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 June 20, 2013.

First up before the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) this afternoon is Jessie, a vivacious light-haired brunette. Though a senior, this is Jessie’s first year at our school having transferred here over the summer. She works as a Nanny for a wealthy local family with 4 kids – one of whom, Emma, is a freshman here. Jessie is charged this afternoon with “Panty-Soiling” and this surprises me very much. Though Jessie has a prior offense for Leaving the Toilet Unflushed after Urinating and one for Using Too Much Toilet Paper, this would be the first time she’s gone either way in her pants. Even more surprising in this case is how the outgoing senior beauty was caught.

“Another student complained to me about a smell coming from Jessie’s locker,” reports Mrs. Johns, our ace bathroom monitor, “She said it smelled like someone ‘took one’ in Jessie’s locker.” “So I got the Vice-Principal to open up Jessie’s locker,” Mrs. Johns reports further, “And suffice to say, we found the source of the smell.” Our ace bathroom monitor goes on to tell us that she found a pair of panties in a plastic bag stored in another bag in there. “The panties were pretty well soiled,” Mrs. Johns expounds, “They had an ample supply of solid fecal matter in the seat and a nice trail of it all the way up the back.” “Jessie really soiled those panties well,” she adds, “It looks like she managed to do her entire bowel movement in them.” The panties, of course, are here with the TVPC clerk for evidence.

“What can I say – I had an accident,” Jessie acknowledges, “I’m sorry and I’m embarrassed but I guess this kind of things just happens sometimes.” “Well, it doesn’t just happen, Jessie,” I tell the senior beauty, “I mean girls do have accidents sometimes – Even girls in high school – But it doesn’t just happen.” “It usually happens when girls don’t give their bodily functions the proper attention they deserve,” I explain, “It usually happens when a girl doesn’t go to the girls’ room and use the toilet when she needs to.” “Yes sir, you’re right,” Jessie tells us, “It happened because I waited too long to go to the girls’ room.” “I had to go in Chemistry class 5th period before lunch,” she explains further, “But I was holding it in to go at lunchtime when the accident happened.” “It was my own fault,” she acknowledges, “I guess I should have gone right when I first felt the need to go.” “I’m really sorry, sir,” Jessie adds, “I promise you that I’ve learned my lesson and I’ll never do it again.” “I’ve never messed in my panties before – At least not since the time I can remember,” she says, “It was so disgusting that I just wanted to change out of my soiled panties and get myself cleaned up.” “I only had study hall next period, so I got a pass from the teacher and went to the girls’ room to clean myself up,” she tells me. “I changed into the spare pair of panties that I always keep in my purse, Jessie explains, “And I put the soiled panties in a plastic bag to take home and deal with later.” “Am I in more trouble for that?” she asks. “No, you’re o.k. on that,” I assure her, much to her relief. “Had you left the soiled panties in the girls’ room and worse yet, tried to flush them down the toilet, you’d be in very serious trouble now,” I point out, “But you’re allowed to clean yourself up after an accident so long as you take your messy panties with you.”

Accepting Jessie’s plea of “Guilty” to “Panty-Soiling,” I note that this is her first accident offense. But given that she does have those 2 other violations, she is not entitled to get off with just a warning as would be the case had this been her first toilet violation overall. Still, for a first panty-soiling offense, her punishment need not be severe. I sentence Jessie to an hour of detention and to write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 100 times. “Thank you, sir,” she tells me, obviously pretty pleased that her punishment isn’t worse.

“She’s lying, of course – There’s no way that Jessie had an accident like that.” chimes in Beverly, a tall, pretty brunette and a member of our girls’ basketball team. She is serving detention for Clogging the Toilet with a Bowel Movement – Her 3rd such offense this school year. “Jessie really good about going to the bathroom when she needs to – It’s like a religion with her,” Beverly continues, “She’s the last person who would ever have an accident from waiting too long – especially with poop.” “I did it, I had an accident,” Jessie quickly chimes in, “It can happen sometimes, even to the best of us.” “I don’t know what I was thinking waiting so long,” she adds.

“I bet you those panties aren’t even hers,” chimes in Clarissa, another girl serving detention today – This one for Loitering in the Girls’ Room, “There’s just no way that Jessie made a mess in them like that or even at all.” “I wonder what your role in all this is,” she continues, as she turns and glares at a girl named Emma, sitting in the spectators’ section. Emma, a pretty, blonde-haired freshman, is one of the girls that Jessie is the Nanny for. “It’s one thing to have an accident, Emma – Obviously, I’m not immune to that myself,” Clarissa tells the spoiled rich girl, “But at least take responsibility for it when it happens.” Emma just looks at Clarissa puzzled. “I don’t know that you’re talking about,” Emma tells her, although looking quite ill at ease in saying it. “Jessie already admitted to doing the mess,” Emma points out, “Why are you trying to drag me into this?” “Because you’re the one who messes her panties in school – Jessie isn’t,” Clarissa quickly answers back, “We were even in detention together for Panty-Soiling back in December.” “You’re the one who tries to hold it in school, so you can go at home – Jessie doesn’t,” she adds. Emma, with 5 panty-soiling accidents on her record this year, certainly has no answer to that. But she steadfastly denies that she has anything to do with those panties that Jessie has pleaded “Guilty” to soiling.

“Mr. Ziffel, sir,” comes a voice from the back of the room, “Can I say something.” That voice comes from Chelsea, a pretty, blonde-haired senior, who is serving detention and writing “I will not soil my panties in school again” on the blackboard in the back of the room. “Yes you MAY,” I tell her. “I don’t think Jessie did that mess, either,” Chelsea tells us, “Not unless she did it somewhere else and brought it to school with her today.” The last comment draws a few giggles from those assembled. She then explains that she and Jessie were in the girls’ room together – Specifically, the Science Wing girls’ room – Earlier today. “I was going #2 and I could tell that Jessie was doing that, too,” the pretty, senior blonde then explains, “We were in stalls next to each other and it was pretty obvious that Jessie was doing the same thing I was doing.” “She was in there a while and I could hear that familiar crackling noise as Jessie was going,” she continues, “And a little while later, I could hear her pulling a lot of toilet paper off the roll.” “I guess anything’s possible, sir,” Chelsea explains further, “But I doubt that Jessie could be doing a major #2 in the toilet like that right about the same time she also did a major #2 in her panties.” “I just don’t buy the explanation,” she says. “I think it’s pretty obvious, sir, that someone other than Jessie messed in those panties,” she argues, “And I’d venture to guess that it’s Emma’s mess and Jessie is covering for her.”

“Check those soiled panties, sir – I bet they aren’t even Jessie’s size,” Clarissa suggests, “And I bet you that Jessie is wearing her panties now.” “As to Emma, on the other hand, she’s probably not even wearing panties now,” Clarissa speculates further, “I’d be willing to bet hers are the soiled ones in that little plastic bag.” Actually, Jessie has already confessed to changing into new panties after messing in her first pair, but it’s still a good point. Likewise, Emma could have just as easily changed into new panties after soiling hers, but it’s a matter certainly worth looking into.

Turning my attention to Emma, I press her again for an answer. She, once again, denies that those messy panties are hers. “I went in the girls’ room at lunchtime today – And that includes #2,” Emma asserts, “I didn’t mess in my panties.” “And I’m wearing my panties now, sir – You can even check,” she offers. “Well, I think we’re going to have to do that,” I tell Emma. “And you too, Jessie,” I tell the pretty senior. “Would you like to do the honors?” I ask Miss Spellman. With that, the pretty Math teacher and Soccer Coach proceeds with both girls down the hall to the 2nd Floor girls’ room. We pause for a moment to wait for her report.

In a few minutes, Miss Spellman returns with both girls. “Well, both girls are indeed wearing panties,” she reports, “And the panties on both of them are spotlessly clean.” “But other than that, their panties are quite different,” she continues, “And that proves very illuminating.” “Jessie is wearing plain white ones, size 7,” Miss Spellman reports further, “Emma’s are size 5 and those frilly, fancy pink ones from Victoria’s Secret.” Next, of course, I check the soiled panties that we have in evidence. Sure enough, the soiled panties are size 5 and from Victoria’s Secret – Just like the panties that Emma is wearing now. “It would seem that we have a problem here, ladies,” I tell them both, “Unless you 2 girls are sharing panties, this doesn’t quite sense.”

Neither girl wants to say anything at this point, but I demand an answer. “I want the truth and I want it now!” I yell at them, “The longer you insist on this lie, the longer your punishment assignments are going to be. Pausing for a moment – Apparently to sum up the courage – Jessie speaks up. “I didn’t make the mess, Emma did,” Jessie reluctantly explains, “I helped her get cleaned up in the girls’ room and I was going to take those panties home to deal with later.” The senior beauty goes on to explain that she got a text message from Emma saying that she had messed in her panties. “She texted me that it happened in English class 5th period, but she hadn’t been caught yet,” Jessie continues, “And she wanted to get cleaned up and avoid being caught.” “I have lunch 6th period and Emma has study hall, so I texted her to meet me in the 2nd Floor girls’ room then,” she explains, “And once in the girls’ room I helped her clean up her mess.” “Fortunately, Emma had a spare pair of panties for gym class, so she changed into those,” Jessie explains further, “And I put the messy ones in a plastic bad and stashed them in my locker for now.” As I and the rest of the TVPC glare at her for letting Emma take advantage of her once again, Jessie clarifies something for us. “I wasn’t actually wiping her or doing anything like that,” Jessie tells us, “Obviously, Emma wiped herself clean.” “I just helped by making up the wads of toilet paper for Emma to use,” Jessie clarifies, “And I gave her a bunch of those moist towlettes to wipe with, too.” “And you decided to take the rap for messing in those panties instead of Emma,” I point out to Jessie. The senior redhead can only shrug her shoulders at that. “I guess I figured the punishment would be a lot less for me since I’d never had an accident in school before,” she says.

Turning my attention now to Emma, the very pretty but very toilet-troubled freshman pretty much confirms everything that Jessie told us. “I had an accident again,” she admits, “And I didn’t want to get caught and punished.” “So I texted Jessie and asked her to come help me get it cleaned up,” she explains, “And she met me in the 2nd Floor girls’ room to help me clean up.” “Like she said, it wasn’t like she actually wiped me,” Emma quickly clarifies, “I did all that myself, but she just helped me with the toilet paper and those towelette thingys.” “And she took my panties with her, so I wouldn’t get caught,” Emma adds. “And you were willing to let Jessie take the blame when she got caught?” I ask Emma, “You were going to let her get punished for your accident?” “Yes sir,” Emma says with her head bowed in shame – More shame than from having the accident in the first place. “I’m sorry,” she adds. “I’m sorry, too,” Jessie chimes in, “We never should have tried to hide what really happened.” Obviously, that’s no excuse and I tell them both so. And when I ask Emma why she didn’t go to the girls’ room and use the toilet instead of going in her panties, she really has no answer. “I don’t know – I just didn’t,” she says. That makes me almost as mad as the lying.

Turning my attention back to Jessie, I immediately rescind the panty-soiling violation and cancel her 1 hour of detention and 100 times writing assignment punishments. Instead, I direct the TVPC clerk to draw up a new Violation Report on Jessie – this one for “Lying to the TVPC.” Then, upon finding her “Guilty” on that charge, I sentence Jessie to 3 days of detention and having to write “I will not lie to the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee again” 500 times. “Um – That’s more than the punishment I had before,” Jessie notes, quite surprised at the severity of the punishment I’ve given her now. “The panty-soiling was supposedly an accident,” I explain to her, “The lying was obviously done on purpose and lying to the TVPC is something we take quite seriously.”
“Of course, you wouldn’t be getting punished at all had you just let Emma face the consequences for once again not using the girls’ room when she needed to,” I remind Jessie.

Next, I turn my attention to Emma. “You’ll write that same sentence 1,000 times,” I tell her, “And you’ll serve an entire week in detention.” “Jessie’s lying was bad enough, but at least she was doing it to protect you,” I explain to the freshman, “In your case, you were only lying to protect yourself and that’s even more disgraceful.” With that, Emma turns to leave the podium, but I stop her, of course. “Whoa! – Hold on a minute, young lady,” I tell her. “That’s only your punishment for lying,” I explain, “There is still the matter of your punishment for the panty-soiling.” Emma then returns to the podium – An unmistakable look of dread on her face. And Emma has good reason for that look as this is her 6th offense for panty-soling this school year.

“A 6ht offense is quite a serious matter – Even for a freshman,” I tell Emma, “And it, of course, is grounds for some serious punishment.” I then direct the TVPC clerk to return those badly soiled panties to Emma. “I believe those are yours, young lady,” I tell her, “And now, you’ll take them down the hall to the 2nd floor girls’ room and scrub them clean.” “And for your sake, you’d better get them clean,” I explain further, “Because you’ll have to wear them to school tomorrow.” “And Jessie isn’t going to help you this time!” I yell at Emma, but I also direct that at Jessie,” You’re going to have to clean those panties all by yourself.” Emma is reduced to tears at the thought of that. I think the idea of having to wear those dirty panties to school tomorrow is almost as upsetting to her as having to clean them out in the first place. “You haven’t been doing Emma any favors by cleaning out her soiled panties for her all this time,” I lecture Jessie, “Maybe if she had had to clean it herself when she had accidents, she’d have learned to stop having accidents.” Jessie just nods her head in agreement. “I was just trying to help,” she says. “And obviously, you didn’t help yourself by lying for her,” I also point out to Jessie, “Writing that sentence 500 times isn’t going to picnic for you.” “You can say that again,” Jessie acknowledges with a dejected look on her face.

With that, Emma turns to leave the podium again – This time heading with Miss Mars down to the 2nd Floor girls’ room for her panty-cleaning punishment. But I stop her once again. “Oh! – You’re still not done, young lady,” I tell Emma, “You’re certainly not getting off with just having to clean your panties.” I next assign to 2 weeks of detention time sitting on the toilet and having to write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 1,000 times. “Oh! – And those 1,000 times will be written on the blackboard in detention,” I further stipulate, “Maybe after you get finished with that, you’ll think twice about messing in your panties in school again.”

With that, I see Chelsea, writing her own 1,000 times on the blackboard for panty-soiling, manage a broad smile. “Good luck with that Emma,” she tells the spoiled freshman, “It’s not going to picnic for you, thats for sure.” Emma, who had been crying from the time her little lie had been exposed, certainly has no reason to stop crying now. “You’ll start on your writing detention tomorrow,” I explain to her, “You can go home today after you finish cleaning those panties.” “You’ll serve your toilet sitting detention when you’re done with the writing detention,” I further explain, “And you’ll serve your regular detention after that.” “Obviously, you won’t be leaving school at the regular time for quite a while, I point out. “Whatever punishments she doesn’t complete by the end of the school year will carry over into September,” I add, “Or you can choose to come in over the summer and get them over with now.” But Emma doesn’t have to make that decision now. Now finally, she’s off with Miss Mars to scrub out those messy panties of hers.

I am very disappointed to see that our next panty-soiling case involves Jan, a pretty but decidedly toilet-troubled blonde-haired senior. Another panty-soiling accident is pretty much par for the course for poor Jan. Although quite a pretty girl in her own right, Jan has some serious confidence issues and suffers from a serious case of jealousy regarding her ever perfect older sister Marcia. Whereas, Jan has had so many soiling accidents in her high school career is hard to count them all, Marcia (who graduated 2 years ago) went through 4 years of high school without having a single accident of either variety. Jan still seems to be suffering from being compared to Marcia.

But that’s really not the issue here. The issue, of course, is yet another accident from the toilet troubled Jan. “Shame on you, Jan,” I tell her, “You’re a senior now, for Pete’s sake.” “Don’t you think its’ about time you learned to do your bowel movements in the toilet? I ask her, “Don’t you think you’re getting too old to keep having accidents in your panties?”

But rather than answer me, Jan is just left there crying hysterically. It’s not an unfamiliar site as Jan has a file thick with prior accident offenses, but she just seems more upset than usual this time. I also note the manner in which this offense was written up – Specifically, as “Panty-Soiling” rather than just “Soiling” or something else. And looking at Jan now, as she stands before us with that tell-tale bulge in the seat of those tan, corduroy pants, it’s pretty apparent that she is wearing panties today rather than a diaper. As faithful readers of the TVPC surely know by now, Jan’s parent are particularly strict and a long time ago, ran out of patience with Jan and her bowel movement messes. In addition to using some of the usual punishments on her, Jan’s parents have resorted to putting her back in diapers when panty-soiling accidents occur. And, as I understand it, Jan has to earn her regular underwear back by going at least a month without soiling in her diaper. Needless to say, it’s been pretty embarrassing – Not to mention uncomfortable and inconvenient – For a high school senior like Jan to be wearing a diaper in school.

Jan, with several soiling accidents as of late, had been stuck wearing diapers for quite a while now. One such accident – Into a diaper – Was dealt with at our February 4th TVPC meeting. That’s why I’m quite surprised to see that Jan is actually wearing panties for her soiling today. Of course, I ask her about this.

“I guess I should have gone before going to study hall today,” Jan tells me, “But I really didn’t think I had to go that bad.” “I mean, I knew that I had to go,” Jan explains, “I knew that I was eventually going to have to go in the girls’ room because I knew there was no way I was going to be able to hold it in until I got home.” “But I really thought that I could wait until my study hall period,” she explains further, “I never thought that waiting until study hall was going to be too late.” A check of the Violation Report in this case – A Violation Report filed by Miss Johnson who was monitoring Jan’s 4th period study hall today, shows that Jan had indeed put her name on the list for the girls’ room pass. Unfortunately, though, it was apparently in study hall, before Jan could actually use the pass and get to the girls’ room, that the accident happened. “When Jan’s name came up on the list, I immediately motioned for her to come up and get the pass,” Miss Johnson, an English teacher, reports, “But when Jan did come up and get the pass from Hope who went before her, I immediately suspected that something was up.” “Jan seemed a bit upset and she was definitely walking a little awkwardly,” the pretty, young English teacher explains, “And then when Jan got closer to me, I could smell it and I noticed that big bulge in the seat of her pants as she was walking away.” “Immediately, I confronted her about whether she already had an accident,” Miss Johnson explains further, “And then she started to cry and admitted that she did. Looking at Jan, she is still crying now.

“I guess I should have gone between periods, even before getting to study hall,” Jan admits through her tears. “But I just hate going to between class periods – Especially when it’s going for #2,” she explains, “Its just so crowded with a lot of other girls and you’re always worried about finishing before the bell rings and getting to class on time.” “So I was trying to wait and go during study hall when I’d have more privacy and more time to do what I had to do,” Jan explains further. “I just thought that study hall would be the best time to go,” she says, “But I just had an accident right there in study hall before I could get the girls’ room pass.”

All that is an interesting story – And we did need to put the circumstances of Jan’s accident on the record – But that wasn’t the question I asked her. “I asked you about your wearing panties and soiling in those panties,” I remind Jan, “I was wondering why you weren’t in diapers, instead.” “I mean, I’m happy for you if you had been doing well enough to earn your regular panties back,” I tell the pretty but toilet troubled senior, “But I just didn’t think you earned your way out of diapers yet.” Hearing my question clarified, Jan looks to be at a loss for what to say next.

“Do my mom and dad really have to find out about this?” Jan asks, “I mean, I know they have to sign the notice saying that I had another accident, but do they have to know that I soiled a pair of panties?” “Your parents get a copy of the Violation Report,” I explain to Jan, “And the Violation Report lists all the circumstances – Including, specifically, that you soiled your panties.” That clarification brings a look of dread to Jan’s face – A look that you have to see to understand because no one could ever accurately describe it. Clearly something is amiss with this.

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

“I can tell you what’s going on,” a voice from the detention section volunteers. That voice is quickly identified as belonging to Katie, a tall and gorgeous senior. Katie is serving a week of detention and is busily writing, “I will not smoke in the girls’ room in school again” 1,000 times. It’s her punishment, obviously, from smoking in the girls’ room – a Violation Report not only filed by a fellow student but by Jan herself. “I see Jan in the girls’ room down by the gym most mornings,” Katie tells us, “I see her in there changing out of diapers and into regular panties.” “And I saw her in the girls’ room after school one time last week, too,” she continues, “And she was changing back into her diaper before going home.” “I don’t think Jan is supposed to be wearing her regular underwear in school,” Katie says with a big, big smile, “It looks like she changing out of diapers before school and changing back into them afterwards.” “And now she’s caught messing in her panties when she wasn’t supposed to even be wearing them in the first place,” the outgoing senior beauty adds, still smiling. “Can I bring a charge against Jan just like she brought against me?” she asks, “She’s obviously wearing panties in school when she’s not supposed to.” “GIMME A BREAK!” Katie says to Jan, “If you’re going to mess yourself in school, you SHOULD have to wear a diaper.”

I do thank Katie for coming forward with this explanation, but I regret to inform her that there are no grounds to bring any additional charges against Jan. “Jan will be charged with panty-soiling and that’s all,” I note. “Jan having to wearing a diaper to school is a punishment imposed by her parents, not the TVPC,” I explain, “Therefore it is strictly a matter between Jan and her parents and not the business of the TVPC.” “But I suspect, of course, that her parents will indeed have something to say about this,” I add, as I turn to address Jan, “And I seriously doubt it’s going to be pleasant.”

Taking first things first, Jan admits to what Katie just told us. “I just couldn’t stand wearing the diaper to school,” Jan tells us, “It’s not only embarrassing to have to wear that stupid thing, but it’s really uncomfortable as well.” “And it’s a lot harder to go to the bathroom at school wearing a diaper than with just regular panties,” she points out, “It’s hard taking that diaper up and down when you’re using the toilet.” “I thought I could get away with it if I changed out of it before school and changed back into the diaper before going home,” she admits, “I didn’t think there was any way my parents were going to find out about it.” “Bu then this happens,” Jan continues, a sense of exasperation in her voice, “I was really trying to be careful about using the toilet but then this happens.” “Please sir – Please don’t tell my parents,” she begs one more time. “I mean, I know you have to tell them about my accident and I know I’m going to get punished for that at home as well as here,” she pleads, “But can you please just leave out the part about my wearing regular panties instead of my diaper.” “Can’t you just say that I had an accident?” she pleads some more, “You said it yourself that my wearing panties instead of my diaper wasn’t a matter for the TVPC.”

It’s hard not to feel sorry for the poor girl, but I have to remain firm in following TVPC rules. “I’m afraid the Violation Report does have to be specific,” I tell Jan, “I’m afraid it is going to mention that you were wearing panties and that you soiled in those panties.” “And I’m afraid that you’re going to have to get that report signed and brought back to school,” I continue, “Those are the proper procedures and I’m afraid they are indeed going to be followed in this case.” “My parents are just going to kill me,” Jan says. “I’d get punished bad enough just for having another accident – Even if I did it in the diaper,” she continues, “But I’m going to get it even worse because I wasn’t wearing the diaper when I was supposed to.”

“Well, Jan, obviously you shouldn’t have been wearing panties in the first place,” I point out, “You really should have been wearing a diaper like your parents said.” “I’m going to be grounded for like forever,” Jan drones on about what she faces at home, “And they’re going to be making me wear those stupid diapers even longer now.” “I’m probably going to be stuck wearing diapers all summer now,” she complains. “We’re going to Hawaii this summer and to the Grand Canyon, too,” Jan tells us, “And I’m going to be stuck wearing a stupid diaper the whole time.”

With that, I bang my gavel to stop Jan from complaining any further. This case is actually nothing more than a regular panty-soiling case. As I noted before, the issue with Jan’s diapers is between her and her parents and not a matter for the TVPC. As for the panty-soiling, it is Jan’s 5th offense on that charge this school year (and that includes 3 soilings that she actually did in a diaper), and she’s got a lengthy list of other offenses as well. Accordingly, I also sentence Jan to write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 1,000 times on the blackboard in detention. I also give her 3 weeks of detention sitting on the toilet. “You’re a senior, Jan, and graduation is less than 2 weeks away,” I remind her, “Obviously, you won’t be able to finish all this before then.” “Accordingly, you’ll have to come in over the summer to finish the writing and do your time sitting on the toilet,” I tell her, “You can still participate in graduation, but you won’t actually get your diploma until you’ve come in and completed your TVPC punishments.” Poor Jan just nods her head in acknowledgement of that. “Be happy you’re not joining Emma in the girls’ room cleaning up your mess,” I point out to this toilet troubled senior blonde, “But I figured you were in enough trouble already.” Actually, I wasn’t sure that it wouldn’t be worse for Jan to go home and face her parents in messy panties than it would be to have to clean it up in school.

“Good luck with your parents,” I tell Jan in closing. “I’m going to need it,” she answers me.

I am also quite disappointed to next call the name of Gwendolyn (Winnie, for short), to face the TVPC. As she rises and heads to the podium, it’s hard not to notice that she’s got a major load in the seat of her tight fighting jeans. I am quite disappointed because this is the 5th panty-soiling this school year for the pretty, soft-spoken senior brunette. And to make it even worse, she’s wet her pants as well – A big wet spot in the crotch of her jeans and a trail of wetness down her right inner thigh being even more obvious than the bulge in the seat of her pants. To say this is a shameful accident – Especially for a senior is an understatement.

“Since when are we wetting our pants, too?” I ask Winnie sarcastically – Sarcasm which she doesn’t seem to like as she gives me a dirty look. “I mean, you’ve messed in your panties quite a few times in your high school career,” I point out to the senior beauty, “But I believe this is the first time you’ve wet them.” “I wet them once back when I was a freshman,” she points out meekly, “But it was only a little bit.” “Well, this time it looks like a lot,” I tell her, “And I mean that to refer to both because it looks the load in your panties is a lot, too.” With that, Winnie just hangs her head in shame and I can tell the poor girl is fighting back tears. But still I want an answer. “I want an answer, Winnie,” I tell her, “What’s with wetting your pants this time?” “I mean, I know how you hate to use our girls’ rooms for your bowel movements – I know that’s why you keep having soiling accidents,” I explain, “But since when don’t you even urinate in school when you need to.” “I do urinate at school, sir – I urinate in the girls’ room all the time,” Winnie says, “I go at lunchtime every day and sometimes I go the other way, too.” “Apparently, you didn’t do it today,” I then tell her.

But Winnie claims that she did. “I did go at lunchtime – Like I said, I always pee at lunchtime,” she claims, “But I don’t know what happened, sir – I had to go again later.” “And when you have to go, you’re supposed to go to the girls’ room and do it in the toilet!” I yell at her, “You’re not supposed to just sit there in class and wet your pants.” “And what about with your bowel movement – What’s your excuse for that,” I continue my lecture, “You’re not going to tell me that you also did that at lunchtime, too.” “No sir – I didn’t get the urge to do that until 7th period Calculus class,” she admits, “And then it was in 8th period English class that I had the accident.” “I just suddenly lost control and went both ways in my pants,” she acknowledges, now breaking down in tears. “I think it made it hard to hold in because I was holding it in both ways,” she speculates, “I guess I should have gone to the girls’ room and peed and then maybe I could have held in the other thing.”

“Or maybe you should have gone BOTH WAYS in the toilet in the girls’ room!” I yell at her, “And then you wouldn’t have had to worry about holding in either function.” “You have Mrs. Denominator for Calculus and Miss Sherwood for English,” I remind Winnie, “And both of those teachers will give a girl a girls’ room pass as long as they don’t abuse the privilege.” “But I bet you didn’t even ask for a pass, did you?” I ask Winnie, “I bet you just sat there fighting to hold it in until it was too late.” She just nods her head acknowledging that, as a river of tears is now rolling down Winnie’s angelic face.

Winnie is such a sweet, likeable girl and it’s really hard to be strict with her, but that’s obviously what she needs. “You know, most girls improve their toilet record as they get older,” I tell the senior brunette, “They usually have some accident problems as a freshman but learn from that and improve their toilet record as they go along.” “I can have sympathy for a freshman having 3 panty-soiling accidents like you did – That isn’t too bad for a freshman,” I continue lecturing her, “But then you did it 4 times as a sophomore and another 4 times as a junior,” I remind her, “And you had some other toilet violations, too.” “That’s a pretty shameful record – Especially for a junior,” I point out. “But here you are a senior having done it a 5th time,” I remind her, “And this time, you’ve wet your pants as well.” “Shame on you, Winnie,” I admonish the pretty brunette, “That’s really a disgraceful record for a senior.” “It just happened, sir – It just happened,” she says in her defense. “No, Winnie – It didn’t just happen,” I tell her sternly, “It happened because you didn’t go to the girls’ room when you needed to.”

As I’ve noted, Winnie’s toilet record this year is really quite shameful. “In addition to 4 previous panty-soiling accidents she has a violation for Using a Faculty Bathroom once and once Using the Bathroom in the Nurse’s Office. I note that the last time Winnie was before the TVPC in soiled panties (a case featured in our March 4th session of the TVPC), I sentenced her to a week of detention toilet sitting, a week of study halls toilet sitting and having to write 1,000 times. My first instinct is to simply double all that, but I think better of that. Winnie has done plenty of punishment writing assignments throughout her high school career for her accidents and she’s spent many hours in detention sitting on one toilet or another. But still, she doesn’t quite make it to the toilet when she needs to. Obviously, something else is in order here – Something that is sure to make a bigger impression on the toilet-troubled senior beauty. First, I do assign her to 1,000 times of “I will not soil my panties in school again” and a week of toilet sitting during both detention and her 5th period study hall – Obviously, these are in order as well. But, just as obviously, these punishments are simply not enough anymore.

“Would you like to do the honors,” I ask Miss Sherwood, “After all, it was in your classroom last period that Winnie did that.” “I certainly would,” Miss Sherwood tells me with a smile, “Winnie left a puddle on my classroom floor.” “I hate it when girls urinate on my classroom floor,” she adds with a dirty look toward Winnie in the process. Winnie knows where I’m going with this and she doesn’t look happy. In fact, she looks about ready to panic. “You will immediately accompany your English teacher down the hall to the 2nd Floor girls’ room,” I tell Winnie, “And once there you’ll proceed to clean up your mess.” “You’ll clean yourself and you’ll clean your panties,” I tell her, matter-of-factly, “And you’d better clean your panties well because you have to wear them to school tomorrow.”

As I noted, Winnie looks about ready to panic. “Please sir! – Please not a mess clean-up,” she begs me, “Please! – Can’t you just give me the writing assignment and the toilet sitting punishment?” “No! – I can’t, young lady,” I answer, “Because I’ve given you those punishments many times before and still, you continue to mess in your panties.” “Please sir! – I’ve never had to do a mess clean-up in school before,” she pleads some more, “I mean there was that one time 2 years ago when I had to clean out my panties in school but that wasn’t a full accident clean-up like this.” “Please sir! – I haven’t messed in my panties since like March,” she continues pleading, “Please can’t you just let me do the writing and the toilet sitting punishment or maybe give me some other punishment.” “No!” I tell her emphatically, “You’re going to clean it all up in the girls’ room right here in school.” “And it’s too bad, you’ve never had to do that before,” I add, “Maybe if you’d had to do that before, you wouldn’t be standing here in wet and messy panties now.” With that, I bang my gavel to end the discussion. Miss Sherwood then comes forward and taps Winnie on the shoulder. The two of them are then off down the hall to the 2nd Floor girls’ room where a decidedly dirty job awaits poor Winnie.

Just as I’m about to call the next case, my attention is diverted to a bit of commotion in the back of the room. “What’s the problem back there, girls?” I quickly ask. Something really smells back here, “states Kurstan, a pretty, outgoing junior with braces serving detention for leaving Miss Robinson class without permission to use the girls’ room. “I think Becky just took a shit in her pants,” explains a tall muscular, junior named Amber who is serving detention for mouthing off to Miss Mars during a panty-inspection. “She took a WHAT in her pants?” I ask Amber sternly. “She took a sh….,” she quickly catches herself before she says it again, “I mean she took like a BM or a #2 or whatever we’re supposed to call it.” “I think she’s still doing it,” Kurstan adds, as she pulls up her shirt to cover her nose as if to protect her nose from the smell.”

Turning my attention now to Becky, who is already serving detention for Panty-Soiling, I can see that she is sitting quite uncomfortably on the front edge of her seat with her legs tightly crossed. If she is not fighting to hold in a bowel movement, she is certainly doing a perfect impression of a girl who is. Suddenly, there is a pained facial grimace followed by a pained look of desperation – All the unmistakable mannerisms of a girl slowly losing control of her bowels as she sits in detention. Becky is a pretty blonde-haired junior whose mom ROSEANNE works in the school cafeteria.

Becky, is this true?” I ask her, matter-of-factly, “Have you had another accident in your pants?” She doesn’t answer at first and her facial expression and mannerisms are still that of a girl fighting back against the forces of her own bowels. Suddenly, I see her close her eyes as she tenses up even more and then just as suddenly she seems to relax and take a deep breath. When she opens up her eyes, the tears start to flow. “Becky?” I ask her again, “Did you just have an accident in your pants?” The poor girl just bows her head in shame as the faucet of tears really begins. She meekly answers me, “Yes sir – I did.”

Of course, I motion for her to come forward and take the podium and I direct the TVPC clerk to draw up a Violation Report on her for “Panty-Soiling.” I watch as she carefully steps out from behind her desk and walks gingerly to the podium. Her legs are spread in a sort of bow-legged stance – No doubt trying to avoid smearing the mess in her panties – As she slowly comes forward to answer for yet another panty-soiling offense. “Shame on you,” I tell her, “Shame on you just sitting there messing in your panties like that.” Looking at her file, I note that she has quite a shameful toilet record. “You’re not even finished with your punishment for your last accident and here you are with yet another mess in your panties,” I lecture her, “Five times messing in your panties in a school year is quite shameful.” “Shame on you!” I tell her again, “You’re in high school for Pete’s sake – Isn’t it about time you learned to do your bowel movements in the toilet like you’re supposed to?”

“But I was in detention,” Becky mumbles through her tears of shame, “We can’t go to the girls’ room when we’re in detention.” “Really, Becky?” I ask her in disbelief, “Is that really your excuse?” “You’re not really going to tell me that you just suddenly had to go while you were sitting there in detention, are you?” I also ask her, “If you’re going to mess in your panties like that, at least take responsibility for it.” Upon questioning from me, the pretty but shy junior admits that she did indeed have to go before detention. In fact, she acknowledges that she had been holding it in since her 6th period English class. “And in all that time, you didn’t go to the girls’ room and take care of it?” I ask her, “You didn’t even go before reporting for detention when obviously you knew you had to go quite badly by then?” Becky really has no explanation for that other than to say meekly, “No sir.” I’m just left shaking my head in disgust as she stands there in her badly soiled panties crying.

“The punishment gets worse for repeat offenders,” I remind the toilet troubled beauty, “And I’m afraid you’re now in that category.” “I think it’s about time your little behind got better acquainted with our toilet seats,” I tell her, as I sentence her to 2 weeks detention sitting on the toilet in the 2nd Floor girls’ room. “2 weeks?” she asks, “And both of them sitting on the toilet?” “Yes indeed,” I tell her, “If you can’t be trusted to go sit on the toilet when you need to, you’re going to have to sit a whole lot more time instead.” “But I do sit on the toilet – I go in the girls’ room all the time to pee,” she points out, “I normally pee in the girls’ room in school twice a day.” “Well, that isn’t all that you need to do sometimes, is it?” I ask her, “Urinating wasn’t all that you needed to do today, was it?” “No sir,” she answers me in a barely audible tone, “I had to do the other thing, too.” “It’s too bad I didn’t sentence you to toilet sitting instead of regular detention last time,” I tell her, “At least then, when you had your accident you’d be sitting on the toilet instead.”

“You still owe us 500 times for your last accident,” I remind her. “I’m still working on it,” she says, “That’s an awful lot of writing to do.” “Well, you’d better work on getting it done because it’s due tomorrow,” I warn her, “The punishment gets doubled if it’s not done on time.” But I have some even worse news for her now. “For this one, you’ll have to write 1,000 times,” I tell her and note for the record. The sentence to be written, of course, is the usual, “I will not soil my panties in school again.” “A th-th-th-thousand?”
she asks, “That’ll take forever.” “Well, it better not take more than 1 week because that’s when it’s due,” I explain, “And like I said before, it’s gets doubled when it’s not done on time.”

Becky starts to plead for leniency, but I stop her. “The punishment gets worse for repeat offenders,” I tell her again. “If you don’t want to be punished, then you’d better learn to use the toilet in school when you need to,” I continue, “And by that I mean more than just urinating.” “Take a lesson from Emma and Winnie,” I warn her, “Next time you mess in your pants, you’re going to be cleaning up the accident right here in school.” “And after that, you’ll find yourself writing your 1,000 sentences on the blackboard in detention instead,” I add. “If I were you, I’d make sure there isn’t a next time,” I advise, “You’ll certainly be one very sorry young lady if there is.”

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

Before getting back to our scheduled agenda, I next call Amber to the podium. As I noted before she is serving detention for mouthing off while she was undergoing a panty-inspection. I then direct the TVPC clerk to prepare a Violation Report on her as well. The junior brunette looks puzzled as she takes the podium herself. “Did you think I’d forgotten?” I ask her, “Did you think I’d forgotten about your choice of words earlier?” She still looks at me puzzled. “Proper young ladies do not SHIT,” I tell her sternly, “Proper young ladies defecate or have bowel movements.” She pauses for a moment to comprehend what I’m telling her – Specifically, that she is being charged with “Using Profanity to Refer to Bodily Functions. “Proper young ladies don’t do it in their panties, either,” Amber says with snide smile, “Can’t we at least call it the other thing when a girl does that?” The comment draws some smiles and a few giggles from those assembled in the committee room.

But I, for one, am not amused. “Your punishment was going to be having to write the phrase ‘Bowel Movement’ 500 times,” I explain to her, “But now you’re punishment is going to be writing it 1,000 times.” I pause for a moment to let her punishment – And my message – sink in. “We can go even higher if you like,” I next tell her, “Just keep making snide comments and I can keep doubling it as many times as you like.” I can tell that she’s got plenty more that she wants to say, but she wisely holds her tongue. “I’ll take the thousand times – that’s plenty enough,” she tells me. She is then dismissed and directed to return to her seat in detention. “You know, everybody calls it by that word I said,” she says, under her breath, “Nobody actually says bowel movement or that other thing you said.” “You’re really pushing your luck, Amber,” I warn her sternly, but I resist doubling her punishment again, as she quickly shuts her mouth and retakes her seat in the back of the room.

“Um – Can I change my seat?” Kurstan then yells out from her seat in detention – A seat right next to Becky’s seat.” “It still kind of smells back here,” she adds. “No! You may NOT change your seat,” I tell her angrily, “But I do have SOMETHING you can do.” I then assign her to write “I will not yell out during detention again” 100 times. She then gives me a look and appears about ready to speak. But I put up my hand to stop her. “It’s only 100 times,” I caution her, “It could easily be a heck of a lot more if you’re not careful.” She wisely decides that any further comments are better left unsaid.

The last matter before the TVPC this afternoon is a punishment appeal. This is one of those situations when a girl comes before the TVPC and asks us to review her case in the hopes of getting her punishment reduced. Though a punishment appeal can happen with any aspect of a girl’s punishment – be it, punishment writing, detention, or anything else – It most often happens with a toilet suspension, though. And such is the basis of the appeal today.

Clarice is a tall but overly skinny senior and she’s spent much of her senior year on toilet suspension. She is currently serving a 4 month sentence of being without her toilet privileges on a 4th offense of smoking in the girls’ room. Being a senior, this toilet suspension takes Clarice all the way through to the end of her high school career. Reading through her file once again, makes me angry. She had been off the 6 week toilet suspension that she got for her 3rd smoking in the girls’ room offense for less than a week when she was caught smoking in the girls’ room yet again – A staggering 4th offense in this school year alone. Accordingly, she got the maximum sentence of 4 months on toilet suspension as a well as a 1,000 sentence writing assignment, a 5,000 word paper on the health risks of smoking, and an entire month in detention. Obviously, a 4th offense for smoking in the girls’ room is an egregious offense and Clarice was punished accordingly. As she appears before the TVPC afternoon, I note that her jeans are sopping wet – A consequence, no doubt, of her not being allowed to use the girls’ room today. Such indignity is a fact of life for a girl on toilet suspension at our school. “I usually wear a pull-up to protect my jeans,” the pale-looking brunette explains, referencing her wet pants, “But I ran out of them today – I used my last one yesterday.”

“I see that you’ve filed an appeal,” I address Clarice at the podium, “I understand that you want a reduction in your toilet suspension punishment.” “Yes sir,” she tells me respectfully, “Thank you for allowing me to present my appeal.” She begins her appeal case by telling us about her on time on toilet suspension so far. “You really socked it to me, sir,” she tells me, “I just couldn’t believe it when you told me 4 months on toilet suspension.” “I was expecting like 2 months and I was really dreading that,” she explains, “But when you said 4 months toilet suspension, it was about the worst thing I could ever imagine.” “And the lines and the essay and that whole month in detention weren’t a picnic, either,” she explains further, “I really got punished for that cigarette, that’s for sure.” “I’d say the severity of the punishment was well deserved, young lady,” I tell wet-jeans clad senior, “When you go on smoking in the girls’ room like you did, we have no choice but to take away your privileges to use the girls’ room.” “And the more times you do it, of course, the longer your toilet suspensions get,” I add.

“Yes sir, I admit that I deserved it,” she says, “I know that I have no one but myself to blame for being on toilet suspension now.” “I know I did the crime, sir,” she adds, “So now I’m doing the time with having to go in my pants.” “But what I’m trying to say, sir, is that I have learned my lesson,” Clarice continues, “Being on toilet suspension for the past 4 months and having to go in my pants like I’ve had to do, has really taught me about smoking in the girls’ room.” “It’s not just that I don’t smoke in the girls’ room in school anymore, it’s that I gave up smoking entirely,” she says, “And that paper that you made me write on the health risks of smoking also opened up my eyes.” “Smoking just isn’t worth it,” the pretty senior tells me, “And I don’t just mean going on toilet suspension and all,” she adds, “I mean it’s not worth it with getting cancer and stuff.” “But that’s not to say that smoking isn’t worth of because of going on toilet suspension, too,” she clarifies, “Smoking is definitely not worth going on toilet suspension for, either.” “I haven’t been to the girls’ room in school for almost 4 months now,” she reminds me, “And you can see what the results of that are.” With that last remark, she points to her sopping wet jeans. “Its just awful,” she says, “It’s just so awful going around school with wet pants for everyone to see.”

“Well, if that’s all you’ve had to do in your pants, you should consider yourself lucky,” I tell her, “It’s usually the bowel movements in their pants that make girls hate the toilet suspension as much as they do.” “I’ve done that plenty of times, too,” she tells me, looking very embarrassed, “Especially when I first got put on toilet suspension, I used to do that in my pants a lot.” “But then I kind of trained myself to do my bowel movements late in the afternoon when I got home from school,” she points out, “I can’t do much about having to wet my pants in school, but that way, at least I’ve managed to mostly avoid messing them, too.” “Yeah – Messing in my pants is definitely the worst – I can’t even begin to describe how it feels when you end up doing that,” she continues, “But wetting is pretty awful, too.” She tells us that she usually wears pull-ups to school to try to control the wetting and protect her jeans, but they don’t always work. “For some reason, I always seem to have to pee a lot at school,” she tells us, “Even when I do wear a pull-up, I usually end up overflowing it by the end of the day.” “I mean it helps some – It usually keeps my pants dry for most of the day,” she explains, “But I almost always eventually wind up with wet pants, anyway.” “It’s usually not as bad as this, though,” she tells us, again pointing to her sopping wet jeans, “This is what happens when I don’t wear a pull-up at all.” “That’s not to say that I don’t deserve it – I know that I do,” Clarice quickly points out again, “I’m just trying to tell you how bad it is to pee my pants everyday and that I’ve really learned my lesson from it.” “And like I said before, a few times I’ve gone #2 in my pull-up or in my panties,” she adds, “And that’s even worse than when I just wet.”

“So you’re telling me that you’ve learned your lesson?” I ask her, “And you’re telling me that you promise never to smoke in the girls’ room again?” “And you’re telling me that you’ve gone in your pants everyday and that you don’t want to be on toilet suspension anymore?” I continue, “And you’re appealing to get your toilet privileges back so you can start using the girls’ room in school again?”

“Well, not exactly, sir,” the contrite young lady suddenly tells me, much to my surprise and the surprise of the rest of the TVPC and just about everyone else in the committee room. “I mean, if I could appeal and get my toilet privileges back now, that would be great,” she clarifies, “I’d do just about anything if I could start using the girls’ room in school again.” “But I didn’t think I really had a chance appealing for that,” she explains, “I didn’t think that after getting caught smoking in the girls’ room 4 times, you’d even consider restoring my toilet privileges now.” She’s probably right about that, but it does make me wonder specifically what her appeal is actually about. “What I’m talking about is graduation, sir,” she then explains, “As I understand it, my toilet suspension does include graduation.” “Yes it does,” I tell her. “Your graduation is at the football stadium and that is school property,” I explain, “And, of course, the toilets there are school toilets.” “So obviously you may not use any toilets at your graduation.”

“That’s what I’m appealing about,” she then clarifies, “I was just hoping that I could get my toilet privileges back for graduation.” “Please sir – It’s just one afternoon,” Clarice pleads, “Please just let me use the toilet at the stadium that day for my graduation.” “I don’t want to wet my pants there – Not at my high school graduation,” she says, “And I just know that I’m going to have to go the other way that afternoon, too.” She reminds us of what she said before – How she gradually trained herself to mostly have bowel movements later in the afternoon after she’s gotten home from school. “That works really well for not having to go during school hours,” she continues, “But now I’m probably going to have to go during graduation and I really, REALLY don’t want to have to do that in my pants.” “Please sir – Please don’t make me mess in my panties at my high school graduation,” she pleads. “It’s just one afternoon,” she pleads some more, “I just want to be able to use the toilet that one time.” “Please sir – It’s my high school graduation!” she continues, “Please don’t make me get my high school diploma while I’m in wet pants and messy panties.” The sincerity of her pleas is quite evident. The thought of having to be on toilet suspension at graduation and possibly walk at graduation in wet pants or even worse, is enough to bring tears to her eyes. That’s pretty uncharacteristic for the usually tough-talking senior.

Clarice presents an interesting case for the TVPC to decide. If this were an appeal to reinstate her toilet privileges now for the rest of the school year, it would surely be denied. But just giving her back her toilet privileges for one day – The very special day of her high school graduation – Seems a lot more reasonable. And, after spending nearly 4 months on toilet suspension already, it certainly seems that Clarice has learned her lesson. I’m very impressed that she has quit smoking entirely. Still, it was her 4th offense of smoking in the girls’ room and being on toilet suspension for the rest of her high school career – Including graduation – Was a punishment that she so richly deserved. Her toilet record – Including once violating an earlier toilet suspension by having a bowel movement in the girls’ room – Does not call for leniency. Indeed, this is a very difficult matter to decide.

“What would you suggest as an alternative punishment?” I ask her, “What would you do in lieu of continuing on toilet suspension that graduation afternoon?” When girls are granted a reprieve from their toilet suspension punishment, we almost always require them to do an alternate punishment in its place. “I’ll serve more detention – I’ll do another writing assignment – I’ll do anything,” the desperate girl quickly offers, “Anything is better than spending graduation on toilet suspension – Anything is better than walking in front of everyone after going to the bathroom in my pants”

“Graduation is only about 2 hours long – Maybe 2 ½ hours considering when you have to report to the stadium,” Mrs. Crabtree, a member of the TVPC, points out to Clarice, “If you make sure to use the bathroom before you leave home, what makes you so sure you’re going to have to go a the graduation ceremony?” “I’m going to have to go – I know I’m going to have to go,” Clarice assures her, “And I know I’m going to have to go more than just pee, too.” “I just know it, Ma’am,” she tells Mrs. Crabtree, “Sometimes you just know you’re going to have to go.”

“Well, I’m certainly sympathetic to your situation,” I tell Clarice, “I understand why having your toilet privileges intact is important on Graduation Day.” “But a 4th time smoking in the girls’ room is a very serious offense,” I continue, “And you’re just going to have to fulfill your full toilet suspension for that.” “But I do have an alternative if you want to agree to it,” I offer to her, “I can give you a temporary reprieve of your toilet suspension for the purposes of graduation.” “The TVPC has summertime detention sessions that start just as soon as the school year ends,” I then explain, “That’s for girls who still owe detention time after the school year ends.” “We have these detention sessions from 8 AM to 1 PM each day,” I explain further, “And I’ll let you serve 2 of these days instead of being on toilet suspension during your graduation.”

She seems immediately happy to hear that, but I do have one caveat. “You will be on toilet suspension for both of these detentions, though,” I carefully explain, “I’m allowing you the reprieve you want, but only if you make it up with more time on toilet suspension. Not surprisingly, she’s a little less enthusiastic now. “That’s 2 days on toilet suspension that I have to serve instead of 1?” she asks, “And that’s like 10 hours of extra detention that I have to serve in school now?” “Take it or leave it,” I then tell her, in no uncertain terms, “If you want to use the toilet at graduation, this is what you’re going to have to do.” “These detentions are not even full school days,” I point out, “Hopefully, you won’t have to have a bowel movement when you’re here and perhaps you can even manage not to overflow your pull-up in only 5 hours.” With that suggestion, Clarice readily accepts the 2 days of TVPC summertime detention even with it being on toilet suspension. Accordingly, I pronounce her appeal granted and enter the terms and conditions into the official record

So concludes another session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee. Meeting adjourned at 4:17 PM.