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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 February 4, 2013.

    As I open this afternoon’s session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC), I’m happy to note the recent success of our school’s cheerleading squad. This past Saturday, they competed in major cheerleading competition and I’m happy to report that they took 1st place in their division. But, as often is the case, the news is mixed. Unfortunately, on the TVPC agenda this afternoon are 2 cases of toilet violations from the cheerleading competition – 1 of them from a cheerleader on the squad and, even more unfortunately, 1 of them is Miss Musso, the cheerleading coach herself. As faithful readers of the TVPC may recall, Coach Musso is also subject to TVPC jurisdiction this year due to her previous problems with messing in her panties while serving as cheerleading coach.

    Dealing with the cheerleader first, the accused is Melanie, a pretty brunette with braces. She is accused not only of soiling her panties but wetting them, too. This is called a “Doubleheader” accident since the girl went both ways in her pants. A doubleheader means extra punishment for the girl having one and that’s certainly not good news for the outgoing and athletic sophomore. She’s in enough trouble already because having an accident at a cheerleading competition is serious enough already. That, of course, is considered an accident while representing the school – a more serious violation than if a girl merely has an accident in school. Melanie pleads “Guilty” and begs the TVPC for leniency.

    “I’m sorry, sir,” she says, in tears, “I’m so ashamed of myself.” “I just had an accident – Or I guess, 2 accidents, I guess,” she explains, “I didn’t do it on purpose or anything.” “Well, actually it’s only considered 1 accident under TVPC rules,” I point out, “And no one is saying that you did it on purpose.” “But even doing it accidentally is still quite shameful,” I tell her, “And certainly a violation of TVPC rules.” “At your age, you’re supposed to be responsible for properly handling your bodily functions,” I explain to her, “And obviously that doesn’t mean doing them in your panties.” “And that’s especially true when you’re representing the school as a cheerleader,” I add, “When you’re at a cheerleading function, you need to be on your best behavior – toilet-wise.” With that last statement, I also give Coach Musso a look – But we’ll get to that in a minute.

    But Melanie tries to tell me that she just couldn’t help it. “There was a really long wait for the bathroom,” she explains, “The line stretched out the hall and once you even got into the girls’ room, there was still a wait to get into a stall.” “I just couldn’t hold it in that long,” she explains further, “I just had an accident standing there in line.” “First, my pee started to leak out,” she continues, “And then when I tried really hard to clamp down on my bladder, I started to feel myself losing control of the other thing.” “And then when I switched and tried to keep from messing myself, they both started coming out,” she goes on, “Pretty soon, I couldn’t get control of anything and I was going both ways in my pants.” All the while that Melanie is recounting what happened Coach Musso is nodding her head to confirm it. “It was a cheerleading competition with cheerleaders from a lot of schools,” the lovely and athletic cheerleading coach reminds us, “The lines for the girls’ room were long all day.” “It was the long line that caused me to have the accident,” Melanie argues, “I was trying to get to the toilet when it happened.”

    What she says may be factually correct, but obviously it’s no excuse. “Long lines for the girls’ room do not give you an excuse to go in your pants,” I explain sternly, “Obviously it means you have to be more careful and more responsible about taking care of your business.” “Obviously it means you can’t wait until you have an emergency,” I point out, “Obviously it means that you need to get in line when you first feel like you have to go.” Upon questioning, the pretty brunette admits she didn’t head to the girls’ room until she really needed to go. “I guess I tried to put it off for a while,” she admits, “I guess I had to go kind of bad before I decided that I needed to go.” “So then the problem wasn’t so much that the line was long,” I suggest, “The problem was that you waited too long to get into the line.” Reluctantly – And shamefully – The poor girl nods her head “yes.” “I’m so sorry,” she says again.

    Moving on to Melanie’s punishment, I first give her a 500 times punishment writing assignment – The usual punishment for a first panty-soiling accident while representing the school. But since she also wet her pants in addition to soiling them, she’ll have to write a longer sentence – “I will not soil nor will I wet my panties in school or at cheerleading functions again” – And she’ll have to write 100 of them on the blackboard in detention. And she’ll spend a week of detention sitting on a toilet in the girls’ room near the gym. “I’m sorry sir,” she says again, this time with tears streaming down her face. Admittedly, this is a hefty price to pay for waiting a little too long to get in the line for the girls’ room. But hopefully, this will be last time she’ll ever make that mistake.

    Moving on to Miss Musso, I’m happy (and quite frankly, a little surprised!) to note that she is not here on a panty-soiling violation. But I’m even more surprised to see what she is actually charged with. “Using the boys’ room?” I ask the pretty, spandex-clad Cheerleading coach, “You did a bowel movement in the boys’ room at the competition?” “Yes sir, Mr. Chairman,” she admits. All I can do is shake my head at the shapely, toilet-troubled Miss Musso.

    “You make it sound really bad,” she tells us, “But it really wasn’t as bad as it seems.” “Like I said before, this was a cheerleading competition,” Coach Musso points out, “It wasn’t as if the boys’ room was busy.” She goes on to tell us that there actually weren’t any boys in the boys’ room at all at the time she used it. “There were actually quite a few girls in there at the time,” she also tells us, “With the long lines for the girls’ room, girls were using the boys’ room all day.” “It really wasn’t a big deal at the time,” Coach Musso argues. The comment angers me.

    It certainly is a big deal,” I tell Coach Musso, a tinge of anger in my voice. “The boys’ room is for boys, not for girls,” I tell her in no uncertain terms, “And it’s certainly not for our cheerleading coach who must certainly is NOT a boy.” My comment draws a few giggles from the assembled crowd, but I’m not at all laughing. “I don’t care how long the line for the girls’ room was,” I lecture the shapely Cheerleading Coach, “You wait in the line and use the appropriate lavatory – At least while you’re serving as Cheerleading coach for us.” “Yes sir, Mr. Chairman,” she assures me contritely. “Just because you’re too lazy to wait in line for the girls’ room is no excuse to use the boys’ room instead.”

    But Coach Musso explains that it wasn’t out of laziness that she used the boys’ room. “I was desperate,” she tells us, “I had to go to the bathroom really, really bad.” “I was stuck in that long girls’ room line like Melanie was,” Miss Musso explains, “And I didn’t want to go in my pants like she did.” “I was desperate – At least for #2,” she tells us again, “I was afraid I was going to mess in my panties if I didn’t use the boys’ room instead.” “I only used the boys’ room because I didn’t want to mess in my panties,” she explains.

    “Well, that’s all well and good,” I tell her unsympathetically, “I think we’re all thankful you didn’t mess in your panties yet again.” “But there’s no reason why you shouldn’t be able to take care of your business in the girls’ room,” I explain to her in no uncertain terms, “You know very well that’s where your bowel movements belong.” Upon questioning, Coach Musso acknowledges that all the cheerleaders – Besides Melanie, of course – Managed to do their business in the girls’ room. “Well, if they can manage it, you certainly can,” I tell the lovely but toilet-troubled coach, “If they can be responsible enough at their age to get in line for the girls’ room in time, I certainly expect the same of you at your age.” Coach Musso just nods her head at that – She knows better than to argue with me. “I just didn’t want to have an accident,” is all she can say, “I just didn’t want to mess in my panties.”

    In determining Miss Musso’s punishment, I decide that a little creativity is in order. “Since you seem to like the boys’ room so much, we can take advantage of that,” I tell her, “So, for the next 3 weeks when you have to go to the bathroom in school, you’ll use the boys’ room.” At first, she looks at me puzzled. “You mean I have to use the faculty men’s room?” she asks. Her question just makes me laugh – I think she’s knows better than that. “I mean you have to use the student boys’ rooms,” I clarify, “That’s where you’ll be doing your business for the next 3 weeks.” “And if you’re caught using something other than the boys’ room, your punishment is going to last for 3 months instead of 3 weeks,” I warn her. She tries to argue that it wasn’t that she liked using the boys’ room, but just that she was desperate. But it’s all to no avail. “Your punishment stands,” I tell her, “Maybe next time, you’ll learn to be more responsible with your bodily functions at cheerleading events. And I also sentence her to 3 days detention sitting on the toilet (in the boys’ room, of course) and to write 300 times, “I must learn to handle my bodily functions in a more mature manner.”

    Moving along with our agenda this afternoon, I see that our next case is from this weekend’s overnight trip to Astronaut Camp. We send a group of students to Astronaut Camp every year and every year it seems that we have toileting problems on the trip. With us this afternoon is Miss Robinson, one of our Science Teachers, who was the chaperone for the trip. And she is here to tell us of 2 toilet violations on the trip – Both of them committed by Penny, a shy senior brunette and one of the top Science students at our school. Penny, an aspiring Astronaut, goes to this camp every year and every year it seems that she has toileting problems there. She also soiled in her panties – In fact, she had a doubleheader – At Astronaut Camp 2 years ago.

    This year, Penny faces 2 separate accident charges at Astronaut Camp – Specifically, Panty-Soiling while at the all-day Spaceship Simulation program and Panty-Wetting in bed that night. Since Astronaut Camp is a school program, not only are the students at the camp subject to TVPC regulation, but they are considered to be representing the school. Faithful readers of the TVPC surely know that accidents while representing the school are considered more serious than if the girl just had an accident at school. Accordingly, having 2 accidents while representing the school would subject Penny to some serious punishment indeed.

    “Well, she did it again,” reports Miss Robinson, “She refused to use the toilet in the Spaceship Simulator and she messed in her panties instead.” As I recall, the toilet in the Spaceship Simulator only has a curtain for privacy and Penny has had issues with using it before. “That was totally disgusting, Penny,” Miss Robinson tells the toilet-troubled honor student, “When are you going to grow up and get over this little problem of yours.” “This is just ridiculous,” she tells her, shaking her head, “Just because you don’t like the toilet they have its no excuse for not using it when you need to.” “What do you think is going to be like if you actually do become an astronaut,” she lectures Penny, “Are you just going to be LOST IN SPACE up there with a mess in your panties?” Miss Robinson is actually Penny’s older sister, but that certainly doesn’t afford the younger girl any special consideration. In fact, I think Miss Robinson may be a little harder on Penny than most.

    For Penny, with her shyness on toilet issues, this is a familiar story. She doesn’t even like to use the girls’ rooms in school for her bowel movements and that’s in a regular public bathroom stall with a locking door on it. In the Spaceship Simulator with a toilet in close proximity to the other campers and with only a curtain for privacy, it’s even worse for her. But while that’s understandable it’s certainly not excusable. Especially, since she really does want to be an astronaut, she does need to get used to going to the bathroom under those conditions. And while it’s not surprising that Penny refuses to have a bowel movement in a toilet without much privacy, it’s no less frustrating for Miss Robinson. The young and lovely Science teacher, as chaperone for the trip, seems to take it personally when one of her girls disgraces herself with an accident. And the panty-soiler being her own sister probably makes it even worse. “Don’t you ever get tired of messing in your panties?” Miss Robinson asks her, “I know I’m really getting tired of you messing in your panties.” “I don’t care if you don’t like the privacy accommodations in the spaceship simulator toilet,” she continues, raising her voice a little, “You still have to use it when you need to.” “Why is astronaut camp always such a problem?” she asks her little sister.

    Trying, largely in vain, to fight back the tears, Penny points out that she didn’t mess in her panties at all last year and 2 years ago her soiling was excused because she was wearing an Astronaut Diaper that day. “Well, that was just ridiculous that you were excused for that 2 years ago,” Miss Robinson answers, “If it were up to me, you’d have been punished quite severely for that.” “And last year, you just got lucky,” she also puts out, “You did a bowel movement at the hotel that morning and then you were able to hold it in until you got to the hotel room that night.” “It’s not like you actually used the toilet or anything,” she adds derisively. “Well, I peed in that toilet,” Penny meekly points out. “Well, sometimes we have to do more than just pee, don’t we?” Miss Robinson asks her sarcastically, as Penny just nods and then bows her head in shame.

    With that, I ask Miss Robinson to move on to the 2nd charge against Penny – That of wetting her bed. “She’s wet her bed before – She knows she has an issue with this sometimes,” Miss Robinson explains, “Yet she refused to wear any bedwetting protection to bed on the trip.” “You know, I can have some sympathy for Penny on this one,” she continues, “This isn’t quite like messing in her panties – I know it’s not her fault that she wets the bed sometimes.” “But she has to learn to be responsible about her bedwetting problem,” Miss Robinson argues, “She has to wear some protection at night to make sure her bed stays dry.” “And if she doesn’t, she has to face the consequences,” she adds, turning to look at Penny as she says that.

    The Science teacher and chaperone makes an important point on this one. The TVPC recognizes that that bedwetting is indeed a problem that some girls – Even those in high school – still have. Accordingly, we don’t always punish a girl for doing it – Especially the first time it happens. But once a girl does wet the bed on a school trip, she goes on “Bedwetting Probation” for a year. When a girl is on bedwetting probation, she has a tough choice to make. She can wear some bedwetting protection to bed on the trip and thereby be excused should she wet in her sleep again. Or the girl can just take her chances and not wear any such protection. Wetting the bed again would then be a punishable offense – Panty-Wetting and that would be Panty-Wetting While Representing the School. A girl who wets into her bedwetting protection would only get her bedwetting probation extended to 1 year from that date.

    With Penny’s past bedwetting issues on school trips, I’m quite surprised to hear of her not wearing any bedwetting protection on the trip. I would have thought she’d be smart enough not to go without it and risk the punishment for a wetting accident – Especially one while representing the school on a school trip. And now with a punishment also forthcoming for the panty-soiling while representing the school, poor Penny faces some serious punishment indeed. “Is all that true?” I ask the smart and beautiful senior honor student, “Did you not wear any bedwetting protection this time?” Dejectedly, Penny just shakes her head “no”. “I didn’t really think it was going to be a problem,” she says. “I really don’t usually wet the bed anymore – It’s really been a while since I’d last done it,” she explains, “It usually only happens when I get really nervous or upset about something,” “I was really upset about pooping my pants that day,” she explains further, “I think that’s why I ended up wetting the bed that night.” “I didn’t do it on purpose,” she points out as she begins to cry. “Well, I certainly don’t think you did it on purpose,” I tell her, “But I’d have thought given your problems with bedwetting in the past, you’d have worn pull-ups or something as protection.”

    But just as I’m about to accept Penny’s “Guilty” plea on this as well, I notice something that puzzles me. “Did Penny wet the bed at Astronaut Camp last year?” I ask Miss Robinson. “No, sir,” she and Penny both answer in unison. “I didn’t have any accidents at all at camp last year,” Penny quickly adds. “It was on the Science Club trip,” Miss Robinson tells us, “I think that was the last time that Penny wet the bed.” Penny nods her head in agreement with that. “The Science Club trip 2 months ago?” I ask, “No sir, it was on the Science Club trip LAST YEAR,” Penny explains. Miss Robinson nods her head in agreement with that.

    That revelation raises a few eyebrows in the committee room. That’s good news for Penny – actually, its VERY good news for Penny. A check of Penny’s school toilet record – A thick file to be sure – Reveals that it was indeed over a year ago when Penny last wet the bed on a school trip. That’s a very important distinction since “Bedwetting Probation” only lasts for a year from when the girl last wet the bed on a school trip. “Actually, Penny, you’re not on bedwetting probation at all,” I explain, “You’ll go on bedwetting probation now after wetting your bed on this trip, but you weren’t actually on bedwetting probation at the time you wet the bed.” “And since you weren’t on bedwetting probation when this happened, you won’t be punished for that,” I explain further, “We’ll make a notation that it happened and, as I said, you are NOW on bedwetting probation again, but your bedwetting this time is not going to be punished.”

    As I explain this – And as Penny begins to comprehend it and eases her crying a little – Miss Robinson looks puzzled. “Penny’s wet her bed before – She knows she has a bedwetting problem,” she pretty Science teacher argues, “She really SHOULD be wearing bedwetting protection on school trips all the time.” “Well, maybe she SHOULD – I’m certainly not saying that it wouldn’t be a good idea for her to wear something,” I tell Miss Robinson, “But I’m just saying that under TVPC rules, she doesn’t HAVE TO wear anything.” “It’s been over a year since she last did it,” I point out again, “She simply wasn’t on bedwetting probation when this happened.” “That just isn’t right,” Miss Robinson tells me, shaking her head. “Penny knows she has a bedwetting problem – She’s wet the bed on school trips before,” she argues, “I don’t care if it’s been over a year since the last time – She still should be wearing something for protection.”

    “Come on now – Give Penny a break,” I suggest to her, “You said it yourself that bedwetting isn’t something she can control.” “It’s one thing to be mad at her for messing in her panties – Obviously that’s entirely her fault,” I point out, “But bedwetting is a different story.” “Well, maybe so,” Miss Robinson responds. “I know she can’t control what happens in her sleep,” she acknowledges, “But I certainly think she can control what happens to the bed by wearing something just in case she does wet.” With that last part, Miss Robinson turns and glares at Penny. Nevertheless, TVPC rules will prevail in this case and even though Penny is indeed found “Guilty” of bedwetting, it will be noted as “excused” since she wasn’t on bedwetting probation at the time. That determination brings a smile to Penny’s face.

    “There’s no reason for you to be smiling, young lady,” I admonish Penny, “Do you think I forgot about your messing in your panties?” “No sir,” Penny says dejectedly as the smile quickly disappears. “And do you think I won’t note that you disgraced not only yourself but our whole school by doing it,” I also point out, “And that I won’t consider how you’ve refused to use the toilet in Spaceship Simulator in the past, as well?” Penny just bows her head in shame. With that, I then give her the stern punishment of 2 weeks of toilet sitting detention and having to write 1,000 times “I will not soil my panties in school or at Astronaut Camp again.” Hearing that, she just bursts into tears again. She begs me to reconsider. Through her tears she questions me why it isn’t 500 times and 1 week of detention – the more customary punishment or a first soiling accident while representing the school. “I’m afraid 500 times isn’t going to cut it this time,” I explain, “Not after all the toilet problems you’ve had at Astronaut Camp.” “And you’re a senior now, Penny,” I also point out, “That makes this even more shameful than it was before.” “When are you going to learn, young lady?” I lecture her, “With your record, you’re lucky you’re not writing your 1,000 times on the blackboard instead.”

  • #2
    Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

    As I move on to cases from today, I cannot help but notice that sitting along “Defendant’s Row” is Blossom, a sweet and likeable senior honor student. And when I look across and see Dr. Flower, her Science teacher, sitting in the teachers’ section, I cannot help but feel disheartened that Blossom has once again run afoul of her ever strict teacher. As faithful readers of the TVPC surely know, Blossom and Dr. Flower just don’t seem to get along. The pretty and articulate Blossom, ironically enough a top level Science student, was before the TVPC at our December 17th meeting with soiled panties – The result of Dr. Flower not allowing her a girls’ room pass when she needed one. And just recently Blossom finished serving 3 days of detention and writing a 300 times punishment assignment for going to the girls’ room during Science class without Dr. Flower’s permission. As I said, it’s disheartening to see them both here before the TVPC yet again.

    But as I take a closer look at today’s agenda, I see that Dr. Flower is not here for Blossom’s case, but a case involving another familiar face – Specifically, another Science whiz named Abby. Abby, a cute and energetic “goth girl,” has had her own problems with Dr. Flower. She’s wet her pants 3 times in Dr. Flower’s class this year and once in English class as well. Abby, a whirling dervish of perpetual motion, is constantly gulping huge sodas for the caffeine, but Dr. Flower is largely unsympathetic when the poor girl’s bladder is calling out for relief. This time, though, as Abby walks uncomfortably to the podium, it appears not to be a wetting accident but a soiling one that she had in class today.

    “It isn’t bad enough that you wet your pants in my class,” Dr. Flower lectures a mortally embarrassed Abby sarcastically, “But now you’ve taken to messing yourself.” “Given the choice of the 2, I think I’d prefer that you just stick to wetting,” she adds. “How about you just let her go to the girls’ room when she needs to and then she wouldn’t have to be doing either in her pants,” Blossom, a classmate and friend, yells out from her seat on Defendant’s Row. Of course, I have to bang my gavel and warn Blossom about calling out like that. “Unless you like doing punishment writing assignments, I suggest that you just keep quiet until it’s your turn,” I warn her. She apologizes and assures me that she understands my warning.

    Getting back to the matter of Abby’s accident, we find out that this is yet another case of Abby needing to go and Dr. Flower not giving her permission to do so. This time, though, it was a bowel movement and not just a urination that the poor girl had to do in class. “I just wanted to go to the girls’ room,” she tells her teacher, trying in vain to fight back the tears, “I told you I had to go – I told you it was an emergency.” “Why couldn’t you just let me go to the girls’ room?” she asks in tears, “Then this whole thing would never have happened.”

    But Dr. Flower explains to Abby that having to go to the girls’ room during class seems to be a regular thing with her. “I let you go to the girls’ room during class the last 3 days,” she tells Abby, “We can’t just keep wasting class time on trips to the girls’ room.” “You just can’t expect me to let you go to the girls’ room everyday,” she explains. “But I do need to go to the bathroom everyday,” Abby argues vehemently, “I have to go to the bathroom several times everyday.” “Don’t you go to the bathroom everyday?” she asks her teacher.

    “I’m not guzzling huge sodas all the time,” Dr. Flower fires back, “That way I don’t have to run back and forth to the bathroom all the time.” “That way I can keep control of my bladder like I need to,” she explains to the senior Science whiz. But that explanation only seems to frustrate Abby even more. “This isn’t my bladder! – Does this look like my bladder?” she asks, pointing to the mess in her pants. “I’m cutting back on the sodas,” Abby tells us, “And I never drink sodas at all when it’s lab day.” Lab day (which today was) means that class is a double period and that can be a real problem for the girls if they have to go and Dr. Flower won’t let them. “I didn’t drink practically anything all day,” Abby continues, “And I went and peed right before I came to class.” “It obviously wasn’t pee,” Abby repeats, exasperatingly, “It just didn’t have anything to do with the sodas this time.”

    For once, Dr. Flower seems a bit put in her place. But Abby is really revved up and has more to say. “I wish it was only pee – I wish I’d just had to do that instead,” she tells us. “I mean, I hate peeing in my pants, but it’s better than this,” she explains, “I’d rather pee in my pants 10 times than have 1 accident like this.” “Nothing is worse than this,” she explains further. “I can’t believe you made me poop in my pants,” she tells Dr. Flower. “I just want to be able to use the girls’ room when I need to,” Abby pleads, as the tears flow anew, “Whatever it is that I need to do, I just want to be able to do it in the toilet instead of my pants.” “If you don’t want me to miss any class, I’ll make up the time after school,” Abby continues, “I’ll serve detention – I’ll do whatever – I’ll do anything.” “I’ll do anything if you’ll just let me go to the girls’ room when I need to,” she pleads, “I’ll do anything if I just don’t have to mess in my panties again.”

    With that, Abby just breaks down hysterically crying and Blossom steps up to the podium to comfort her friend. As Blossom gives Abby a big hug and lets Abby cry on her shoulder, I hear Blossom whispering to her, “Don’t worry – It wasn’t your fault” and “I know it’s disgusting but it happens to all of us – Don’t feels so bad about it.” As much as I can sympathize with Abby’s situation, it is her 5th accident offense of the school year. And while it’s true that all her previous accidents were wetting ones (obviously, a less severe offense than panty-soiling), this particularly panty-soiling was a pretty severe one. “Abby’s mess was a lot worse in my classroom than it is now,” Dr. Flower points out, “I understand that Blossom was in the girls’ room with her before and helped Abby clean it up some.”

    Abby is sentenced to a week of detention sitting on the toilet in the Science Wing girls’ room. That much she sure expected. “But I’m afraid you’re not going to like what I have to do next,” I tell her, “I’m afraid you’re writing assignment for this one is going to be 1,000 times.” The sentence to be written will be the usual “I will not soil my panties in school again.” She’s certainly upset – She’s a busy student and having to write 1,000 times will really put a crimp in her schedule – But she doesn’t argue. “It was nice of you to help her in the girls’ room,” I tell Blossom, “And it’s nice of you to be her friend now.” “Well, I’ve been there myself,” Blossom says, “I know how she feels.”

    Moving on to Blossom’s case, I see that she is charged with both urinating and defecating in a clogged toilet. Faithful readers of the TVPC surely know that TVPC rules require that girls use only properly functioning toilets. Using a toilet that is clogged, as Blossom is accused of doing, is a violation of that rule.

    “I don’t want to believe that Blossom did it on purpose,” states Mrs. Johns, who was monitoring the Science Wing girls’ room at the time this happened. “I know Blossom very well and it’s hard to believe that she’d use a clogged toilet on purpose,” she says, “But I also find it hard to believe that Blossom didn’t notice just how clogged that toilet was.” Obviously, purposely using a toilet that is clogged is a more serious offense than just using it without knowing it is clogged. “I mean that toilet bowl was positively stuffed with toilet paper,” Mrs. Johns explains, “And there was an ‘Out of Order’ sign on outside of the stall door.”

    But Blossom, while admitting that she did indeed use that clogged toilet, adamantly denies that she did it on purpose. “I just didn’t see the toilet paper clog in the bottom of the bowl,” she explains, “And I never saw that sign on the stall door.” And while Mrs. Johns and I both look at her puzzled, the pretty blonde honor student goes on to explain some more. “All I saw was a toilet with no one sitting on it,” she tells us, “And all I was thinking about was getting there before I went in my pants.” “I was desperate – I was just completely desperate to get to a toilet in time,” Blossom continues, “I was totally on the verge of both wetting and messing in my panties.”

    And just when I thought that this time, Blossom’s toilet troubles didn’t involve Dr. Flower, I am disabused of that notion. “I guess it kind of started back in Science class,” Blossom tells us, “I don’t know what happened but suddenly I really needed to go to the girls’ room.” “I had to go both ways, but of course, Dr. Flower wouldn’t let me,” she points out, “She wouldn’t let me go even though I had all my girls’ room passes left.” With that, she turns and glares at her ever-strict Science teacher. Immediately, I put up my hand to stop her. I’ve already warned her once today for calling out and I really don’t want to have to give her a writing assignment for her behavior in committee today.

    Instead, I direct her back to the subject at hand. “Well, like I said, I really had to go to the bathroom,” Blossom continues, “And I had to go bad – I had to go both ways and both ways kind of bad.” She also reminds us that today is lab day and hence, a double period. “That’s like almost 2 hours,” she says, “And I was pretty much holding it in the whole time.” “So by the time class was over, I had to go worse than you can imagine,” she continues, “And when the bell rang, I just made a mad dash for the girls’ room.” “It felt like I was about ready to explode both ways into my pants,” she says, “And I was really lucky I was able to do that in the toilet instead of my pants.” “I’m really sorry about using the clogged toilet – I guess I do have to be punished for that,” Blossom acknowledges, “But in my mad dash for the toilet I just didn’t realize that the toilet was already clogged.” “I honestly didn’t do it on purpose,” she tells us, “If I had noticed it was clogged, I certainly would have used another toilet instead.”

    “I didn’t even wipe myself on that particular toilet,” Blossom points out, “Once Mrs. Johns came over and yelled at me for using the clogged toilet, I looked and saw that mass of toilet paper in the bowl.” “By then I had already finished going to the bathroom in the toilet,” she explains, “But I certainly didn’t want to make it worse by adding even more toilet paper to the mess.” “So I went and used another stall to wipe myself,” Blossom explains further, “I had to waddle out with my pants and panties down and go find another stall to wipe myself in.” Our lovely and ever helpful Bathroom Monitor Mrs. Johns nods her head to confirm that Blossom is indeed telling the truth about that. “Honestly, I just didn’t see the sign on the door or the toilet paper clogged in the toilet before I used it,” Blossom explains, “I just saw an open toilet and I just made a mad dash for it.” “I was desperate at the time,” she adds, “I even dribbled a little bit in my panties and I ended up with a little skidmark in the back, too.”

    “Well, maybe somebody should do a panty inspection on her,” Dr. Flower chimes in, “Didn’t I just hear Blossom admit to going in her pants both ways.” “I didn’t go in my pants,” Blossom quickly asserts in her defense, “I just said that I leaked a little pee before I got to the toilet.” “And I mentioned that I got a little skidmark in my panties, too,” she also explains, “That’s certainly NOT having an accident.” I do want to believe Blossom about this, but she did raise the issue herself, and if Dr. Flower wants to have a panty-inspection done on her, we probably should do just that. “I think we have to be sure, Blossom,” I tell the likeable senior honor student, “I’m afraid we’re going to have to do a panty-inspection on you.”

    But just then, Blossom’s gym teacher Miss Mars, chimes in. “You can’t really call what Blossom did an accident,” the lovely Miss Mars explains, “It wasn’t an accident with either function.” “I did do a panty inspection on her in the locker room before gym class last period,” she tells us, “One of the other girls had whispered to me that she saw Blossom with dirty panties while she was changing for gym class.” “Blossom’s panties did have a stain in the back – Obviously, from holding in a bowel movement too long,” Miss Mars explains, “But it definitely wasn’t enough to say that she soiled her panties.” “And there definitely was a little yellow spot in the front of her panties, too,” the gym teacher explains further, “But I’d certainly not call that wetting her panties.” “O.K. – Thanks for that,” I tell Miss Mars as we put that particular question to rest.

    Turning back to Mrs. Johns, I ask her if she still thinks that Blossom may have done this on purpose. “Well, I never really did think she did it on purpose,” our ace Bathroom Monitor clarifies, “It’s just that the clog was really bad and it seemed hard not to notice it.” “But after hearing Blossom explain what happened, now I understand,” Mrs. Johns tells us. “There was a lot of confusion in the girls’ room at the time,” she points out, “We had a full house in there and a lot of girls were going both ways.” “And while I’m yelling at Blossom for using the clogged toilet, I hear Lisa and Tessa stuck on the toilet without any toilet paper in their stalls,” she continues, “And then I find Abby sitting on the toilet crying with her pooped-in panties.” “Like I said, it was pretty hectic in there at the time,” she says with a smile.

    “But I’ll tell you one thing,” Mrs. Johns continues, “When she did finish wiping herself she went over and helped Abby finish cleaning herself up.” “That was really the act of a true friend, helping Abby clean up like that,” she tells Blossom. I also note Abby looking up to Blossom appreciatively, and mouthing a “Thank You” to her friend and classmate.

    Moving on to Blossom’s punishment, it need not be particularly severe since her use of the clogged toilet was indeed accidental. But she did add to the mess considerably by adding a major bowel movement to a toilet that was already badly clogged. And urinating in it didn’t help, either. I first sentence her to write, “I will not urinate and defecate in a clogged toilet in the girls’ room again” 250 times. Next, I give her 3 days of detention, but I have some more bad news for Blossom to go along with that. “I’m afraid, Blossom, that’s going to be 3 days bathroom cleaning detention,” I tell her, “That’s what happens when you make a mess in the girls’ room – Even when you just do it accidentally.” But I do decide to give her a bit of a break with that. “I’ll have you assigned to emptying the garbage cans and refilling the toilet paper holders,” I tell her, “You won’t have the more onerous jobs in detention like actually scrubbing the toilet bowls clean.” “O.K. – Thanks for that,” Blossom tells me, “That won’t be so bad, I guess.”

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    • #3
      Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

      Our next case, of course, deals with aforementioned clogged toilet. As previously noted, this toilet in the Science Wing girls’ room was badly clogged with a massive amount of toilet paper jammed in the bottom of the bowl. Chelsea, a pretty, blonde-haired senior, stands accused of clogging the toilet. In fact, she’s facing 3 charges this afternoon – Not only “Clogging the Toilet” but “Using Too Much Toilet Paper”; and also “Panty-Soiling.” The Violation Report – Filed by Miss Johnson, an English teacher – isn’t very detailed. But I suspect that it was Chelsea soiling in her panties that led her to use all that paper and it was, of course, all that toilet paper that caused the toilet to clog. I also take note that the specific charge is “Using Too Much Toilet Paper.” As faithful readers of the TVPC surely know that is a different charge than “Wasting Toilet Paper.” If a girl were to simply roll it off the roll and into the toilet that would be WASTING toilet paper. USING TOO MUCH toilet paper means that a girl used it for its intended purpose of wiping herself, but used more than was necessary to get the job done. Obviously, this is a less serious charge than just wasting it. I check with Miss Johnson to make sure the charge on the Violation Report is correct. “It’s definitely using too much toilet paper,” Miss Johnson says. “I looked at all that toilet paper in the bowl and it was really dirty,” she explains, “Chelsea definitely used it for wiping herself.”

      “But that’s just it,” the pretty senior chimes in, “I needed all that toilet paper to wipe myself.” “Look, I admit that I clogged the toilet and obviously I did have an accident,” she tells us, “But I’m really innocent of using too much toilet paper.” “I used all that toilet paper to wipe myself,” she adds emphatically. “But no one is saying that you didn’t use it to wipe yourself – In fact, Miss Johnson is saying that you did,” I point out to Chelsea, “The charge is that you used too much toilet paper.” “The charge is that you used more toilet paper than was necessary to wipe yourself clean,” I clarify. “I’m saying that you used A LOT more toilet paper than you needed to,” Miss Johnson chimes in, “Wiping yourself is one thing, but it’s really hard to believe how much toilet paper was stuffed into that toilet.” “No one REALLY needs all the toilet paper you used.”

      “But I did – I really did need all that,” Chelsea argues, “I used it all for wiping myself because I needed it all to wipe myself.” The senior beauty goes on to tell us that you had an accident messing in her panties. “I was trying to hold it in during gym class,” she explains, “I had to go but I didn’t want to do it in the toilets in the girls’ locker room.” “I don’t mind so much peeing in there,” she says, “But it’s really not so nice when you have to do the big stuff in there.” “I know it sounds stupid – I know it sounds really stupid now that I have a mess in my panties,” she acknowledges. “But I really thought that I could hold it in and go before Physics class,” she explains further, “The toilets in the Science Wing girls’ room are just so much nicer than the ones in the girls’ locker room.” “But I guess I just waited too long,” Chelsea admits, a look of shame evident on her face, “I had an accident in my pants on the way from the girls’ locker room to the girls’ room in the Science Wing.” “Well, sometimes you can’t be so picky,” I tell her, “Sometimes a toilet is a toilet and you just have to use whatever is available.” “You’re a senior now, Chelsea – You really should know better than to hold it in so long,” I tell her, “And it’s not like this is your first time.” “Don’t I know it, sir,” she tells me, “Don’t I know it.” Well, if she does know it, I have to wonder why this is her 4th panty-soiling accident (and that includes 1 doubleheader) already this year. But that, of course, is beside the point.

      “You’ve already plead ‘Guilty’ to the panty-soiling charge,” I explain to her, “I think you were defending yourself on the charge of using too much toilet paper.” “Yes sir – Like I said, I had an accident before I could get to the girls’ room,” Chelsea continues. “And when it came out it was all soft and squishy and it made a real mess in my panties,” she tells us, “And it was not only in my panties but it was stuck all in my butt and stuff.” “It was a really bad mess and I just wanted to get myself cleaned up,” she explains, “And all I had to wipe myself with was toilet paper.” “I know I used a lot of it,” she explains further, “But I really did need it all to wipe myself.” “I had that mess all over my backside,” she admits, “And it just took wipe after wipe after wipe to clean myself up.” “Miss Johnson said it herself – She said all the toilet paper in the toilet bowl was dirty,” Chelsea points out, “It was dirty because my butt was still dirty when I was using it.” “I didn’t even get it all completely cleaned up,” she adds, “I just got the worst of it off me so I could get through the rest of the day.” “I’m still going to have to wipe myself some more when I get home,” she points out, “But at least then I can use a washcloth.”

      With all things considered, I’m going to have to find Chelsea “Not Guilty” of “Using Too Much Toilet Paper.” She is, of course, still “Guilty” of “Panty-Soiling” and “Clogging the Toilet.” “The fact that she did have a rather messy accident explains why she used so much toilet paper,” I point out to Miss Johnson, “And the fact that the used toilet paper in the bowl was quite dirty indicates that Chelsea’s behind was still quite dirty when she was using it.” “So, with that in mind, I can’t conclude that she used too much toilet paper,” I explain, “It seems to me that she really did need to use as much as she did.”

      “But you really should have known better than to try flush all that toilet paper at once,” I sternly lecture the senior, “You caused quite a serious clog in that toilet.” “I know that, sir – I’m sorry about that, sir,” she says, her head bowed in shame. “I was just upset about messing in my panties and I guess I just panicked,” she explains, “I just started frantically wiping myself as best I could and pretty soon the bowl was full of paper.” “Well, I’m still surprised you didn’t know any better,” I tell her, “After all, this certainly isn’t the first accident you’ve had in school.”

      But Chelsea points out that those other times, it happened later in the day and she just dealt with it in her panties the rest of the day in school. “Those other times it happened, I didn’t try to clean it up in the girls’ room in school,” she explains, “I just came here to the TVPC to get my punishment and then I went home and cleaned it up there.” “It’s a lot easier cleaning yourself up at home with a washcloth,” she explains further, “It’s a lot harder when all you have to work with is toilet paper.” She points out, though, that this time the accident happened a lot earlier in the day. “I just didn’t want to deal with having such a mess in my panties for that long,” she tells us, “I just couldn’t stand the idea of walking around so long with all that mess in my panties.” “I guess I should have just waited and cleaned up at home like I usually do,” she admits, “But it was a really bad accident this time and I just didn’t want to be sitting in the mess so long.”

      Moving on to Chelsea’s punishment, I first sentence her for soiling her panties. As noted, it’s a 4th such offense this school year. For that, she’ll have to write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 500 times and spend a week in detention sitting on the toilet. “In the Science Wing girls’ room?” she asks. “Certainly NOT!” I tell her, “You’ll do your toilet sitting punishment in the girls’ locker room.” She grimaces a bit at hearing that. “That’s the girls’ room you should have used to avoid having the accident in the first place,” I point out, “So that’s the girls’ room where you’ll serve your punishment.” Her punishment for clogging the toilet will also be a 500 times writing assignment – For this one, she’ll have to write “I will not clog the toilet in the girls’ room in school again” 500 times. And she’ll also have a week of detention to serve for this – This time the detention to be spent cleaning bathrooms. Once again, she grimaces at hearing that. She asks that just like Blossom she be assigned to less onerous bathroom cleaning duties like emptying garbage cans and refilling toilet paper holders. “Not a chance,” I tell her, “You’ll serve a regular bathroom cleaning punishment.” “You made quite a mess in the girls’ room when you clogged that toilet,” I point out, “So I’m afraid you’re going to be punished accordingly.” “You’ll scrub floors, wash down walls and clean the actual toilets as you’re assigned to do,” I explain, “Then maybe next time, you’ll be a lot more careful with your used toilet paper.” I also point out to her that, as per TVPC rules, her bathroom cleaning punishment will come first – She’ll serve her toilet sitting detention when she’s done with that. Chelsea will also be prohibited from using school toilet paper for 2 weeks. “You’ll have to bring your own to school, young lady,” I tell her, “And if you forget it, you’ll simply have to do without.”

      For the last matter before the TVPC, we have a visit from a parent. As faithful readers of the TVPC surely know, it occasionally happens that a parent wishes to address the TVPC. These cases usually prove interesting because it’s hard to predict how they’re going to turn out. But there is one thing we usually can predict with cases like these and that is, it rarely turns out well for the girl whose parent comes before the TVPC.

      “Hello, Mrs. Brady,” I welcome the usually cheerful, blonde-haired mother of 6, “What can we at the TVPC do for you today.” Mrs. Brady’s eldest daughter Marcia, graduated 2 years ago and I’m told she has a younger daughter in elementary school. But the subject of her visit to the TVPC today, is no doubt her middle daughter Jan. Jan, now a senior, is a quite pretty but highly self-conscious girl who’s had more than her share of toilet troubles throughout her high school career. Usually it’s been messing in her panties (or sometimes incidents involving jealousy over Marcia) that has brought Jan before the TVPC, but that hasn’t been the case as of late. Though she did mess in her panties in English class back in October, that is her only such accident this school year – a far cry from the staggering count of 11 panty-soilings she had as a freshman. And the fact that Jan is indeed now doing her bowel movements in the girls’ room at school is underscored by the fact that she is currently serving detention for clogging the toilet with one of those bowel movements – her second offense of this school year on that particular charge. And she’s also got a violation for leaving the toilet unflushed after a bowel movement and leaving class without permission to go to the girls’ room – Both, obviously, further evidence that she is now using the girls’ room when she needs to. So, as I motion Mrs. Brady to the podium, and Mrs. Brady motions for Jan to join her, I’m really wondering what this all going to be about. I notice, though, that Mrs. Brady is carrying a shopping bag from a local drugstore and that she doesn’t look happy.

      “Would you care to explain this, young lady,” she angrily asks Jan, as she pulls for the bag, a thoroughly messed-in pair of panties. The panties – Plain white briefs – Have a big solid load in the seat and a dark, thick trail of solid fecal matter all the way up the back. Their presentation here draws a collective “ewwww!” from the assembled crowd. “Alice and I were cleaning out the closet in your room,” she tells Jan, “Image our surprise when we found these hidden in there.” I’m not sure who Alice is, but the implication, obviously, is that Jan did the mess in those panties and then hid them in the closet.

      But Jan denies that the soiled panties are hers. “Those are not mine,” Jan tells her mother, “They are definitely not mine.” “I haven’t gone in my panties for a long time,” she adds. But Mrs. Brady just gives Jan a dirty look – A dirty look of skepticism. “They’re not mine! – I didn’t do it!” Jan says again, this time with a sense of urgency in her voice, “Like I said, I haven’t gone in my pants in a long time.” “Oh really, Jan?” Mrs. Brady asks sarcastically, “I suppose the soiled panties just got into your closet by magic.” “You know, Jan, its bad enough that you still mess in your panties,” she lectures her daughter, “But trying to hide your accidents like that only makes it worse.” “Didn’t your father have a talk with you about that?” Mrs. Brady asks.

      “But I didn’t do it, Mom!” Jan pleads, with even more vociferousness than before, “I swear I didn’t do it.” “I didn’t mess in my panties – I haven’t messed in my panties for a long time,” she pleads further, “I don’t do that anymore.” “Well, I’ve got a pair of soiled panties that say differently,” Mrs. Brady answers her, waving the very dirty panties in her daughter’s face, “I guess they just magically appeared in the closet behind a bunch of boxes.” “Well, it’s not only my closet, you know,” Jan fires back, “Just because you find soiled panties hidden in the closet doesn’t automatically mean that I did it.” Mrs. Brady and I both look at Jan puzzled while Jan looks back at us exasperated.

      “Well, maybe Marcia did it,” Jan blurts out angrily, “You know, it’s her closet, too.” With that Mrs. Brady just stares at Jan angrily. “You know, Marcia actually does poop, you know,” Jan tells her mom sarcastically, “She doesn’t want people to think that she poops, but she really does, you know.” Actually, I’m not sure that sarcasm was Jan’s best choice here. “The difference is that Marcia poops in the toilet like she’s supposed to,” Mrs. Brady points out, an uncharacteristic tone of anger in her voice, “She certainly doesn’t poop in her panties like you do.” “Yes, she does!” Jan yells back at her, obviously very frustrated, “You don’t know about it, but Marcia does poop in her panties sometimes.” “I saw her laundry last week when she was home from college and she had some messy panties,” Jan argues, “She had quite a few panties with messes in them that she was cleaning out before putting them in the laundry.” “I’m not the only one who has accidents sometimes,” Jan continues, “Marcia can sometimes have an accident, too.”

      But Mrs. Brady just shakes her head in disbelief at the very notion of that. “You’re only making it worse by lying, Jan,” she tells her daughter. “You can’t just blame Marcia for your accidents,” she lectures, “We all know that Marcia doesn’t poop in her panties.” With that, Jan just lets out an ear-piercing scream – A scream of total frustration that no one believes her. “I didn’t mess in those panties! – I just didn’t do it!!” Jan screams, “Why won’t you believe me.” “I’m sick and tired of hearing how Marcia is so perfect and always poops in the toilet,” she rambles on, as she starts to cry, “I’m sick of hearing how Marcia never poops in her pants.” “MARCIA, MARCIA, MARCIA!” Jan screams as her tears flow, “I’m sick of hearing about Marcia.”

      With that, I must bang my gavel to restore order. And I also have to ask Mrs. Brady what this whole matter has to do with the TVPC. “I understand that you found the messy panties in the closet at home,” I explain to her, “How is that a matter for the TVPC.” Mrs. Brady goes on to explain that she believes Jan messed in the panties at school and therefore needs to be charged with a panty-soiling violation for doing it. “When it comes to #2, Jan doesn’t like to use the toilets in school,” Mrs. Brady points out.” “Well, that certainly used to be true, Mrs. Brady,” I tell her. “But I think Jan is using the toilet in school a lot more than she used to,” I point out, “At least she’s not having as many accidents as she used to.” “I think she’s just holding it in a lot better than she used to,” Mrs. Brady tells me, “You should see how she’s running for toilet first thing when she gets home from school”
      Well, I can’t really argue with that, but I’m not convinced that this is a matter for the TVPC. I ask Mrs. Brady if she has any more evidence not only that Jan did the mess but specifically that she did the mess at school. She tells me that she does not. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Brady,” I tell her, “I’m not even convinced it was Jan that messed in the panties, much less than she did it in school.” Accordingly, I must find Jan “Not Guilty” on this charge of “Panty-Soiling.”

      I can see Jan drying her eyes and even managing a small, subdued smile. It’s a short-lived smile, however. “Just because you’re getting away with it at school, young lady, doesn’t mean you’re getting away with it at home,” Mrs. Brady tells her daughter, “You know that happens when you mess in your panties.” I watch as Jan reacts in horror and Mrs. Brady pulls a small bag of adult diapers out of her shopping bag. “I’ll wait until you’re done with your detention today,” she tells a horrified Jan, “And then we’ll go down the hall to the girls’ room so you can change.” Jan begs her mother for a reprieve – Arguing that her last time messing in her panties was all the way back in October – But it’s to no avail. “You know the rules, Jan,” Mrs. Brady tells her daughter. “When you mess in your panties, you get diapers,” she says, “When you can show your dad and me that you can use the toilet and keep your diapers clean you’ll get your regular underwear back.”

      But Jan, hysterically crying once again, denies that she did it. “Those panties aren’t mine,” she says desperately, as the tears flow, “I just didn’t do it.” “Those are Marcia’s panties – She’s the one who did the mess,” the poor girl continues, “And she’s the one who must have hid them in the closet so you wouldn’t find out.” “Please believe me – I swear I didn’t do it,” she goes on in desperation, “Why won’t you believe me?” But Mrs. Brady just ignores her daughter’s pleas of innocence. “That’s enough, Jan,” she tells her, “You’re only making it worse by trying to blame this on Marcia.” “When you can go for a full month without messing in your panties, you can wear your panties again,” she tells her. With that, Jan just goes back to her seat in detention and breaks down crying hysterically into her hands.

      So concludes another session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee. Meeting adjourned at 3:50 PM.

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      • #4
        Oh that kinky Grace

        Would love to be a boy at school when Grace enters the bathroom in her tight spandex. Perhaps the lovely bathroom monitor can escort her and check her undies after a BM? May-be I can check her bum before a BM? Great report as always and Space Camp sounds like Loads of fun.

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        • #5
          Man, this Dr. Flower is really something else. It seems like her attitude is actually causing more work for the TVPC. I really hope she gets her comeuppance one of these days. Thanks Arnold!

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          • #6
            Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

            Thank you both. It's hard to believe how Grace just keeps getting herself into trouble. But at least she used the toilet this time -- She really seems to be getting over her panty-soiling issues at games this year. And spacecamp does seem like a lot of fun with aspiring female astronauts having nothing but a thin curtain around the toilet while they're relieving themselves. And Dr. Flower and Blossom look so much alike, they could be the same person. But still, this fued exists. Call it a hunch, but I don't think it's the last we're going to hear from either of them.

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