Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

[Arnold Ziffel]

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

My name is Arnold Ziffel and I’m chairman of the TVPC. What follows are the summary minutes of the TVPC meeting of November 26, 2012.

We begin this afternoon’s session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) with a case stemming from the past Thursday. For the 2nd year in a row, our school band had the distinct honor of marching in the world famous Wet Set Thanksgiving Day parade. And I’m pleased to note that, unlike last year, none of the girls in the band had any accidents while marching in the parade. Last year a pretty blonde-haired sophomore named Alissa wet her pants while marching in the parade.

But even though there weren’t any accident offenses of either variety, it doesn’t mean that there aren’t any toilet offenses at all. Unfortunately, Ruthie, a pretty sophomore flute player in the band is accused of 2 toilet violations at the parade. Her first charge is not lifting up the toilet seat prior to squatting over the toilet to urinate and the second charge is actually urinating all over the toilet seat while doing so. Both of these offenses occurred in a port-o-potty that Ruthie was using prior to the start of the parade. Mrs. Duncan, the Assistant Band Director, has filed both Violation Reports in this case. “I had the misfortunate of using that same port-o-potty right after Ruthie did,” Mrs. Duncan reports, “Believe me, it wasn’t a pretty sight.” “There was urine literally dripping off the toilet seat and onto the floor in front of the toilet,” our Assistant Band Director explains, “And there was plenty of it on the side of the toilet, too.” “I have to wonder if Ruthie managed to get any of it actually in the toilet,” she says.

That vivid description raises the issue of whether the tall blonde did it on purpose. Doing it on purpose is, of course, more serious than if she simply had bad aim when she squatted. “Well, she told me it was by accident and I guess I believe her,” Mrs. Duncan says, “But it’s hard to believe a girl could spray it that bad all over the toilet without trying to do it.” Ruthie reacts – dare I say over-reacts – to hearing that. “Oh No! Please!” she practically shrieks in a panic, “I swear I didn’t do it on purpose – It just an accident, I swear.” “How can you think I would do that on purpose,” she pleads, “I would never do anything like that on purpose.” “I’m just not used to squatting over the toilet – That’s all,” she explains. “I tried to get it all in the toilet, I really was trying,” she says, “But my aim was just really bad.”

Both Mrs. Duncan and I motion for tall sophomore flutist to calm down. “We know you didn’t do it on purpose,” I tell her, “We know your toilet record and we know how hard it is for girls to use port-o-pottys sometime.” “It’s just that your aim so bad it SEEMED like you did it on purpose,” Mrs. Duncan explains, “But like Mr. Ziffel said, we believe it was only because you weren’t used to squatting in a port-o-potty.” “Thank you,” Ruthie tells us both, with a noticeable look of relief on her face. “But that’s not to say that you’re going to be let off easy for this,” I quickly point out, “Even accidentally urinating on the toilet seat – Especially as bad as you did it – Isn’t entirely a minor offense.” “And obviously the toilet seat shouldn’t have even been down in the first place,” I point out, “You know very well that if you’re squatting over the toilet, you have to lift the toilet seat up before you do it.” In fact, Ruthie was punished last year for forgetting to lift up the toilet seat while squatting – that time, squatting over the toilet to have a bowel movement. “Yes sir,” she acknowledges, “I just didn’t think about doing that in the port-o-potty.” “Well, your carelessness on both counts is going to cost you,” I explain, “And both of these are, of course, toilet violations while representing the school.” She nods her head in acknowledge of that, but understandably doesn’t look happy. “I get punished for both things?” she asks, “I get punished for urinating on the seat and for leaving the toilet seat down?” “Yes you do,” I tell her, “They are 2 separate violations and you get 2 separate punishments.”

Punishing her first for the more serious offense of urinating on the toilet seat (and doing so while representing the school), she’ll have to write “I will not urinate on the toilet seat in school or at band events again” 300 times. She’ll also have to serve 3 days of bathroom cleaning detention. For failing to lift up the toilet seat, she’ll have to write a 1,000 word essay explaining the proper procedure for using the toilet from a squatting position. And for that, she also gets 2 days of detention – that is, regular after school detention without having to clean bathrooms. “I guess that’s not so bad,” she tells me. “No it isn’t, I tell her, “Especially since you inconvenienced Mrs. Duncan with your careless urinating in the port-o-potty.

In addition to the famous Wet Set Thanksgiving Day parade, Thanksgiving weekend also marks the start of the Winter sports season. This past Friday morning was the start of basketball practice for our girls’ basketball team. And it is with utter amazement that I read a report from Mr. Norton, our Head Plumber, concerning the scene in the girls’ locker room after basketball practice Friday morning. It seems that of the 4 toilets in the girls’ locker room, 3 of them were clogged by girls’ on the basketball team. And we’re not talking about toilets clogged from girls flushing tampons or other things that are not supposed to be flushed. These girls clogged the toilet with the enormity of their bowel movements – 2 girls with their bowel movements alone and 1 girl with the help of a little toilet paper. But even in that latter case, I’m told that it was pretty much the bowel movement itself that clogged the toilet. “How’s it going, Ed,” I ask Mr. Norton. He’s left – Even three days later – just shaking his head. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it,” he mumbles, “I’ve never seen a collection of bowel movements quite like that – Not even in the boys’ room. All 3 girls are here – Actually, the entire girls’ basketball team is here – along with their coach Ms. Teiger.

“Well, what can I say,” Coach Teiger tells me, shrugging her shoulders, “It was just one of those days.” “I guess my girls did some pretty big eating on Thanksgiving,” the attractive blonde-haired basketball coach continues, “That combined with running sprints at basketball practice can really get a girl’s bowels moving.” “I hope you won’t be too hard on the girls,” Coach Teiger argues, “They really didn’t do anything wrong.” “The girls just sat down on the toilet and went,” she points out, “And that’s just what came out.” “It really wasn’t their fault,” the coach says, “And I’m certainly glad they did those in the toilet instead of their pants.” “I almost clogged the toilet myself that morning,” Coach Teiger continues, “It took 2 flushes to get mine down the toilet in the coach’s office.” “2 of the girls even came up to me immediately and explained what had happened,” she adds, “I hope their punishment won’t be too bad.” “I don’t think we have to be too severe with the girls,” I assure the coach, “As long as the girls didn’t clog the toilet on purpose, it isn’t a serious offense.” “I guess we have to get used to these big bowel movements right after Thanksgiving,” I add, “And, as you say, we certainly don’t want these girls going in their pants instead.”

I’m certainly not surprised to see that one of the toilet cloggers is Beverly, a tall and pretty senior brunette. Clogging the toilet seems to be a common thing for her with 2 toilet clogs last year and 2 the year before. It’s her first one this year, though. “I guess this is a regular thing for me on the first day of basketball practice,” she says, “It happened last year and my sophomore year, too.” “Although last year, I didn’t actually clog it,” she clarifies, “It’s just that the bowel movement I did was so big, it wouldn’t bulge when I tried to flush the toilet.” Officially, her charge last year was “Not Flushing the Toilet After a Bowel Movement.” “It’s certainly better than what you did your freshman year,” Coach Teiger reminds her, “I’m certainly happy I’ve never seen a repeat of that.” “I’m certainly glad I’ve never had a repeat of that, too,” Beverly tells her coach, “You really taught me a lesson that day.” “I certainly learned that the girls’ locker room toilets aren’t really that bad to use,” the friendly and popular basketball player tells us, “Using them is certainly better than having basketball practice with a load in my panties – especially the kind of load I usually do the day after a big Thanksgiving dinner.”

“And apparently you’ve learned a lesson about what to do after clogging the toilet, as well,” Coach Teiger commends her, “You came and told me what happened instead of just leaving it there in the toilet unflushed like you did last year.” Beverly thanks her coach for that compliment. “No use trying to hide it,” she says, “I clogged the toilet and then I had to accept responsibility for it.” The coach also compliments the girl – Soon to be a 3-year starter at Forward – For not adding toilet paper to the clog. She flushed the toilet first – As girls are encouraged to do when a bowel movement is particularly large – And then held off on wiping herself when she saw that the toilet was clogged. “I just waddled into another stall to wipe myself,” Beverly tells us, “I certainly didn’t want to make the clog worse.” I also commend her for that. What she did made the difference between a Category #1 clog (clogging the toilet with just a bowel movement) and a Category #2 clog (clogging with a bowel movement and toilet paper together). Though neither is a serious offense, a Category #1 clog is obviously of a lesser severity than a Category #2.

As Coach Teiger suggested before, the punishment in this case, need not be severe. A girl doesn’t really have much control over the size of her bowel movements and Beverly certainly did all that she could to minimize the damage afterwards. I give the tall and beautiful senior the choice of serving an hour of detention or writing 100 times, “I will not clog the toilet in the girls’ room in school again.” Satisfied with the leniency of her choices, she happily chooses the 100 times writing assignment as her punishment.

The next girl charged with clogging the toilet at Friday’s basketball practice is a cute and perky blonde named Leslie. She also plays on the soccer team and is perhaps best known to faithful readers of the TVPC for messing in her panties at a soccer game last year. Apparently, she’s learned her lesson from that experience because she hasn’t had an accident since. In fact, her only toilet violation since then was lying to a TVPC investigator – She lied to protect a friend and soccer teammate who had helped her when she had had that accident at the soccer game – During an important TVPC investigation in February of last year.

“I don’t know how that happened, sir” she tells us, referencing the clogged toilet, “It’s really not like me to have a bowel movement quite that big.” “I mean, I have clogged the toilet at home a few times, but this is the first time I’ve ever clogged the toilet at school,” Leslie points out, “And I have had some big bowel movements at school before, but somehow they all managed to go down the toilet when I flushed it.” “But this time, the bowel movement was just too big,” the athletic sophomore explains, “When I tried to flush it, it overwhelmed the drain and it totally got stuck there.” “I just couldn’t get it to go down,” she adds.

“Did you eat a lot the day before?” Coach Teiger asks her. “Yeah – I guess I did eat quite a bit on Thanksgiving,” Leslie says, “I guess that does explain where that thick log I did came from.” “I will tell you one thing, though,” she goes on, “I felt a heck of a lot better after I let that thing out of me.” I had been feeling all full and bloated the night before,” the sophomore cutie says, “And I still wasn’t feeling all that well during the first part of practice Friday morning.” “But as we took that first break at practice and I let that thing out of me, I was good,” Leslie explains, “I felt like I was 10 pounds lighter and could run forever.” “Exercise can do that for you sometimes,” Coach Teiger tells the aspiring starting Guard, “A lot of times it stimulates your system to clean itself out.”

With encouragement from her coach, Leslie further explains the incident in question. “After I did it, I knew it was going to be a problem to flush,” Leslie tells us, “So I tried to flush the toilet right away before I did anything else.” “Of course, then once I had clogged the toilet, I still had to wipe myself,” she explains, “But I didn’t want to make the clogged toilet worse by throwing my toilet paper in there, too.” “So when I finally did wipe myself, I just held on to my toilet paper,” she explains further, “I saved it all until I was done wiping and then I took it to that stall that doesn’t have a door on it and I flushed the paper down the toilet there.” “I know that sounds gross but what else could I do,” Leslie adds, “As I said before, I didn’t want to make the clog worse.” “And then you came out and told me what had happened – Isn’t that right?” Coach Teiger asks her. “Well, I washed my hands first and then I told you,” she tells the coach, “After holding all that dirty toilet paper like I did, I about scrubbed my hands raw.” “It was kind of embarrassing to have to tell you that one of my bowel movements had clogged the toilet,” Leslie tells her coach, “But I know that’s what we’re supposed to do when something like that happens.”

“You absolutely did the right thing,” Coach Teiger tells her. “Yes you did,” I add in concurrence, “And your proper behavior after clogging the toilet will, of course, be reflected in your punishment.” I note that, just like in Beverly’s case, this is a Category #1 clogging – the least serious of the various ways you can clog a toilet at our school. For punishment, Leslie will also get to choose between writing “I will not clog the toilet in the girls’ room in school again” 100 times or serving a day’s detention. And like Beverly, Leslie chooses the 100 times writing assignment as her punishment.

The final toilet clogger to face the TVPC this afternoon is Staci, a soft-spoken blonde-haired honor student. This tall senior is hoping to move into the starting Center position this winter. That’s hardly something that would have seemed possible 2 years ago. “I have high hopes for Staci this season,” Coach Teiger is eager to tell anyone who’s willing to listen, “She’s really come a long way in just about every way possible.” “Obviously, you’ve really matured physically,” the coach says, looking at the tall, well-built senior, “And you’ve really come out of your shell as far as your shyness is concerned.” “And you’ve obviously learned to deal with your other issues as well,” Coach Teiger reminds the blossoming senior beauty. “I used to have a lot of accidents my freshman and sophomore years,” Staci isn’t shy to remind us, “And I used to sneak off campus to use my own bathroom at home sometimes, too.” “But I don’t that anymore,” she proudly states, “I use the girls’ rooms now when I need to.” “Yeah, I really used to have some issues with having bowel movements in the school bathrooms,” she admits, “Cleaning up my messes and getting punished for them was like a way of life for me.” “But then you got me interested in playing basketball,” she tells Coach Teiger, “And you told me that I couldn’t play on the basketball team unless I learned to have my bowel movements in school.” “You explained to me that with practices and everything else, I couldn’t just keep trying to hold it in in school like I was doing,” Staci says to her coach, “You explained to me that I’d simply have to do my bowel movements in school when I needed to, if I wanted to be on the team.” “You helped me get over my fear of doing that in school,” she tells her, “Now, I even use doorless stalls at games sometimes and it’s no big deal for me.” “Well Staci, YOU did that,” Coach Teiger tells her, “You’re the one who started doing your bowel movements in school when you needed to and you learned that the more times you do it, the easier it gets.”

It’s all a nice story, but I ask the 2 of them to get on with the facts of this particular case. “Now, I don’t even worry about messing in my pants anymore,” Staci says, “Now, I have to worry about clogging the toilet instead.” She’s clogged the toilet several times since she started having her bowel movements in school, including twice already this year. Once it happened in the Main Corridor girls’ room after English class and just 2 weeks ago it happened after gym class in the girls’ locker room in the exact same toilet that she clogged this time. “I’d certainly rather be doing that than messing in my pants like I used to,” she points out, “But I can’t say it isn’t annoying when I go and the toilet gets clogged.”

In spite of her recent proclivity to clog our toilets, she still seems surprised that this happened on Friday morning. Of course, I ask her about this. “A girl with active, healthy bowels combined with a big Thanksgiving dinner and then basketball practice seems like a lethal combination,” I point out, “I’m not surprised at all that you managed to clog the toilet.” “But that’s just it, sir,” she tells me, “I kind of figured that Thanksgiving dinner was going to do it for me – It always does.” “But that wasn’t my first one after Thanksgiving dinner,” she explains, “I had already clogged the toilet at home with a bowel movement Thursday night.” “I thought that I was home free after that,” she explains further, “I can’t believe that I clogged the toilet again with another bowel movement like 12 hours later.” “It’s like my bowels were working overtime or something,” Staci continues, shaking her head, “I even clogged the toilet again at the movies Friday night and again at my aunt’s house on Saturday night.” “And then on Sunday night, I clogged my own toilet at home again,” she goes on, “It wasn’t until like an hour and a half ago in the Science Wing girls’ room that I finally did a bowel movement that I could flush down the toilet normally.” We’re all just left staring at each other dumbfounded – Never having heard such a tale of bowels moving prowess before.

Getting back to the issue at hand – that is, her clogging of the toilet in the girls’ locker room on Friday – I note that this one is a #2 clogging. That is, unlike our previous 2 today – hers included toilet paper as well as the bowel movement itself. “The toilet paper really had nothing to do with it,” Staci argues, “It was my bowel movement that clogged the toilet – Not the toilet paper.” “Your toilet paper was in the bowl with your bowel movement, young lady,” Coach Teiger reminds the senior and assures us. “Yes, I know it was,” Staci acknowledges, “But as I said before, it really didn’t matter.” “It was only 2 wads of paper – It really didn’t take much to wipe myself,” she points out, “It had nothing to do with why the toilet got clogged.” “It doesn’t matter,” I explain to Staci. “Under TVPC rules, as long as the toilet paper was in the bowl, it’s considered to be part of the clogged toilet,” I explain further, “That automatically makes it a Category #2 clogging.” The senior honor student argues that it’s not right because the toilet paper had absolutely nothing to do with how the toilet got clogged, but it’s to no avail.

“Rules are rules,” I tell her, thereby ending the discussion. When I ask her why she put toilet paper into a toilet that she suspected was going to clog, she really has no answer. “I had a bowel movement and then I wiped myself,” she says, “And then I threw my toilet paper in the toilet where it belongs.” “Well, as I said, a Category #2 clogging isn’t a serious offense,” I explain to Staci, “But it is more serious than a Category #1.” “You would have saved yourself at least a little punishment had you put your toilet paper in a different toilet instead,” I point out. “And I also have to consider that it’s your 3rd offense,” I explain further, “And you have a charge of improperly squatting to urinate with the toilet seat down, on your school toilet record as well.” Accordingly, I sentence Staci to 2 days detention and having to write, “I will not clog the toilet in the girls’ room in school again” 250 times. She’s a bit surprised at the severity of her punishment, but she surely knows that it’s best not to argue.

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

Unfortunately, clogging the toilet wasn’t the only violation committed by a member of the girls’ basketball team on Friday. It seems that Meredith, a skinny brunette, is accused of using one of those clogged toilets in the girls’ locker room. That is, of course, a violation of TVPC rules – Girls may only make their bathroom deposits into toilets that are functioning properly.

“It was after practice and I had just put away the equipment,” Coach Teiger explains, “And then I went to check on the clogged toilets.” “By the time I got over to the toilets, Merdith was already locked into a stall using one,” the pretty, blonde-haired coach reports, “She was urinating in one of the clogged toilets.” “I can’t believe you’d do something like that,” Coach Teiger tells the pretty junior point guard, “Didn’t you notice that an enormous bowel movement was clogging that toilet.” “I had to go – I had been holding it in for the last half of practice,” Meredith explains, “So I went in there and used the toilet.” “Where else was I supposed to pee?” she asks.

“You’re supposed to pee in a toilet that was working,” Coach Teiger tells her angrily. “You’re supposed to pee in a toilet where you can flush it down when you’re done doing it,” she tells the girl, “When you see a clogged toilet, you don’t make it worse by adding to the clog.” “I wasn’t trying to make it worse – Obviously, I’d have rather used a toilet that wasn’t clogged, Meredith answers back, “But it wasn’t like I had much choice.” “All 3 of the good toilets were clogged,” she points out, “And I was practically on the verge of wetting my pants.” “What else was I supposed to do?” Meredith asks. She also points out that Coach Teiger doesn’t like them leaving the gym area during practice – even during the breaks. “You’re always saying how you want us to use the toilets in the girls’ locker room during practice,” she tells her coach. “So that’s what I did,” she explains, “It wasn’t my fault that all 3 toilets were clogged.”

With that, Coach Teiger gives her an annoyed look. “I said that I’d PREFER you use the toilets in the girls’ locker room and that I didn’t want you leaving the gym AREA during practice,” Coach Teiger explains carefully. “I don’t want you girls wandering all over the building to a find your favorite bathroom,” she explains further, “But I never said you weren’t allowed to use the girls’ room in the hallway by the gym.” “I said I’d PREFER you stayed in the girls’ locker room for going to the bathroom,” the pretty coach reiterates, “But I know that a lot of you girls don’t like using the toilets in there – Especially when it comes to bowel movements.” “Obviously, I’d rather have you girls using the girls’ room in the hall rather than messing in your panties,” she says, “And just as obviously, I’d rather you do that than to just urinate on top of the clog in a clogged toilet.”

“Besides, there are 4 toilets in the girls’ locker room,” the coach continues, “I know that 3 were clogged but 1 of them was still working.” “I still can’t believe you’d just sit down and use a toilet you knew was clogged,” Coach Teiger lectures her, “Why wouldn’t you just use the 1 toilet that was still working.” But Meredith reacts in disgust at that suggestion. “The 3 good toilets were clogged,” the skinny, athletic brunette points out, “The only 1 that wasn’t clogged was the 1 without any door on the stall.” “No way was I going in there,” she states adamantly, “I don’t like people looking at me while I’m on the toilet.” That comment draws a few groans from her teammates in the audience. “Come off it already, Merr,” states Beverly, “No one wants to look at you on the toilet.” “Grow up already,” chimes in Heidi, a pretty blonde-haired forward, “A toilet is a toilet – What difference does it make as long as it works right?” “Or do you do something in the stall that the rest of us don’t do?” she adds, much to the amusement of her teammates. “You only had to urinate, for Pete’s sake,” Heidi continues, “I had to do a bowel movement Friday and I did it in that open stall.”

What do you want a medal for that or something?” Meredith snaps back at Heidi, “Just because you don’t mind doing something so disgusting, don’t expect me to do that, too.” Heidi just shakes her head smiling at Meredith. “It’s really not a big deal – We all need to use the toilet,” Heidi tells her, “Just because you’re embarrassed by it, don’t lay that off on me.” “A toilet is a toilet,” she says, “It really doesn’t make a difference – You just sit down and do what you have to.” “Trust me, no one wants to watch you using the toilet,” she tells Meredith, laughing. “Just go if you have to go,” she adds.

Banging my gavel to end the argument between the 2 of them, I turn to Meredith. “No one is saying that you had to use the toilet in the open stall,” I tell her, “I’m just saying that you can’t use a toilet with a bowel movement already clogging it.” “It’s bad enough when a toilet is clogged already,” I point out, “We certainly can’t allow girls to use toilets like that and make it worse.”

“But its only pee – It’s just liquid,” Meredith argues, “I don’t see how just peeing would make it worse.” “I didn’t even use any toilet paper,” she adds. “Urinating on top of the clog does make it worse,” I tell her, “It adds to the mess and it definitely adds to the smell.” But Coach Teiger is apparently hung up on something else the girl said. “You didn’t use toilet paper?” she asks the junior, “You didn’t even wipe yourself?” “Well, I didn’t want to add anything else to the clogged toilet,” Meredith quickly answers, “Not even a piece of toilet paper.” “I was already drenched with sweat from practice,” she explains, “It wasn’t as if my panties were going to get any wetter.” “Ewww!” Coach Teiger tells the girl. “I don’t care if you’re sweaty, you still need to wipe yourself,” she tells her, “Next time, please do wipe yourself – Even if you just urinate.”

Finally, we move on to Meredith’s punishment – The offense officially being “Urinating in a Clogged Toilet.” This one is a bit more serious than clogging the toilet. Fortunately for her, it was only a urination that she did. A bowel movement into a clogged toilet would, of course, been a considerably more serious offense. “You have a good school toilet record so I’m not going to be that severe with you,” I tell her, “But you still need to learn a lesson about the proper place for you to urinate.” I could sentence her to some toilet cleaning detention, but I decide to spare her that. Instead, she gets 3 days of regular detention and she’ll have to write, “I will not urinate in a clogged toilet in the girls’ room in school again” 250 times.

So ends our cases from last weekend. Now, we can move on to some cases from today.

For our next case, I’m pleased to welcome Mrs. Johns, a long-time friend of the TVPC. Mrs. Johns has had some toilet problems of her own recently but I’m pleased to note that she’s enthusiastic as ever with bringing forth cases to the TVPC. This afternoon, she’s brought a charge of “Panty-Soiling” against Lisa, a shy and bookish but sometimes sarcastic sophomore. Mrs. Johns has also called to the TVPC, Tessa, a friend of Lisa, as a witness in this case.

Lisa not only denies the panty-soiling charge, but is quite annoyed that the charge has even been brought. “I don’t know where this is coming from,” she says, glaring at Mrs. Johns, “I didn’t have an accident at all.” “You can check my panties if you want,” she says, a tinge of anger in her voice, “And when you do, you’ll find that there’s NOTHING IN THEM!” With that, she starts to unbuckle her jeans as if she’s going to pull them down and show her clean panties right here.” Immediately, I bang my gavel to stop her. “We’ll have none of that here,” I tell her, just as angrily, “If we need to do a panty inspection on you, we’ll do it down the hall in the girls’ room.” “And we can do without that attitude, young lady,” I warn her, “Even if you’re found not guilty of panty-soiling don’t for a minute think I won’t bring another charge for your bad attitude if need be.”

With that, she calms down a bit. “It’s just that I’m innocent – I didn’t soil my panties,” she says, “And I’m wearing the clean panties to prove it.” “In fact, I used the girls’ room at lunchtime today,” she continues, “I not only peed but went #2 as well.” “Its’ bad enough that I have to use the disgusting bathrooms in this SUBURGATORY of a school,” she adds, “But now I have to get charged with going in my panties, too.” “Lisa is telling the truth, sir,” Tessa, a fellow sophomore, chimes in, “We were both in the girls’ room during lunch period today – the one in the New Edition.” “We were in stalls next to each other, “the redheaded honor student explains, “And we were both doing, um-well, you know, #2.” “I did it in the toilet, not in my panties,” Lisa chimes back in, “Maybe next time I’ll take out my cell phone and take a picture of it.” I can’t help but note that this attitude is a bit of a change of pace for the usually quite mousey Lisa.

Throughout all this, Mrs. Johns just stands there smiling. I am a bit puzzled by this, and I must say it’s a convincing case for Lisa’s innocence. I mean, I doubt that she would be so enthusiastic about showing us her panties if they indeed had a messy load in them. But I know better than to underestimate Mrs. Johns when she brings a case before the TVPC.

“Oh, I know the 2 of you were using the girls’ room in school this afternoon,” Mrs. Johns tells the 2 pretty sophomores, “And I know the 2 of you were having bowel movements.” “In fact, I know that Tessa almost clogged the toilet with hers,” our ace bathroom monitor continues, “In fact, it took 2 flushes to get it down and that’s even before she started wiping herself.” “And I know that Lisa didn’t mess in her panties TODAY,” she adds, “But unfortunately she did mess in her panties last Tuesday.” Both girls look at Mrs. Johns with a puzzled expression and I have to admit that I’m puzzled as well. I ask her to continue. “I was having a bowel movement of my own in there today,” Mrs. Johns continues, “And I guess that Lisa didn’t notice that I was in the stall on one side of her with Tessa was on the other side.” “I could hear everything that Lisa was saying in there,” she points out, “And she was telling Tessa about what happened last Tuesday.”

With that, Mrs. Johns turns and looks at Lisa, hoping, I suppose, to elicit a confession from her. But Tessa chimes in instead. “I can’t believe you were listening in on our conversation in the bathroom,” Lisa tells Mrs. Johns. “Don’t you have bathrooms of your own?” Tessa then asks Mrs. Johns, “What were you doing in one of our bathrooms in the first place?” “Believe me, it wasn’t my choice,” Mrs. Johns shoots right back, “I certainly wouldn’t be using a student girls’ room if I didn’t have to.” “You girls can really be disgusting sometimes”, she says, “I certainly would be using a staff member bathroom if could.” Once again, the 2 girls look at Mrs. Johns puzzled.

But faithful readers of the TVPC surely know that Mrs. Johns herself is serving out her own punishment for a very serious toilet violation of her own. She’s previously spent 2 months on toilet suspension and now she’s finishing up serving 2 months where she’s only allowed to use the student girls’ rooms. Obviously, our ace bathroom monitor isn’t too happy with that arrangement but in this case it apparently proved fortuitous.

“Mrs. Johns’ toilet habits are none of your business,” I tell the 2 girls, “If I were you I’d be more concerned about where I do mine rather than where she does hers.” “And that’s especially true since apparently you did yours in your panties last Tuesday,” I tell Lisa. Mrs. Johns then proceeds to tell us the details of what she heard while sitting on the toilet in the New Edition girls’ room earlier today. “Lisa was talking to Tessa and I heard her admit to messing in her panties in school last Tuesday,” Mrs. Johns reports, “She said it happened in her last period class because the teacher wouldn’t let her go to the girls’ room.” “But she also said that the mess in her pants wasn’t too bad and that fortunately she was wearing a skirt that day,” our ace bathroom monitor continues, “She said that with the skirt on, it was easy to conceal what she had done.” “Lisa then told Tessa that she managed to get out of school that day without getting caught,” Mrs. Johns reports further, “She said she got home, cleaned herself up in the bathroom, got rid of the soiled panties and no one knew what she had done.” “Well, no one until now,” I tell Mrs. Johns with a smile.

“Would either of you girls like to deny any of this?” I ask them. “But you should know that lying to the TVPC is typically worth a 500 times writing assignment,” I warn them, “And in the sentence, the girl typically has to write out ‘Toilet Violations Punishment Committee’ and not just ‘TVPC.’” “This would only be your 2nd offense for panty-soiling and your toilet record is not too bad otherwise,” I tell Lisa, “Your punishment for this really isn’t going to be all that bad.” “Unless, of course, you really do want to make it worse on yourself by lying,” I quickly warn her. “Just tell the truth, Lisa,” Tessa advises her friend. “Just admit it and take your punishment,” she tells her, “I know I’m not going to do 500 times for lying for you.” Still, Lisa seems reluctantly to admit to her accident. “It’s not right that we can’t talk to our friends in the girls’ room without Mrs. Johns listening in,” she argues, “It’s not my fault that she was being punished and had to use our bathrooms.” “Well, maybe you shouldn’t be talking so much in the girls’ room,” I argue, “Maybe you should just be focusing on what you need to do in there and getting it done.” “And maybe you shouldn’t be bragging about messing in your panties and getting away with it,” I add. “I wasn’t bragging about it, I was just telling my friend what happened,” Lisa clarifies, “And it really wasn’t my fault that I did it anyway – I wanted to go to the girls’ room but the teacher wouldn’t let me go.”

“So then, you did mess in your panties last Tuesday?” I ask her. This time she does finally admit it. “Thank you, Lisa,” I tell her, “You made the right decision.” “You saved yourself quite a bit of punishment by not lying about it,” I point out, “And you save your friend from the same punishment by not making her lie for you.” As I noted before, it’s her 2nd offense for panty-soiling and her overall toilet record – which also includes Loitering in the Girls’ Room and trying to Flush a Tampon Down the Toilet – Isn’t too bad. She was recently found “Not Guilty” of panty-soiling when her panties got messed up a little – Though not bad enough to convict of her of panty-soiling – When she failed to wipe herself after using the toilet in the girls’ locker room. I sentence Lisa to write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 250 times and to serve 2 days detention.

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

Next up before the TVPC is a very familiar face – Specifically, a friendly and likeable junior brunette named Barbara. While Barbara has a lengthy history of panty-soiling accidents in her high school career, today she is charged not with Panty-Soiling, but with “Leaving School Grounds for Bathroom Purposes.” Specifically, Barbara is accused of leaving the school grounds during her lunch period to go use the bathroom someplace else.

“I caught Barbara sneaking back into the cafeteria at the end of her lunch period,” states Mrs. Buchman, an English teacher, who was monitoring the cafeteria at the time. “I know about her problems with doing a bowel movement in the school bathrooms,” the pretty, blonde-haired teacher explains, “So immediately I suspected that her leaving the school grounds had something to do with that.” “Immediately, I thought that she probably snuck out to use the bathroom at home or someplace else with a better bathroom than at school,” she says. “So I asked Barbara if that was what she had done,” Mrs. Buchman explains further, “And she admitted that she went down the street to Arnold’s Drive-In to use the bathroom there.” The precise reason for Barbara leaving school grounds is an important distinction in this case. Had she just skipped out to go eat lunch someplace else, this would be a matter for out school principal. As such it wouldn’t be a toilet-related offense. It’s only because Barbara skipped out to go use the bathroom that this becomes a matter for the TVPC.

Turning to Barbara, the beautiful but toilet-troubled junior pleads “Guilty” to the charge. She freely admits that she went to Arnold’s Drive-In to use the bathroom there. “I was just desperate, sir,” she says, “I know that I’m not supposed to leave school during the school day, but I was just desperate to go to the bathroom.” Barbara goes on to tell us the now very familiar story of the strict discipline she receives at home for her mom. She reminds us of how angry her mother gets when Barbara has accidents and how they not only result in her getting grounded but also how she’s sometimes been made to wear a diaper. “If I mess in my panties one more time, my mom is going to start making me wear a diaper again,” she explains, “I don’t want to have to wear a diaper again – I hate wearing diapers.” “That’s why I went and used the toilet,” she says, “I just can’t get caught with a mess in my panties now.”

Barbara’s pleas are, of course, sincere and heartfelt. I know that she’s been made to wear a diaper to school before and I know how much she hates that. I know that it’s not only embarrassing for her, but it makes it even more difficult to use the toilet in school when she needs to. But that entire explanation of hers leaves out one very important point. “I’m certainly happy to hear that you’re trying not to mess in your panties anymore,” I tell her, “And with having to wear diapers to school as the punishment for an accident, you’ve certainly got good reason to use the toilet instead.” “But obviously, you don’t need to leave school to use the toilet,” I point out, “Obviously you know that we have plenty of toilets right here in school that you can use.” “But I don’t like the girls’ rooms here,” she says, “You know how much I hate it when I have to have a BM at school.” “I’m sorry, sir, but I just can’t stand doing that in the school girls’ rooms,” she goes on, “But I really, really, had to go really, really bad.” “I just couldn’t mess in my panties again – I just can’t get put back in diapers,” Barbara rambles on, “I just had to get to a bathroom I could use and I had to get there quick before something happened.” “I’m sorry that I left school grounds and I know that I have to get punished for it,” she acknowledges, “But please don’t make my punishment too bad.” “I only did it because I don’t want to mess in my panties again,” she pleads, “Please believe me when I tell you that I’m trying really hard not to mess in my panties anymore.”

Well, I definitely believe how hard she’s trying on that account and she’s not without some success. She’s only got 1 prior panty-soiling accident this school year and that’s a far cry from what she’s done in the past. She’s got such a list of panty-soiling violations from her freshman and sophomore years that it’s hard to keep count. Obviously I know how much she hates having bowel movements in school (hence, her long history of accidents the past 2 years) and it shouldn’t be surprising that she’d sneak off campus to go find a bathroom that she’d like better. With the threat of diapers looming, I guess she’d do just about anything to avoid having an accident. But still something about this case doesn’t make sense. Obviously, I believe that Barbara is guilty as charged but instinctively something tells me that’s there’s more to it than that. Of course, I proceed to ask Barbara about that.

“Obviously, I know about all your accidents in prior years because you wouldn’t do your bowel movements in the girls’ room,” I tell Barbara, “But I can also see from your toilet record, how much better you’re doing this year.” “You’ve only had 1 panty-soiling accident this school year – that’s a big improvement,” I note, “And I’m thinking that pretty much the only way you can avoid messing in your panties so much is to use the toilet when you need to.” Barbara mumbles in agreement but she looks a bit puzzled as to where I’m going with this. “What I mean to say, Barbara, is that if you’re not messing in your panties in school like you used to then you must be going in the toilets – The girls’ room toilets – When you need to,” I point out, But now we suddenly find you sneaking off campus to use the toilet so you don’t mess your panties.” “If you’ve been going in the school toilets before, why did you have to sneak off campus to use the toilet today?” I ask her matter-of-factly. Suddenly, Barbara’s look turns to panic. Like I said before, this story of hers just doesn’t add up and when you’ve been doing this job as long as I have, you kind of know when a girl is lying – Or at least not giving us the full story.

“I believe you, Barbara, when you say you left school to go use the bathroom at Arnold’s Drive-In,” I tell the now suddenly very worried junior, “And I believe you when you say that you did use the bathroom there.” “But there’s something that you’re not telling us, isn’t there, Barbara?” I ask her. She doesn’t have an answer to that. “Well, if you did sneak out and do a bowel movement at the drive-in like you said, then you’d have clean panties on now, wouldn’t you?” I ask her, “I mean, your clean panties would be evidence of you doing that, wouldn’t they?” “Yes sir,” she reluctantly answers. “So if we do a panty-inspection on you right now, would we find you wearing clean panties?” I ask her. Once again, the poor girl has no answer. “Lying only makes it worse, Barbara,” I remind her, “I’m hoping you’re smart enough not to get yourself punished more than you’re going to be already.”

Pausing for a moment to consider her options – Or her lack of options, I guess – She breaks down in tears. She then tells me the truth – This time the whole truth. “I’m not wearing any panties, sir,” Barbara tells me through her tears, “I had to leave my panties at Arnold’s – I left them in the garbage can in the ladies’ room.” “I had an accident – I messed in my panties again,” she says, “It happened in 4th period today and somehow I didn’t caught.” “But I knew if I kept wearing the panties, I was going to get caught sooner or later,” the toilet troubled girl explains, “And then my mom was going to find out and I’d have to wear diapers again.” “Please sir, I wasn’t trying to avoid the punishment from the TVPC – I can do the detention and the lines,” she explains further, with the tears rolling down her cheeks, “I just don’t want my mom to put me back in diapers again.” “So you went down to Arnold’s Drive-In so you could clean up your mess?” I ask her, “And when you got caught coming back, you decided to just admit that you used the bathroom at Arnold’s?” “Yes sir, but it’s not really a lie,” she points out, “I did use the toilet at Arnold’s, too.” She goes on to explain, as she catches her breath between crying, that she didn’t do the whole bowel movement in her panties (that’s probably how she managed to avoid getting caught right away), but managed to hold some of it in. “I did do the rest of it in the toilet at Arnold’s,” she assures me, “And then I cleaned myself up and ditched my panties in the garbage can.”

“Alright, Barbara – I’m not going to charge you with lying,” I explain, “You didn’t really tell the truth, but it wasn’t quite a lie, either.” “But you know I’m also going to have to charge you with Panty-Soiling,” I tell her, “And that, of course, means you mom is going to get a copy of that Violation Report, too.” Under TVPC rules all Violation Reports are sent home to a girl’s parents and they must be signed and returned to school. Of course, that’s what Barbara fears the most. She begs me to reconsider. “Please sir – I’m begging you not to send that home,” she pleads desperately, “Please sir, I’ll do anything – Please sir, just don’t tell my mom.” In desperation she even offers to do extra punishment if I just won’t send that Violation Report home to her mom. “I’m sorry Barbara, you know how that works,” I tell her, “Your mom’s going to have to find out.” That notion just leaves poor Barbara sobbing.

“Maybe your mom won’t be so hard on you this time,” I suggest to Barbara, “Maybe since you haven’t messed in your panties as much this year, your mom will only give you a warning this time.” “Last time was my warning – It was my final warning,” she says, barely able to breathe between sobs, “This time I’m going to have to wear diapers for sure.” “Well, you have certainly been doing better this year,” I remind her, “And perhaps that’ll mean you can earn your regular underwear back sooner.” The poor girl just nods her head hopefully at that suggestion.

For her punishment, Barbara will first have to serve 2 days of detention and write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 200 times. That’s her punishment for soiling her panties. For leaving the school grounds, and specifically for what she did after she left school grounds, she’ll get a more stern sentence. This will be an entire week of detention and having to write 500 times “I will not leave school grounds to use the bathroom again.” “And you’ll report immediately to Arnold’s Drive-In and retrieve those soiled panties,” I tell Barbara, “And when you get home I want you scrubbing them clean.” “And you’d better do a good, Barbara,” I warn her, “Because you’re going to wear them to school the first day your mom allows you wear panties again.”

Looking out in our committee room, I’m quite surprised to see Miss Robinson, our very lovely young Science Teacher and Miss Musso, our very lovely and shapely Cheerleading Coach, enter the committee room. Miss Robinson is requesting to be recognized so I motion for her to step up to the podium. “Don’t just stand there like you’re LOST IN SPACE or something,” I tell her. Miss Musso comes with her and I note that the spandex-clad Cheerleading Coach does not look happy.

“I caught this one with a mess in her panties,” Miss Robinson says, pointing to our Cheerleading Coach. “Really, Grace,” she tells her, “It’s bad enough when the girls do this, but you’re a teacher and a coach, for Pete’s sake.” Grace – That is, Coach Musso – looks mortally embarrassed and admits to her guilt. “It’s only a little bit,” she mumbles in a half-hearted defense, “I did do the rest of it in the toilet.”

Teachers aren’t normally subject to TVPC rules and punishments for toilet violations, but faithful readers of the TVPC know that Coach Musso is a special case. Because of her previous issues with soiling accidents – usually at away games while serving as the Cheerleading Coach – Coach Musso is on a sort of bathroom probation. In order to retain her position as the Cheerleading Coach, she had to agree to a number of conditions – One of which is that she be subject to TVPC jurisdiction just as her cheerleaders and the other girls at this school are. Up until now, that’s worked out pretty well – At least, she’s had no accidents in her pants – But apparently that’s changed.

“That’s just disgusting, Grace,” Miss Robinson tells Miss Musso, “How can you expect your cheerleaders and the other girls in this school to go in the toilet when you go in your pants yourself.” “I guess it really wasn’t your whole bowel movement in your panties,” she tells her, “But you really are supposed to do ALL of your bowel movement in the toilet, not just SOME of it.” The lovely Miss Robinson tells us that she was finishing up some work in her classroom after school, when she needed to use the bathroom. “I went into the Science Wing girls’ room, went into a stall, sat down and did my business,” she says. “And while I was doing that, I heard the girl in the next stall rolling off quite a bit of toilet paper,” she continues, “So I definitely wanted to know what was going on in there.” “Of course, I just assumed that it was a student in there,” the Science teacher explains. “I was really surprised when the stall door opened and it was Miss Musso,” she explains further, “And I was even more surprised to find out she was using all that toilet paper to clean herself up after having an accident in her panties.” “Disgusting!” Miss Robinson tells the coach derisively, “That was just disgusting!”

“Oh Yeah! Like you’ve never done it,” Coach Musso fires back at Miss Robinson, “Oh how nice it must be to be so perfect that you’ve never had an accident yourself.” “Well, I haven’t,” the young Science teacher quickly answers, “At least not since I’ve been an adult.” O.K. – I did happen to me a few times in high school and even once when I went to Astronaut Camp,” she says, “But that was the last time.” “I haven’t gone in my pants – Either way – Since high school,” she asserts. “Oh! Come off it,” Coach Musso fires back again, “You don’t think we all remember that mess in the Science Wing girls’ room last year.” Miss Robinson just looks at Grace, puzzled. “You remember when someone tried to flush those soiled panties and overflowed the toilet all over the floor,” Coach Musso reminds her, “And you and Dr. Flower tried to blame Blossom for doing it.” “You can’t really believe that I did that,” Miss Robinson tells her, “I didn’t mess in my panties and I certainly wouldn’t try to flush them down the toilet even if I did.” “Well, we know you were here after school when it probably happened,” Coach Musso points out, “And I suppose that it’s just a coincidence that you were using that same girls’ room again today.” “That girls’ room is right outside my classroom,” Miss Robinson tells her, laughing, “It’s hardly an amazing coincidence that I’d be using it.” “I use it all the time,” she says, “What sense does it make to walk all the way to a faculty bathroom when I have the girls’ room right there.”

Banging my gavel to end that argument, I next turn to Coach Musso. I ask her if she has any proof that it was Miss Robinson who tried to flush those soiled panties and made the mess in the Science Wing girls’ room last year. “It’s only a rumor,” she admits. Next, I ask Miss Musso about her own soiled panties today. Embarrassed, she admits that it happened during cheerleading practice just a little while ago. “Today is Monday and you know that I’m not supposed to use the faculty bathrooms on Mondays,” she reminds me, referring to one of the conditions that Miss Musso had to agree to in order to remain our Cheerleading Coach. “Well, I did have to go,” she points out, “But I didn’t want to do it in the girls’ locker room or in the hallway girls’ room with all the other girls around.” “So I was trying to hold it in,” she says, “I was trying to wait until the break in practice so I could find a different girls’ room to use – Like the one in the Science Wing.” “But I didn’t make it,” she acknowledges, “Some of it came out in my panties on my way to the girls’ room.”

“And then Miss Robinson caught me in there, trying to clean myself up,” she adds. “Really sir, it was only a little bit,” she argues, “I really did do most of it in the toilet.” “Well, Grace, you know that’s still a toilet violation,” I point out, “It’s panty-soiling when one of your cheerleaders messes in her panties just a little bit and it’s panty-soiling when you mess in your panties a little bit, too.” She nods her head in acknowledgement of that. “Well, at least it didn’t happen at a game this time,” she points out, “At least this time it wasn’t a panty-soiling while representing the school.” This time I nod my head in acknowledgement. She is right in that it’s less serious to soil yourself at a cheerleading practice than it is to do so at a game, but I still have to wonder if this is something new for her. She’s messed her panties at games before and I guess I’m kind of expecting it to happen again sooner or later. But this time, messing in her panties in school, is pretty much something new.

Miss Robinson suggests that Coach Musso receive a stern punishment for this – she suggests 1,000 lines on the blackboard, toilet sitting detention, and cleaning up the mess in the girls’ room. “Its worse when a teacher does it and Miss Musso has done it before,” the Science teacher points, “You need to set an example and send a message.” She’s certainly got a point, but her suggestion as to punishment is a bit extreme – Especially since it’s only Coach Musso’s first panty-soiling offense this year. But I do note that she does have a prior toilet violation for filing a false report of her toilet habits – Filing a report of her toilet habits at each game being another condition she had to agree to – So she’s not entitled to only get a warning this accident. And while I’m usually pretty lenient with first accident offenses, I do have significant leeway within the rules to be more severe if need be. And in Grace’s case, the need to be more severe is surely there. “Shame on you, Grace,” I tell her, “Shame on you.” I give her 500 times of “I will not soil my panties in school or at cheerleading practice again” and 10 hours of toilet sitting punishment. “You’ll have to arrange for your toilet sitting when it doesn’t conflict with your other duties,” I tell her, “And obviously that will be on a toilet in either the girls’ locker room or the girls’ room in the hallway by the gym.” “And for the next 2 weeks you’ll use only the student girls’ rooms,” I add, “That won’t just be on Mondays – That will be ALL THE TIME for the next 3 weeks.” “Shame on you, Grace,” I tell her again, “Just shame on you!”

The final matter before the TVPC this afternoon is a bit of committee business. I call before the TVPC Gwen, a tall and very pretty blonde-haired junior. She is here in the detention room today serving detention for using a faculty bathroom last Monday. As part of her punishment she was also required to complete a 1,000 word punishment essay about what she did. As of this morning, she had not yet handed it in. For her sake, I hope she has it done by now. As I call her to the podium and ask her about it, I pleased to note that she does indeed have her punishment completed. “Please hand it to the TVPC clerk,” I tell Gwen and the junior beauty does as she’s told. Our clerk looks it over quickly and tells me that it appears to be in good order. He will, of course, look it over more closely, including to make sure it is indeed 1,000 words. In the meantime, Gwen’s assignment is accepted and she returns to her seat in the detention section of the TVPC committee room.

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

[Arnold Ziffel]

Gwen's Punishemnt Essay

Name: Gwen

TVPC Punishment Essay

Offense: Using a Faculty/Staff Bathroom

Offense Date: November 19, 2012

Length: 1,000 Words

Due Date: November 26, 2012

I am writing this essay as part of my punishment for using the office bathroom in the library last Monday. I used that bathroom even though I know that bathroom is for teachers and staff members only and that students are not allowed to use it. I am very sorry that I used that bathroom and I promise that I’m never going to use it again. I realize that if I do use it again, I will be punished again and that punishment will be a lot worse than I’m being this time. I also realize that I am very lucky that I didn’t get punished worse this time, especially since I left such bad skidmarks in the toilet bowl in there. Like I said, I am very sorry that I went to the bathroom in a teachers’ bathroom and I promise that I’ll never do it again.

I realize that there is no excuse for a student to use a faculty bathroom, but I just want to say that I only used it because I had to go really, really bad and I didn’t want to mess in my panties again. I’ve pooped in my panties four times already this year and one of those times I wet my pants, too. I really don’t like going poop in my panties – I think it’s really disgusting and it makes it even worse when you wet your panties, too. I only used that bathroom in the librarian’s office because I didn’t want to poop in my panties again on Monday. I was really desperate not to poop in my panties again. Please understand that I just did this because I didn’t want to make in my panties again.

I understand that when I have to go to the bathroom, I’m supposed to use one of the girls’ rooms. But I just don’t like going in there when I have to make. I go in there to pee all the time, but I really don’t like to go in there when I have to make. It’s kind of hard to explain in this essay, but I just like to have more privacy when I have to make. I just really only like to make in my own bathroom at home where I can be by myself and have my privacy.

That’s how I end up messing in my panties so much. It’s that when I’m at school I keep trying to hold it in and wait until I get home to do it. But sometimes I just can’t hold it in anymore and I end up making a mess in my panties instead. I really don’t try to go in my panties. It’s just that sometimes I can’t hold it in long enough to make it home to use my own bathroom. I know that it’s not an excuse – I know that I have to be responsible for my own bodily functions and that means not going in my panties anymore – But it’s just really hard for me to use the girls’ rooms when I have to make. I’m trying really hard to do the right thing and not mess in my panties anymore, but that is really hard for me.

I am really sorry for using the librarian’s bathroom like I did, but I really was only trying to avoid messing in my panties again. I really don’t even like using any public bathroom when I have to make – I only like to do that in my own toilet at home – But that bathroom in the librarian’s office is just so much better than any of the girls’ rooms here in school. And using that bathroom there is better than going in my panties. I know that we students are not allowed to use any faculty or staff bathroom and that includes the one in the library, but that one in the library is just so nice. I guess it’s really a public bathroom but it’s kind of like a private bathroom with the privacy it has. It’s just like a regular bathroom at home where only one person goes in at a time and locks the door. It isn’t as good as my own bathroom at home but at least it has a lot of privacy which I need when I have to make. I wish that all bathrooms were like that one where you can get privacy. I certainly wouldn’t be having all those accidents in my pants if I could use a bathroom like that all the time. Why do public bathrooms have to be like they are with a bunch of stalls where you have to make with another girl in the next stall doing the same thing? Why can’t all public bathrooms be like the one in the librarian’s office where one girl could go in there one at a time, lock the door, and just sit down and do her business with privacy?

I really don’t mean this an excuse – I know that there is no excuse for a student to be using a faculty bathroom and I know that I need to use the girls’ room instead – but that bathroom in the librarian’s office is just so nice. Last Monday, I just had to go to the bathroom really, really bad and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to hold it in much longer. If I didn’t do something I was definitely going to mess in my panties again. And I really didn’t want to mess in my panties again. I’m really getting sick and tired of messing my panties. So I had to do something really quick and that bathroom in the librarian’s office just looked so nice and inviting. As I said, I knew I wasn’t supposed to be using it and I’m not trying to make an excuse for using it, but it is such a nice bathroom and I was really desperate to go. I know that I should have gone to one of the student girls’ rooms, but I just didn’t – I used the faculty bathroom instead.

Once again, I am very sorry for what I did and I promise that I will never do it again. In the future, I must learn to use the girls’ room when I have to make in school.

[spandexman]

Catch-22

If a girl uses the toilet and blocks it she is in trouble, if a girls doesn't want to get in trouble for clogging the toilet and goes in her panties, again trouble, and if on restriction and has to go, whether in the toilet or pants bigger problems. Love the dilemmas, a win-win for perverts like me.

As for the staff it looks like you will soon need to hold a special hearing for the staff and one for the students since there are a lot of older violators like my favorite girl, Grace, who most likely is a toilet clogger if she makes it to one.

Great investigating as always and love the fact the poopers just can't win.

Than you.