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Welcome to a session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) – this writer’s favorite fantasy. The story takes place in a high school not unlike other high schools. In this high school, however, there are strict rules regarding the toileting behavior of the school’s female students. Those who break the school toilet rules (including the rules against going to the bathroom in your pants) are brought before the TVPC to have their cases heard and their punishment given out if they are guilty. Meetings of the TVPC are called to order at 3:10 PM each school day in the TVPC meeting room – Room 222 of the high school. It should be noted that where this story takes place you need to be 18 in order to enter high school so all persons depicted, even though entirely fictional, are at least 18 years of age.
My name is Arnold Ziffel and I’m chairman of the TVPC. What follows are the summary minutes of the TVPC meeting of October 30, 2012. .
As I open this afternoon’s session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC), and see our girls’ soccer coach here along with her star player, I am not pleased. “Please tell me that this isn’t what I think it is,” I ask Miss Spellman, who teaches Math in addition to coaching girls’ soccer. “Please tell me that you didn’t mess in your panties yet again,” I ask Hope, an outright gorgeous junior with dark blonde hair and star of the soccer team. Hope, the team goalie, has had a history of toileting problems – especially accidents – at soccer games. Not that she is immune from having accidents at other times, but soccer games always seem to bring out the worst in Hope toilet-wise. And when I say “worst” I mean worst for Hope because, as faithful readers of the TVPC surely know, soccer players are representing the school and when they have accidents at games they get punished even worse than when they have an accident in school.
“I’m afraid that Hope did mess in her panties again,” Coach Spellman tells us, “It happened yesterday afternoon at the soccer game.” “And it was really a big mess, too,” the coach adds. “It really wasn’t that big,” Hope quickly chimes in. “If it were any bigger it would have split your shorts.” Coach Spellman argues back, “I’ve seen loads under girls’ soccer shorts before – especially yours,” the pretty, blonde-haired coach explains, “But I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pair bulging with a load like yours was.” “Any more in your panties and I’m sure it would have ripped them,” the coach reports. “Well, my panties held it all,” Hope tells us, “I guess my panties were soiled kind of bad but that was it.” “Well, that’s hardly an excuse,” I tell the toilet-troubled soccer star, “Just because you didn’t mess your panties so bad that the panties couldn’t contain the load, is hardly something to brag about.” “I didn’t mean it as an excuse, sir,” she says, “I’m just saying that at least my shorts didn’t get soiled – at least my panties held it all like they’re supposed to.”
“Like they’re supposed to?” Coach Spellman shouts back at hearing that. “Your panties held in the mess like they’re SUPPOSED TO?” “You’re panties aren’t supposed to have a mess in them at all!” she yells at her star goalie, “Your panties aren’t where you’re supposed to be doing your bowel movements – The toilet is!” “Well, if they had a toilet there, I would have used it,” Hope argues, “But you know how much I hate using port-o-potties – especially for doing that.”
“No one LIKES using a port-o-potty!” Coach Spellman screams back at her, “Do you think I wanted to a do a bowel movement in that port-o-potty yesterday?” “But we do it because we have to go and it’s better than going in our pants,” she continues, “I still can’t believe you’d rather just go in your pants than use the toilet – even it’s a port-o-potty.” “It’s not like I just went in my panties,” the tall and beautiful Hope argues back. “It’s not like I did it on purpose – I just had an accident.” “I didn’t want to go in the port-o-potty or my pants,” she continues, “I was trying to hold it in until we got back to our school so I could do it in a regular toilet.” “Well, how did that work out for you?” the angry coach fires back, “Maybe you didn’t actually do it in your pants on purpose, but you sure as hell didn’t do anything to prevent it from happening.” “You knew very well that if you didn’t go in the port-o-potty, you were going to end up going in your pants,” Coach Spellman continues lecturing, “But still you wouldn’t go in the port-o-potty.” “You’ve gone in your pants enough times to know what it feels like when you’re about to do that,” she tells Hope, “But still your wouldn’t go in the port-o-potty.” “One time in your panties is an accident – I can have sympathy for that,” she adds, “Going in your pants as much as you do at your age – that’s simply a disgrace.” “It’s only my first time this year,” Hope quickly blurts out in her defense.
With that, I quickly bang my gavel. The back and forth between Hope and Coach Spellman may very well be interesting, but it’s not entirely relevant to the case. “It’s actually your second time this school year, Hope,” I tell her, “You messed in your panties during the athletic physicals in August, remember? “Yes sir – I just mean, it’s my first time at a soccer game this year,” she clarifies, “It’s my first one while representing the school.” While that’s true, it’s hardly a convincing argument as I contemplate sentencing this stunningly beautiful but very toilet troubled soccer star.
“You were warned young lady,” I tell her, “You were warned what was going to happen if you messed in your panties again at a soccer game.” “But obviously you didn’t heed those warnings,” I remind her. “And obviously you didn’t heed your coach’s advice that you should be using the bathroom right before every game,” I also point out, “If you had done as your coach wanted you to do, you wouldn’t be here about to get your punishment for messing in your panties.” “I thought I didn’t have to do that toilet visits thing if I didn’t want to,” Hope says. “I thought that since last year’s accidents don’t count on my record for this year, my accident in August only counted as my first,” she points out, “And for my first accident, I could only get a warning and you couldn’t make me do toilet visits for punishment.”
“You’re quite right, young lady,” I tell her with a smug smile, “But given all your toilet problems, don’t you think visiting the bathroom before the game was a good idea?” “You’re certainly right that we can’t punish you for not using the toilet before the game like your coach wanted you to,” I continue, “But now that you’ve had an accident, we can damn sure take that into consideration as to your punishment!” “You were warned that you’d get the maximum punishment if you messed your panties at a soccer game again,” I remind her, “And the maximum punishment is exactly what you’re going to get.”
With that, I sentence her to write, “I will not soil my panties in school or at soccer games again” 1,000 times. “A THOUSAND times?” Hope asks, questioning the severity of her punishment. “You heard me, young lady, 1,000 times!” I tell her. “I-I-I I thought you only got 500 times for the first accident at a game or something,” she mumbles through her tears, “I only got 500 times last year for my first accident at a soccer game.” “Well, obviously 500 times wasn’t enough,” I point out, “Because, as I recall, you messed in your panties a second time at a game last year.” “And here you are messing in your panties at a game again this year,” I point out, “And that comes even after you were warned of the consequences for doing it again.” “So now we’ll try 1,000 times for your first offense soiling at a game,” I explain, “And your next one will not only be 2,000 times but 2,000 times on the blackboard after school.”
Hope cries and pleads for leniency. She was surely expecting 500 times for this and no doubt thought 500 times was something she could handle. But apparently 1,000 times is quite a different story. “That’s not only 1,000 times but that’s a pretty long sentence as well,” she pleads, “It’ll take like forever to write that 1,000 times.” “Good!” I tell her, in no uncertain terms, “And while you’re writing it, you can think about how using the port-o-potty like you were supposed to would only have taken 3 or 4 minutes.” She tries to compose herself to plead for leniency some more, but I stop her. “Don’t waste you breath,” I tell her, “You’re writing it 1,000 times and that’s final.” “You’ll also be serving 2 weeks in detention,” I explain and note for the record, “And that’s going to be detention sitting on a toilet in the girls’ locker room.
“But what about soccer?” she asks, through a river of tears, “I have games and practices after school.” “I’ll let you defer your detentions on game days,” I explain, “But you’ll sit your hour of detention on practice days.” “You need not worry so much about soccer training for a while,” I suggest, “At least not until you’ve mastered toilet training first.” “I don’t need to be toilet trained,” Hope blurts out at hearing that, “I am toilet trained.” “Anyone who saw that big bulge in your soccer shorts yesterday would certainly dispute that,” Coach Spellman offers, “And if your panties could talk, I’m sure they’d dispute that as well.” The Coach’s last comment draws a round of giggles from the crowd – much to Hope’s further embarrassment. I also officially sentence Hope to having to visit the bathroom before each and every soccer game for the rest of the year. “If Hope doesn’t do the toilet visit beforehand, she doesn’t play in the game,” I tell Coach Spellman, “And that especially includes if the bathroom is a port-o-potty. “Not visiting the bathroom before the game would be a separate violation,” I warn Hope, “You would get a separate punishment for that in addition to your punishment for the accident itself.” “I’m telling you right now, Hope, that you better not be back here with another panty-soiling at a soccer game,” I warn her further, “You’ll be one very sorry young lady if you do.”
Moving on to toilet violations from today, we’ll first deal with several accident cases.
Our first such case is that of a cute and petite freshman blonde name Avery. Avery is a bit shy, but she’s quite a talented writer who even has her own blog in the school’s on-line newspaper. Her blog, which purports to be written from the viewpoint of her dog Stan, is very entertaining and quite popular. Personally, I never miss DOG WITH A BLOG as her blog is called. As for today, however, Avery stands before the TVPC with a mess in her panties. It’s her 2nd such accident this year. She promptly pleads “Guilty” and apologizes for what she did.
“This time it’s not just a warning,” I tell Avery – Referring, of course, to her first panty-soiling offense for which she only got a warning, “This time you get an actual punishment. “Yes sir – I know,” the sweet and likeable Avery acknowledges, “Like I said before, I’m really sorry.” “I’m just kind of hoping, sir, that you won’t punish me too bad,” she pleads. “I hope you’ll consider that it’s only my 2nd time,” she pleads further, “I know I shouldn’t go in my panties at all and I have to get punished this time, but I just hope you won’t be too hard on me.” “Your punishment won’t be too bad this time,” I assure the freshman cutie, “Like you said, it’s only your second offense and we don’t consider a second accident violation to be all that serious.” “But I’m sure you know that the punishment gets worse for repeat offenders,” I warn her, “The more times you mess in your panties, the worse your punishment is going to be each time.”
Avery does nod her head in acknowledgement, but I can tell she doesn’t like being reminded of that. Mrs. Denominator, Avery’s Math teacher, tells us this all happened in 3rd period Algebra class this morning. “I think Avery just doesn’t want to go to the bathroom in school,” Mrs. Denominator explains, “At least not for a bowel movement.” “She’s never used even 1 of her girls’ room passes in my class,” the pretty Math teacher explains further, “And this is twice now that she’s messed her panties in my class.” Lois, that is Mrs. Denominator, allows her students a certain number of girls’ room passes per marking period, so this is not one of those cases where the poor girl has an accident because her teacher wouldn’t let her go to the girls’ room. “Avery didn’t even try to go to the girls’ room,” the kindly Math teacher continues, “It’s like she just sat there in class and let herself go in her pants.” “I’m not saying that Avery actually did it on purpose,” she quickly adds, “I’m just saying she didn’t do anything at all to prevent herself from doing it.”
Turning to Avery, her normally smiling face now has the look of embarrassment. “I know, I know, I know,” she says, fighting back tears, “I know I have to learn to use the girls’ room but I just can’t.” “I mean, I do go in there to pee – I pee in there everyday,” she clarifies, “But I just can’t do the other thing in there – I just can’t make myself go BM in there.” “I hate going in my panties – I really hate it,” Avery rambles on, “I hate walking around all day with a mess in my panties and I hate it when people point at my butt and laugh.” “I’d give anything to be able to do a bowel movement at school, but I just can’t,” she tells us. “I just try really hard to hold it in until I get home,” Avery continues, now unable to hold back the tears, “But sometimes I just can’t hold it in that long and I have an accident in my pants.”
Obviously, Avery is quite upset about what she’s done and it’s hard not to feel sorry for the shy, sweet and likeable freshman. But just as obviously, we can’t just let her keep soiling in her panties. Maybe now that she’s getting her first punishment, she’ll be able to conquer her fear and begin using the girls’ rooms in school like she’s supposed to. For her punishment this time, she is sentenced to 2 days detention and she must write, “I will not soil my panties in school again” 200 times. “Thank you, sir,” she tells me. I look at her puzzled, not really sure what she means by that. “Thank you, sir, for not giving me a worse punishment,” she explains, “I know you could have been a lot harder on me if you wanted to be,” “Well, that’s a pretty standard punishment for a second panty-soiling offense,” I tell her, “I know that you’re trying to do better, so there’s really no reason to be more severe with you than that.” “But just TRYING to do better isn’t enough,” I point out, “You actually have to start DOING better.” “You really need to start going in the girls’ room when you need to,” I warn her, “Because, like I said, your punishments are going to get a lot worse if you don’t.” “I’m trying, sir – I really am,” she says in tears, “But I just can’t.” For her sake, I really hope she can.
The next girl to face the TVPC today is Zoey, a blonde bombshell of a junior. She also has a load in her panties this afternoon. For her it’s only a first such offense, but since she has a prior offense for Urinating in the Bushes (back at band camp), she is not entitled to get off with just a warning. Since Zoey is new to our school this year – A transfer from the Pacific Coast Academy – she might not be up on the rules. But faithful readers of the TVPC surely know that a girl’s first accident offense of the school year normally only gets her a warning and no actual punishment. But if she has any other toilet violations on her record in that school year, she’s not entitled to get just a warning. Still her punishment need not be severe and for Zoey, I’m sure the embarrassment of messing in her panties is going to be a lot worse than any punishment I’m going to give her.
“I can’t believe I did this,” the pretty blonde tells me, “I can’t believe I was so stupid as to mess in my panties.” “This is so embarrassing,” she says. “I just waited too long to go to the girls’ room and this is what happened,” she explains, “I can’t believe I just didn’t go to the bathroom when I needed to.” “I caught her sitting on a toilet in the girls’ room across from the cafeteria,” reports Miss Johnson, an English teacher, “She was sitting there with her messy panties at her knees trying to clean herself up.” “I don’t know how much you cleaned yourself up before I caught you,” Miss Johnson says to Zoey, “But that was quite a mess I saw in your panties.” But Zoey tells us that she really hadn’t cleaned up her panties at all at the time. “It mostly happened on my way to the girls’ room,” she embarrassingly explains, “I actually did most of it in the toilet, but a bunch of it came out in my panties before I got there.” “Mostly I was just sitting there doing the rest in the toilet,” she continues, “And then I was just able to wipe myself up a little bit.” “You did MOST of it in the toilet?” the young and pretty English teacher asks her in disbelief. “Well, I did do a lot of it in the toilet,” Zoey answers, “I know I did quite a bit of it in my panties, but I still did a lot of it in the toilet as well.” “I was kind of constipated before,” she explains further, “I hadn’t done a #2 in a few days and I guess I just didn’t realize how bad I had to go.”
Zoey goes on to tell us that she had Art Class down in that section of the building but she didn’t really want to do a bowel movement in the girls’ room down there. “It was a lunch period and the girls’ room down there by the cafeteria gets really crowded during the lunch periods,” she says, “Lots of girls are coming in and going out of there during their lunch period and some are even just hanging out in there doing their make-up and gossiping.” “It’s really not the kind of place you want to be having a bowel movement,” she explains. “I don’t want to say that your girls’ rooms are bad – I guess some of them are alright,” Zoey points out, “But I was used to a lot better bathrooms at my old school Pacific Coast Academy. She goes on to tells us that she had English class up on the 2nd Floor the next period and she was trying to hold it in until then. “The 2nd Floor girls’ room really isn’t so bad at all – that’s the place you want to be if you’re doing more than just peeing,” she says, “It’s usually pretty clean and you can really have your privacy in there – especially during the class periods.” “I was going to get a girls’ room pass from Miss Sherwood and go then,” she says, “But I just didn’t make it until then.” “I know it sounds stupid and I guess it really was stupid,” she says, “But I was just waiting to do it upstairs.” “I just should have gone when I needed to,” she acknowledges, shaking her head, “I can’t believe I was this stupid.”
“I wouldn’t be so hard on myself – It’s only your first time this year,” I tell her, “I know it’s kind of embarrassing, but a lot of girls have done a whole lot worse.” “It’s still embarrassing,” she says, “And it’s really, really disgusting.” “I can’t wait to get home and change into clean panties,” she adds. For punishment, she has to write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 100 times and serve an hour of detention.
My name is Arnold Ziffel and I’m chairman of the TVPC. What follows are the summary minutes of the TVPC meeting of October 30, 2012. .
As I open this afternoon’s session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC), and see our girls’ soccer coach here along with her star player, I am not pleased. “Please tell me that this isn’t what I think it is,” I ask Miss Spellman, who teaches Math in addition to coaching girls’ soccer. “Please tell me that you didn’t mess in your panties yet again,” I ask Hope, an outright gorgeous junior with dark blonde hair and star of the soccer team. Hope, the team goalie, has had a history of toileting problems – especially accidents – at soccer games. Not that she is immune from having accidents at other times, but soccer games always seem to bring out the worst in Hope toilet-wise. And when I say “worst” I mean worst for Hope because, as faithful readers of the TVPC surely know, soccer players are representing the school and when they have accidents at games they get punished even worse than when they have an accident in school.
“I’m afraid that Hope did mess in her panties again,” Coach Spellman tells us, “It happened yesterday afternoon at the soccer game.” “And it was really a big mess, too,” the coach adds. “It really wasn’t that big,” Hope quickly chimes in. “If it were any bigger it would have split your shorts.” Coach Spellman argues back, “I’ve seen loads under girls’ soccer shorts before – especially yours,” the pretty, blonde-haired coach explains, “But I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pair bulging with a load like yours was.” “Any more in your panties and I’m sure it would have ripped them,” the coach reports. “Well, my panties held it all,” Hope tells us, “I guess my panties were soiled kind of bad but that was it.” “Well, that’s hardly an excuse,” I tell the toilet-troubled soccer star, “Just because you didn’t mess your panties so bad that the panties couldn’t contain the load, is hardly something to brag about.” “I didn’t mean it as an excuse, sir,” she says, “I’m just saying that at least my shorts didn’t get soiled – at least my panties held it all like they’re supposed to.”
“Like they’re supposed to?” Coach Spellman shouts back at hearing that. “Your panties held in the mess like they’re SUPPOSED TO?” “You’re panties aren’t supposed to have a mess in them at all!” she yells at her star goalie, “Your panties aren’t where you’re supposed to be doing your bowel movements – The toilet is!” “Well, if they had a toilet there, I would have used it,” Hope argues, “But you know how much I hate using port-o-potties – especially for doing that.”
“No one LIKES using a port-o-potty!” Coach Spellman screams back at her, “Do you think I wanted to a do a bowel movement in that port-o-potty yesterday?” “But we do it because we have to go and it’s better than going in our pants,” she continues, “I still can’t believe you’d rather just go in your pants than use the toilet – even it’s a port-o-potty.” “It’s not like I just went in my panties,” the tall and beautiful Hope argues back. “It’s not like I did it on purpose – I just had an accident.” “I didn’t want to go in the port-o-potty or my pants,” she continues, “I was trying to hold it in until we got back to our school so I could do it in a regular toilet.” “Well, how did that work out for you?” the angry coach fires back, “Maybe you didn’t actually do it in your pants on purpose, but you sure as hell didn’t do anything to prevent it from happening.” “You knew very well that if you didn’t go in the port-o-potty, you were going to end up going in your pants,” Coach Spellman continues lecturing, “But still you wouldn’t go in the port-o-potty.” “You’ve gone in your pants enough times to know what it feels like when you’re about to do that,” she tells Hope, “But still your wouldn’t go in the port-o-potty.” “One time in your panties is an accident – I can have sympathy for that,” she adds, “Going in your pants as much as you do at your age – that’s simply a disgrace.” “It’s only my first time this year,” Hope quickly blurts out in her defense.
With that, I quickly bang my gavel. The back and forth between Hope and Coach Spellman may very well be interesting, but it’s not entirely relevant to the case. “It’s actually your second time this school year, Hope,” I tell her, “You messed in your panties during the athletic physicals in August, remember? “Yes sir – I just mean, it’s my first time at a soccer game this year,” she clarifies, “It’s my first one while representing the school.” While that’s true, it’s hardly a convincing argument as I contemplate sentencing this stunningly beautiful but very toilet troubled soccer star.
“You were warned young lady,” I tell her, “You were warned what was going to happen if you messed in your panties again at a soccer game.” “But obviously you didn’t heed those warnings,” I remind her. “And obviously you didn’t heed your coach’s advice that you should be using the bathroom right before every game,” I also point out, “If you had done as your coach wanted you to do, you wouldn’t be here about to get your punishment for messing in your panties.” “I thought I didn’t have to do that toilet visits thing if I didn’t want to,” Hope says. “I thought that since last year’s accidents don’t count on my record for this year, my accident in August only counted as my first,” she points out, “And for my first accident, I could only get a warning and you couldn’t make me do toilet visits for punishment.”
“You’re quite right, young lady,” I tell her with a smug smile, “But given all your toilet problems, don’t you think visiting the bathroom before the game was a good idea?” “You’re certainly right that we can’t punish you for not using the toilet before the game like your coach wanted you to,” I continue, “But now that you’ve had an accident, we can damn sure take that into consideration as to your punishment!” “You were warned that you’d get the maximum punishment if you messed your panties at a soccer game again,” I remind her, “And the maximum punishment is exactly what you’re going to get.”
With that, I sentence her to write, “I will not soil my panties in school or at soccer games again” 1,000 times. “A THOUSAND times?” Hope asks, questioning the severity of her punishment. “You heard me, young lady, 1,000 times!” I tell her. “I-I-I I thought you only got 500 times for the first accident at a game or something,” she mumbles through her tears, “I only got 500 times last year for my first accident at a soccer game.” “Well, obviously 500 times wasn’t enough,” I point out, “Because, as I recall, you messed in your panties a second time at a game last year.” “And here you are messing in your panties at a game again this year,” I point out, “And that comes even after you were warned of the consequences for doing it again.” “So now we’ll try 1,000 times for your first offense soiling at a game,” I explain, “And your next one will not only be 2,000 times but 2,000 times on the blackboard after school.”
Hope cries and pleads for leniency. She was surely expecting 500 times for this and no doubt thought 500 times was something she could handle. But apparently 1,000 times is quite a different story. “That’s not only 1,000 times but that’s a pretty long sentence as well,” she pleads, “It’ll take like forever to write that 1,000 times.” “Good!” I tell her, in no uncertain terms, “And while you’re writing it, you can think about how using the port-o-potty like you were supposed to would only have taken 3 or 4 minutes.” She tries to compose herself to plead for leniency some more, but I stop her. “Don’t waste you breath,” I tell her, “You’re writing it 1,000 times and that’s final.” “You’ll also be serving 2 weeks in detention,” I explain and note for the record, “And that’s going to be detention sitting on a toilet in the girls’ locker room.
“But what about soccer?” she asks, through a river of tears, “I have games and practices after school.” “I’ll let you defer your detentions on game days,” I explain, “But you’ll sit your hour of detention on practice days.” “You need not worry so much about soccer training for a while,” I suggest, “At least not until you’ve mastered toilet training first.” “I don’t need to be toilet trained,” Hope blurts out at hearing that, “I am toilet trained.” “Anyone who saw that big bulge in your soccer shorts yesterday would certainly dispute that,” Coach Spellman offers, “And if your panties could talk, I’m sure they’d dispute that as well.” The Coach’s last comment draws a round of giggles from the crowd – much to Hope’s further embarrassment. I also officially sentence Hope to having to visit the bathroom before each and every soccer game for the rest of the year. “If Hope doesn’t do the toilet visit beforehand, she doesn’t play in the game,” I tell Coach Spellman, “And that especially includes if the bathroom is a port-o-potty. “Not visiting the bathroom before the game would be a separate violation,” I warn Hope, “You would get a separate punishment for that in addition to your punishment for the accident itself.” “I’m telling you right now, Hope, that you better not be back here with another panty-soiling at a soccer game,” I warn her further, “You’ll be one very sorry young lady if you do.”
Moving on to toilet violations from today, we’ll first deal with several accident cases.
Our first such case is that of a cute and petite freshman blonde name Avery. Avery is a bit shy, but she’s quite a talented writer who even has her own blog in the school’s on-line newspaper. Her blog, which purports to be written from the viewpoint of her dog Stan, is very entertaining and quite popular. Personally, I never miss DOG WITH A BLOG as her blog is called. As for today, however, Avery stands before the TVPC with a mess in her panties. It’s her 2nd such accident this year. She promptly pleads “Guilty” and apologizes for what she did.
“This time it’s not just a warning,” I tell Avery – Referring, of course, to her first panty-soiling offense for which she only got a warning, “This time you get an actual punishment. “Yes sir – I know,” the sweet and likeable Avery acknowledges, “Like I said before, I’m really sorry.” “I’m just kind of hoping, sir, that you won’t punish me too bad,” she pleads. “I hope you’ll consider that it’s only my 2nd time,” she pleads further, “I know I shouldn’t go in my panties at all and I have to get punished this time, but I just hope you won’t be too hard on me.” “Your punishment won’t be too bad this time,” I assure the freshman cutie, “Like you said, it’s only your second offense and we don’t consider a second accident violation to be all that serious.” “But I’m sure you know that the punishment gets worse for repeat offenders,” I warn her, “The more times you mess in your panties, the worse your punishment is going to be each time.”
Avery does nod her head in acknowledgement, but I can tell she doesn’t like being reminded of that. Mrs. Denominator, Avery’s Math teacher, tells us this all happened in 3rd period Algebra class this morning. “I think Avery just doesn’t want to go to the bathroom in school,” Mrs. Denominator explains, “At least not for a bowel movement.” “She’s never used even 1 of her girls’ room passes in my class,” the pretty Math teacher explains further, “And this is twice now that she’s messed her panties in my class.” Lois, that is Mrs. Denominator, allows her students a certain number of girls’ room passes per marking period, so this is not one of those cases where the poor girl has an accident because her teacher wouldn’t let her go to the girls’ room. “Avery didn’t even try to go to the girls’ room,” the kindly Math teacher continues, “It’s like she just sat there in class and let herself go in her pants.” “I’m not saying that Avery actually did it on purpose,” she quickly adds, “I’m just saying she didn’t do anything at all to prevent herself from doing it.”
Turning to Avery, her normally smiling face now has the look of embarrassment. “I know, I know, I know,” she says, fighting back tears, “I know I have to learn to use the girls’ room but I just can’t.” “I mean, I do go in there to pee – I pee in there everyday,” she clarifies, “But I just can’t do the other thing in there – I just can’t make myself go BM in there.” “I hate going in my panties – I really hate it,” Avery rambles on, “I hate walking around all day with a mess in my panties and I hate it when people point at my butt and laugh.” “I’d give anything to be able to do a bowel movement at school, but I just can’t,” she tells us. “I just try really hard to hold it in until I get home,” Avery continues, now unable to hold back the tears, “But sometimes I just can’t hold it in that long and I have an accident in my pants.”
Obviously, Avery is quite upset about what she’s done and it’s hard not to feel sorry for the shy, sweet and likeable freshman. But just as obviously, we can’t just let her keep soiling in her panties. Maybe now that she’s getting her first punishment, she’ll be able to conquer her fear and begin using the girls’ rooms in school like she’s supposed to. For her punishment this time, she is sentenced to 2 days detention and she must write, “I will not soil my panties in school again” 200 times. “Thank you, sir,” she tells me. I look at her puzzled, not really sure what she means by that. “Thank you, sir, for not giving me a worse punishment,” she explains, “I know you could have been a lot harder on me if you wanted to be,” “Well, that’s a pretty standard punishment for a second panty-soiling offense,” I tell her, “I know that you’re trying to do better, so there’s really no reason to be more severe with you than that.” “But just TRYING to do better isn’t enough,” I point out, “You actually have to start DOING better.” “You really need to start going in the girls’ room when you need to,” I warn her, “Because, like I said, your punishments are going to get a lot worse if you don’t.” “I’m trying, sir – I really am,” she says in tears, “But I just can’t.” For her sake, I really hope she can.
The next girl to face the TVPC today is Zoey, a blonde bombshell of a junior. She also has a load in her panties this afternoon. For her it’s only a first such offense, but since she has a prior offense for Urinating in the Bushes (back at band camp), she is not entitled to get off with just a warning. Since Zoey is new to our school this year – A transfer from the Pacific Coast Academy – she might not be up on the rules. But faithful readers of the TVPC surely know that a girl’s first accident offense of the school year normally only gets her a warning and no actual punishment. But if she has any other toilet violations on her record in that school year, she’s not entitled to get just a warning. Still her punishment need not be severe and for Zoey, I’m sure the embarrassment of messing in her panties is going to be a lot worse than any punishment I’m going to give her.
“I can’t believe I did this,” the pretty blonde tells me, “I can’t believe I was so stupid as to mess in my panties.” “This is so embarrassing,” she says. “I just waited too long to go to the girls’ room and this is what happened,” she explains, “I can’t believe I just didn’t go to the bathroom when I needed to.” “I caught her sitting on a toilet in the girls’ room across from the cafeteria,” reports Miss Johnson, an English teacher, “She was sitting there with her messy panties at her knees trying to clean herself up.” “I don’t know how much you cleaned yourself up before I caught you,” Miss Johnson says to Zoey, “But that was quite a mess I saw in your panties.” But Zoey tells us that she really hadn’t cleaned up her panties at all at the time. “It mostly happened on my way to the girls’ room,” she embarrassingly explains, “I actually did most of it in the toilet, but a bunch of it came out in my panties before I got there.” “Mostly I was just sitting there doing the rest in the toilet,” she continues, “And then I was just able to wipe myself up a little bit.” “You did MOST of it in the toilet?” the young and pretty English teacher asks her in disbelief. “Well, I did do a lot of it in the toilet,” Zoey answers, “I know I did quite a bit of it in my panties, but I still did a lot of it in the toilet as well.” “I was kind of constipated before,” she explains further, “I hadn’t done a #2 in a few days and I guess I just didn’t realize how bad I had to go.”
Zoey goes on to tell us that she had Art Class down in that section of the building but she didn’t really want to do a bowel movement in the girls’ room down there. “It was a lunch period and the girls’ room down there by the cafeteria gets really crowded during the lunch periods,” she says, “Lots of girls are coming in and going out of there during their lunch period and some are even just hanging out in there doing their make-up and gossiping.” “It’s really not the kind of place you want to be having a bowel movement,” she explains. “I don’t want to say that your girls’ rooms are bad – I guess some of them are alright,” Zoey points out, “But I was used to a lot better bathrooms at my old school Pacific Coast Academy. She goes on to tells us that she had English class up on the 2nd Floor the next period and she was trying to hold it in until then. “The 2nd Floor girls’ room really isn’t so bad at all – that’s the place you want to be if you’re doing more than just peeing,” she says, “It’s usually pretty clean and you can really have your privacy in there – especially during the class periods.” “I was going to get a girls’ room pass from Miss Sherwood and go then,” she says, “But I just didn’t make it until then.” “I know it sounds stupid and I guess it really was stupid,” she says, “But I was just waiting to do it upstairs.” “I just should have gone when I needed to,” she acknowledges, shaking her head, “I can’t believe I was this stupid.”
“I wouldn’t be so hard on myself – It’s only your first time this year,” I tell her, “I know it’s kind of embarrassing, but a lot of girls have done a whole lot worse.” “It’s still embarrassing,” she says, “And it’s really, really disgusting.” “I can’t wait to get home and change into clean panties,” she adds. For punishment, she has to write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 100 times and serve an hour of detention.
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