet again and how she managed to accomplish that isn’t really that important at this point.

Getting more to the point, Sam is here to tell us that she just finished her toilet sitting punishment in the 2nd Floor girls’ room. As per her assigned punishment, she has now sat for ½ an hour on all the toilets in the 2nd Floor girls’ room. Unlike with her writing assignment, which I required her to finish before graduation, she still has much toilet sitting to finish. So now, the poor girl has to come in for 5 hours (8 AM to 1 PM) everyday, going from toilet to toilet, until she has spent ½ an hour on each toilet – All 117 of them! Having only previously finished her sitting outright in 2 girls’ room and having only sat her time on a few toilets in the 2nd Floor girls’ room, she’s got a long way still to go. Obviously, she’s going to be at it for a quite a few days before she’s done.

“Alright, that’s the 2nd Floor, Science Wing, and New Edition girls’ rooms that you’re finished with now,” I recap for her, “I guess you can start on the Main Corridor girls’ room now.” “After that, you’ll still have the Gymnasium/Auditorium girls’ room, the Basement girls’ room and the girls’ room by the cafeteria left,” I remind her, “As well as the toilets in the girls’ locker room, at the tennis courts, and over in the football stadium.” “I have to do the girls’ locker room, tennis courts and football stadium, too?” she asks disappointedly. “Yes, you do!” I tell her, matter-of-factly, “I said ½ an hour on every girls’ room toilet in the school and I meant EVERY toilet.” “Consider yourself lucky I’m not making you do the port-o-pottys at all the other fields, too,” I point out.

“Yes sir,” Sam says dejectedly, as she heads to the Main Corridor girls’ room to get started on her toilet sitting there.” Perhaps just sitting on the toilet doesn’t seem like that bad a punishment, but when you have to do it on every toilet in the whole school, it can get awfully boring. But if Sam had just gone to the girls’ room and used the toilet when she needed to before, she wouldn’t be having to do all this toilet sitting punishment now.

The final matter before this special session of the TVPC concerns the very lovely, spandex-clad cheerleading coach Miss Musso. She’s had her share of toileting problems as well – nothing as serious as a toilet suspension like Mrs. Johns, but Miss Musso has had more than her share of panty-soiling accidents. Her file is thick with the lengthy punishment writing assignments that she’s had to complete for those accidents – panty-soiling accidents mostly while representing the school as the cheerleading coach.

I’m pleased to note that Miss Musso is not charged with a toilet violation this morning, but rather she was referred here by the school principal. The principal and the school board have to decide pretty soon on the coaches for next school year. Amongst others, they have to decide who’s going to be the cheerleading coach next year. The principal is asking for the TVPC’s help in that regard. Miss Musso has once again applied for the position, but the principal has reservations about whether she should be reappointed. These concerns are, of course, because of her habit for of messing in her panties at games while representing the school as the cheerleading coach. The TVPC has been asked to make a recommendation in this matter.

Naturally, we’ve asked the very lovely Miss Musso to come before the TVPC so we can discuss the matter. She’s wearing tight red spandex shorts that really make it difficult to concentrate on the matter at hand, but concentrate we must. This is a very important matter. She usually wears tight spandex sweatpants (especially during football season) that do little to hide her panty-loads when she has an accident, but if ever she were to have an accident in these shorts, it would leave nothing to the imagination.

Dispensing with the preliminaries we get right to the subjects of Miss Musso and her toilet habits. “I assume that you know the principal is hesitant to re-appoint you as cheerleading coach due to the accidents you’ve had,” I tell her, “He’s very concerned about the poor example you’re setting by messing in your panties in front of your cheerleaders.” “I must say that the TVPC shares that concern, Grace,” I continue. “It’s bad enough when one of our cheerleaders messes in her panties at a game,” I explain, “When our cheerleading coach does it, it’s an absolute disgrace.” “Yes sir, Mr. Chairman – I know it sets a bad example when I have an accident,” she explains contritely, “Believe me, it’s pretty embarrassing, too.” “But I’ve really been trying hard to do better,” she says. “At away football games, I sometimes have to use port-o-pottys because that’s all they have there,” she explains, “I hate port-o-pottys but I use them because I know it’s better than going in my panties.” “I seem to remember a game this year when you didn’t use the port-o-potty – I think it was the game at Capeside HS,” I remind her, “As I recall, you messed in your panties pretty bad that afternoon.” Yes, sir,” she acknowledges. “I can’t really explain that,” she says, shamefully, “I just kept trying to hold it in and eventually it just came out in my panties.” “But that was the only accident I had at a game this year,” she quickly points out, “I did use the port-o-potty at other games.”

“I certainly am happy it was the only accident you had this year,” I tell her. “But I think we both know that’s not good enough – especially for a coach,” I point out, “We both know that you need to be going in the toilet ALL THE TIME and not just MOST of the time.” “Yes sir – I know I have to do better and I’m trying really hard,” Miss Musso tells us, “I know that I’m not supposed to have any accidents at all and I’m trying really hard not to.” She points out that as bad as it was for her to have that accident at the Capeside football game this year it was still one accident less than she had the prior school year. But that’s a dubious distinction at best. “Having 2 accidents in the same school year while representing the school was an absolute disgrace,” I tell the embarrassed cheerleading coach, “You were the only one in the whole school to do that – There wasn’t even a single student who had 2 accidents while representing the school.” “Disgraceful!” I tell her. “Disgraceful!!” I tell her again. But I guess, as she says, having only 1 messing accident this year is better than the 2 she had the year before.

The TVPC has a tough decision to make. I believe that Grace – that is, Miss Musso – is trying really hard not to mess in her panties anymore – at least, while serving as our cheerleading coach. But many times at away games there are only port-o-potty bathrooms to use and obviously Miss Musso does not like to have her bowel movements in them. And even when they do have regular bathroom facilities at games, they rarely have separate facilities for faculty and staff and Miss Musso obviously doesn’t like to have her bowel movements in the same bathroom as her cheerleaders, either. This is clearly a big problem with the very lovely and otherwise very good cheerleading coach. With all that to consider, the TVPC is having great difficulty trying to reach a decision on whether or not to recommend to the principal, Miss Musso’s rehiring as cheerleading coach.

After much discussion, TVPC member Mrs. Crabtree comes up with an idea. “Cheerleading is very important to the fans of our school,” Mrs. Crabtree says, “And I don’t think we can make that decision without hearing from the fans.” “I think we should keep this issue open for now,” she continues, “And we should take comments from our fans.” It’s a good idea and the rest of the TVPC agrees.

So we put the question to YOU, our fans: SHOULD MISS MUSSO RETURN NEXT YEAR AS OUR CHEERLEADING COACH?

So concludes another session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee. Meeting adjourned at 10:17 AM.

[Drying]

Wow, very good!

How many reports have you done now, Arnold?

[spandexman]

Another great report Thanks

You keep the girls in line Arnold, as for the faculty, keep a closer eye on Mrs. Johns and Grace needs to be retained, or else a spandexwear company will hire her as a model. perhaps to do before and after posing, to show how much poop a pair of spandex shorts can hold before bursting!!!!

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

Thanks to both of you for your kind comments. I'm sorry I didn't respond sooner but I was away on vacation for a while.

It is indeed a tough job as Chairman of the TVPC but somebody's got to do it. As for the number of these I've written, that's tough to count. It's been about 30 of them over the past 2 years on these boards. But my writing the TVPC goes back about 30 years when I'd write the stories for a digest magazine callled LETTERS. I may have written close to 100 of these over the years, although until the last 2 years on this forum, I hadn't written any for a quite a while. I'm glad that people are enjoying them.

[Drying]

Thanks to both of you for your kind comments. I'm sorry I didn't respond sooner but I was away on vacation for a while.

It is indeed a tough job as Chairman of the TVPC but somebody's got to do it. As for the number of these I've written, that's tough to count. It's been about 30 of them over the past 2 years on these boards. But my writing the TVPC goes back about 30 years when I'd write the stories for a digest magazine callled LETTERS. I may have written close to 100 of these over the years, although until the last 2 years on this forum, I hadn't written any for a quite a while. I'm glad that people are enjoying them.

Wow, so many!

[Narada]

Great session as usual. Ms. Musso should definitely return as cheerleading coach--I can't wait to read about her next accidental soiling.

[spandexman]

Perhaps an update report on the staff

Perhaps during the summer someone can update Miss Mars, Ms. Musso and Mrs. Johns, after all they are naughty panty poopers at heart.

[kochel428]

I love these stories, but I've been thinking that it would be great to be able to see life at this school from the girls' perspective. Any chance of writing a story that has a girl having an accident, appearing in front of the committee, and then having to go through toilet suspension?

I know of one fairly old story about a girl on toilet suspension, but something new would be lovely.

[spandexman]

And a staff members as well

Imagine following the daily routine of Mrs. Johns, or Miss Musso during the summer. They are full fledged pants poopers anyway so when on their own and perhaps with friends they tend to wet and poop themselves. I can imagine their adventures or misadventures.