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 February 19, 2014.

The first case before the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) this afternoon is an accusation of toilet clogging – Specifically, clogging the toilet with a big bowel movement and toilet paper. That’s a “Category #2” clogging, as faithful readers of the TVPC surely know. That clogged toilet was discovered early this morning by a custodian who was making a routine check of the girls’ room as she opened up the school. The clogged toilet was in the girls’ room near the gym and auditorium. That leads us to the conclusion that the toilet was clogged during play rehearsal last night. The subsequent TVPC investigation – Headed by the very lovely Miss Mars – Has charged Ellie, a tall slim junior in the school choir with clogging the toilet last night. Ellie has pleaded “Not Guilty” and vehemently denies her guilt. Furthermore, she’s not at all happy to be facing this charge.

“I didn’t clog the toilet – I just didn’t,” she says, matter-of-factly, “I’ve actually never clogged a toilet – At least not here at school.” “What makes you think it was me, anyway?” she turns and asks Miss Mars, “It’s not like I have a history of clogging toilets or anything like that.” “But you did have a bowel movement here at school last night, didn’t you?” Miss Mars asks her, “You did excuse yourself from play rehearsal for a few minutes and you went and did your business in that girls’ room didn’t you?” “Yes, I did do a bowel movement last night,” Ellie answers, a tinge of sarcasm in her voice, “I often do bowel movements in the toilet – In fact, I do that in a toilet pretty much every day.” “And then I wipe myself with toilet paper and flush the toilet,” she continues, sarcasm evident, “And then it all goes down the toilet like it’s supposed to.” I take a moment to admonish her. “There’s no reason to be sarcastic, young lady,” I tell her, “We’re only trying to find out who clogged the toilet last night.”

“Well, it wasn’t me!” Ellie argues vehemently, “I don’t have any idea who did it – I just know it wasn’t me.” “I did do a bowel movement last night like I said,” she continues, “But when I flushed, it all went down the toilet like it was supposed to.” “I didn’t clog the toilet – I just didn’t,” she repeats, a tinge of anger – Or at least frustration – evident in her voice. She pauses for a moment to catch her breath and maintain her temper. “Look, I’m involved in a lot of school activities and that means I’m at school a lot,” the pretty junior then tells us. “And that also means that I have to go #2 in the school bathrooms a lot,” she continues, “And as many times as I’ve done that, I’ve never clogged the toilet here – Not even once.” “I do have pretty big bowel movements sometimes and I did have a pretty big one last night,” she explains, “But every time when I flush it, it all just goes down like it’s supposed to.” “I’ve just never clogged the toilet before – at least not here at school,” she explains further, “And I didn’t clog it last night, either.” “Yes, I did have to go to the bathroom at play rehearsal last night and yes, it was #2,” she tells us, changing her tone in the process. “And then I went to the girls’ room and did it in the toilet like a big girl,” she continues, her sarcasm clearly evident once again, “And then I pulled that little handle and my bowel movement, my pee, and all my toilet paper went down the toilet like it was supposed to.”

Once again, of course, I have to warn her about her tone. “I’ve really had enough of that sarcasm,” I tell her, “And I’m not going to warn you again.” “Wouldn’t it be a shame if you were found innocent of clogging the toilet but still got detention and writing punishment for your attitude?” I ask her rhetorically. “I’m sorry, sir,” she then tells me, “It’s just that it’s frustrating to be accused of this when I didn’t do it,” she says, “I shouldn’t have to serve detention and write lines when I didn’t even clog the toilet.” “Well, no one is going to punish you if you didn’t do it,” I assure her, “Like I said before, we’re just trying to find out who did do it.”

“But I still don’t know why Miss Mars thinks it was me,” Ellie says, this time more frustrated than anything else, “You have my toilet record, sir – You know I’m not one to be clogging the toilet.” “Why don’t you charge one of the other girls that were there last night?” she turns and asks Miss Mars, “Ivy, Teddy, Trish, Leslie and Brianna – They were all there last night and I know they HAVE clogged toilets in school before.”

“Well, you can’t blame Teddy for this one,” chimes in Mrs. Duncan, a Music teacher who, as supervisor of the musical portion of the play, was there that night. Mrs. Duncan is also Teddy’s mom. “I can tell you for a fact, it couldn’t have been Teddy,” “Mrs. Duncan tells us, laughing, “It couldn’t have been her because she already clogged the toilet at home before we even got to school last night.” The comment draws a few giggles from the assembled crowd and, not surprisingly, a groan of embarrassment from poor Teddy. “MOM!” the pretty, good natured, senior beauty exclaims. “I’m sorry dear,” her mom then tells her, “I’m sorry but I just couldn’t resist.”

“O.K. – Then it wasn’t Teddy,” Ellie quickly chimes back in, “Back how about somebody else? – How about ANYBODY else?” “I mean, there were a lot of girls there that night,” Ellie argues, “What was I the only person to use the girls’ room last night?” She probably meant that last part facetiously, but the question actually proves interesting. “Actually, Ellie, you WERE the only one to use the girls’ room last night,” Miss Mars tells her, “At least the only one to use it for a bowel movement.” “We talked to all the girls who were at play rehearsal,” Miss Mars then explains, “A few girls admitted to urinating in there last night but Ellie was the only girl who said she did a bowel movement.” That revelation brings a stunned silence to the committee room, including myself. I had previously been inclined to believe the girl’s story and find her “Not Guilty” but now I’m not so sure.
But then suddenly there is a new voice in this matter. “Sir – Excuse me, sir,” comes a voice from the back of the room. That voice (and the raised hand that comes with it) belongs to Krista, a pretty junior brunette who is with us today writing sentences – “I will not soil my panties in school again” – on the blackboard in the back of the room. That’s her punishment not only for soiling her panties but also lying about it. “The thing is, sir, I don’t really know who clogged the toilet,” Krista then tells me, “But I’m just saying that it might not have been Ellie.” Of course, I just look at the petite and pretty brunette puzzled. I mean, what kind of explanation is that. “The thing is, sir, that I don’t think Ellie was the only girl to do #2 in the girls’ room there last night,” Krista then clarifies, “In fact, I’m sure she wasn’t the only one to do that.” “I mean, I didn’t have to go #2 myself last night, but I did have to go pee,” she explains, “And while I was in there, the girls’ basketball team was just getting back from their game last night.” Krista goes on to explain further that while she was washing her hands, a few girls from the cheerleading squad came running in there. “It was Carrie-Anne and Hayden and another girl I didn’t know,” she says, “And Miss Musso was there, too.” Miss Musso, of course, is the very sexy but toilet troubled Cheerleading Coach. “Man, they were in a hurry to get to the toilet,” Krista then explains, “And I could tell by the way they were walking with their butts clenched that it wasn’t just peeing that they were desperate to do.” “Especially with Carrie-Anne and Miss Musso,” Krista adds, “Man, it looked like they had to go #2 something fierce.” “Like I said, I don’t know if any of them clogged the toilet,” she repeats, “I’m just saying that Ellie wasn’t the only one doing that kind of thing in the girls’ room last night.”

Mrs. Crabtree, a member of the TVPC, then suggests that we get those cheerleaders and Coach Musso before the TVPC immediately. “They should all be downstairs at cheerleading practice,” she points out. Of course, I send a messenger to get them.

In the meantime, I turn my attention back to Ellie. With this revelation, I’m once again inclined to believe that she didn’t clog the toilet. I mean, even if all of the cheerleaders claim they didn’t do it, it’s still no reason to believe that Ellie did. “Ellie, I’m inclined to believe your story and find you ‘Not Guilty,’” I tell her, “But first I want to make sure you understand something.” “Clogging the toilet as you did isn’t a serious offense,” I explain, “Your punishment for it wouldn’t be very bad at all.” “But lying to the TVPC is another matter entirely,” I warn her, “That would probably mean writing 500 sentences and of a very long sentence at that.” “My point is that if you did clog the toilet, it would best to just admit it now and take your punishment for that,” I explain further, “You’d probably get an hour or 2 of detention and no more than 200 sentences to write.” “Because if we find out later that you really did do it, your punishment is going to be a whole lot worse,” I further warn her, “You’d, of course, get punished for lying in addition to the punishment for clogging the toilet.” But Ellie remains adamant. “I didn’t do it, sir,” she says, “I just didn’t clog the toilet last night or any other time in school.” With that, I find her “Not Guilty” and she is dismissed.

With perfect timing, I then welcome Coach Musso and 3 of her cheerleaders to the TVPC meeting. With our sexy, spandex-clad Cheerleading Coach are Carrie-Anne and Hayden (as Krista said) as well as Tatianna – apparently, the one girl that Krista didn’t know. Getting right to the point, I asked them about the clogged the toilet. “We have it on good authority that all of you used the girls’ room by the gym and auditorium last night,” I tell them, “And we have it on good authority you all did bowel movements in there.” All 4 of them nod their head “yes.” “If I understand this correctly, all of you must have been holding in those bowel movements for a good long time at the game,” I also tell them, “Because you were all in quite a hurry to get to the girls’ room once you got back here.” I also remind them that I know last night’s game was at Schooner Bay HS – Only about a 10 minute bus trip from here. “So no one better tell me that the urgent need to go only happened on the bus ride home,” I warn them. “It’s more than obvious that you were all already holding it in at the game,” I point out, “And that’s no doubt because you didn’t like the condition of the bathroom facilities there.”

Coach Musso then starts to explain about the bathroom conditions last night, but I immediately stop her. “I don’t want to hear it, Grace,” I yell at her. “We’ve been through this more than enough times before,” I remind her, “You know very well that you don’t always get ideal bathroom facilities at games but sometimes you need to use them anyway.” “There’s no excuse for any of you to be holding it in like that at a game,” I tell Coach Musso and the 3 girls, “That’s how you end up having accidents in your pants.” “But none of us did have an accident,” Coach Musso quickly points out. “I checked all of their panties closely for accidents and none of them had one,” she says, “And I didn’t have an accident, either.” “And I checked Miss Musso, too,” points out Hayden, the Assistant Cheerleading Captain, “I can confirm that Coach Musso’s panties were clean just like the rest of us.” “Well, thank goodness for that,” I tell them all, “It would seem that you’re all pretty lucky in that regard. As much as the girls’ toilet behavior annoys me, there is no TVPC rule against their holding it in, so all I can do is move on.

Getting back to the clogged toilet, I ask if any of them would like to confess to doing it. My question applies to Coach Musso as well as the 3 cheerleaders. Though teachers and coaches aren’t normally subject to TVPC rules and TVPC punishments, Coach Musso is a special case. Because of her past toileting issues, including many at games while serving as Cheerleading Coach, she had to agree to be subject to TVPC rules as well as other special conditions in order to remain as cheerleading coach.

But neither Coach Musso nor either of her 3 girls will step up and confess to clogging the toilet. “This is your last chance, ladies,” I sternly warn them, “Clogging the toilet like this isn’t really a serious offense, especially if you come forward now and admit to doing it.” “But the longer it takes us to find the guilty party, the worse your punishment is going to be,” I further warn them, “So now is your last chance to make it easy on yourself.”

It is then that Carrie-Anne, a cute senior with glasses raises her hand. “I did it, sir,” she says, “I’m the one who clogged the toilet last night.” “I really didn’t mean to do it, sir,” she continues, “It just kind of happened.” “I just sat down to use the toilet like I always do,” she explains, “And my – um, um, you know my um stuff – was just too big to go down the toilet.” “I just don’t know what happened last night,” she explains further, “I can’t even remember the last time I clogged the toilet like that.” “I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear,” she adds. Actually the last time she clogged the toilet – At least in school – Was last year. But that’s not really important now.

“Well, no one is saying that you did it on purpose, Carrie-Anne,” I tell the senior cutie, “I understand that girls just have really big bowel movements sometimes and sometimes they’re even too big for the toilet.” “I understand that these kinds of things just happen sometimes,” I tell her, “But I have to think that holding it in like you did at the game didn’t help matters any.” “When you hold it in your bowel movement only gets bigger and a lot harder,” I explain. “Maybe if you had gone at the game like you were supposed to, this wouldn’t have happened,” I explain further, “At least if your bowel movement would have been softer, it might have been easier to flush down the toilet.” But Carrie-Anne says that she doubts that and a softer bowel movement would only have meant more toilet paper being used.” “That might have made it even worse,” she says, “And wouldn’t that have been a toilet violation while representing the school?” Toilet violations while representing the school are, of course, more serious.

But I regret to inform Carrie-Anne that hers was also a toilet violation while representing the school. “You are representing the school until you leave school grounds after you get back from the game,” I tell her, “So assuming you headed directly to the girls’ room when you got off the bus that still applies.” Carrie-Anne suddenly looks worried to be facing the additional punishment for a toilet violation while representing the school, but I calm her down. “You still didn’t do it on purpose, so it’s still not a serious offense,” I point out, “You will have to get the extra punishment for doing it while representing the school, but still it won’t be that bad.” “But I do also have to consider that you didn’t tell Miss Musso when it happened,” I point out further, “That clog in the toilet sat there all night and it wasn’t a pretty sight for the custodian to find this morning.” Carrie-Anne apologizes for that but also points out she did eventually admit to it when pressed. “Yes you did and I’ll consider that as well,” I assure her.

This is a Category #2 clog (it included toilet paper as well as that big bowel movement), which makes it a bit more serious than clogging with the bowel movement alone. And Carrie Anne’s got a previous offense for Leaving Class Without Permission to Use the Bathroom and 2 more for Panty-Soiling at cheerleading practice. For punishment, she’ll have to serve 3 days detention and write, “I will not clog the toilet in the girls’ room at school – Especially while representing the school as a cheerleader” 250 times. She clearly doesn’t like how long that sentence is, but she seems generally satisfied it wasn’t worse than 250 times.

But as Coach Musso and her girls turn to leave, I stop them. I have one more matter to deal with. “Not so fast, Grace,” I tell our sexy, spandex-clad Cheerleading Coach, “I’m not done with you.” With that, Coach Musso returns to the podium but looks at me puzzled. “You’ve admitted to holding it in at the game,” I remind Coach Musso, “Do you have anything to say for yourself about that?” “Yes, sir, but I didn’t have an accident,” she answers, “Like we were talking about, I used the girls’ room with some of my girls once we got back to our school.” “But that wasn’t my question, Grace,” I remind her, “My question was about your holding it in at the game.” “It’s all well and good that you didn’t have an accident,” I continue, “Trust me, you don’t even want to think about the punishment you’d have gotten if you had had an accident.” “But we both know that you’re always required to use the toilet at games when you need to,” I explain, “We both know you’re not allowed to be holding it in at games like that.”

“But sir!” Grace intones, as she once again tries to explain about not having an accident. But I, of course, stop her – This time with a tinge of anger in my voice. “That’s enough, Miss Musso,” I tell her angrily, “I don’t want to hear any more about you not having an accident.” “We both know that simply not having an accident just isn’t good enough anymore,” I remind her, “We both know what the rules are for you now.” “While it may be permissible for your girls to hold it in at a game, you know we have special rules for you,” I remind her further, “And you agreed to be governed by these rules when you were rehired as Cheerleading Coach.” “You know you’re not allowed to be holding it in at a game at all,” I explain, “You know that you are required to use the girls’ room immediately when you need to.”

Miss Musso, now fighting back tears, looks like she wants to try to explain herself further, but she realizes that it would be pointless. Obviously, she’s in violation and she knows it. With her head bowed in shame, our very sexy cheerleading coach pleads “Guilty” to “Violating Her Special Toilet Rules.”

Expressing my disappointment in her, I then sentence her to write, “I will not unnecessarily hold in my bowel movements at basketball games again or any other time while representing the school as Cheerleading Coach” 500 times. “That’s a long sentence, sir,” she tells me, glumly, “It’ll take forever to write that 500 times. “Good!” I tell her sternly, “And while you’re writing it, I hope you’ll think about what you did.” “I hope you’ll think about how you could have avoided all that had you just gone to the girls’ room when you needed to,” I explain, “A few minutes on the toilet there could have saved you many hours of tedious writing later.” I also sentence her to spend her free period for the next 2 weeks sitting on the toilet.” “You’ll sit your time in the girls’ locker room,” I further stipulate, “And you’ll sit in the stall without a door on it.” Grace lets out an audible groan at hearing that. It’s not exactly dignifying for a teacher and coach to be doing toilet sitting punishment in the girls’ locker room where her girls can see her. “I’m sorry, Grace,” I tell her, “But you brought this on yourself.” “I’m very disappointed with you,” I explain further, “I really thought we had put all these toileting issues behind you.”

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

Our next case is not actually a panty-soiling case but that’s not to say that it doesn’t involved panty soiling at all. Sari, a cute, little freshman blonde, did not soil her panties today – in fact, I understand that she nearly clogged a toilet in the Main Corridor girls’ room with the bowel movement (and quite a bit of toilet paper) she did in there today. But she did soil her panties a week ago and it is that case, at least indirectly, that has her back before the TVPC again today.

When Sari soiled her panties last week (she was holding it in during gym class because she didn’t want to use the toilets in the girls’ locker room), it was her second such offense of this school year. As such, her punishment was 2 days detention and a 200 time writing assignment. But Sari made the serious (and quite foolish) mistake of trying to lie her way out of being punished at all. Of course, that only made things worse and in addition to her punishment for the panty soiling itself, the freshman cutie also found herself sentenced to write, “I will not lie to the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee again” 500 times.

Sari handed in the 200 times panty-soiling punishment the very next day and she promptly served her 2 days in detention as assigned. But now, 1 week later, she has yet to hand in those 500 sentences for lying about it. As fans of the TVPC surely know, writing assignments are due in 1 week or the unfinished portion of the punishment gets doubled. The petite blonde is now being called before the TVPC to be given one last chance to hand in her punishment before the assignment gets doubled. As she appears at the podium, she promptly shows me a thick packet of paper, which she is then directed to hand to the TVPC clerk. “I finally got it done last night, sir” Sari tells me, “500 times.”

“I suspect that it was quite a chore to write that sentence 500 times,” I tell her, “It must have taken you a while to finish it.” “Yes sir – It was a long sentence and it was 500 times,” she adds, “That took a lot longer than I thought it would – A lot longer than the 200 times took.” “If you just hadn’t lied about messing in your panties last week, you wouldn’t have had to write that,” I point out, “If you had just admitted to your accident, your punishment would have been over and done with at 200 times.” “I don’t suppose the 200 times was fun to do,” I tell her, “But I’m sure getting 500 times on top of that made it a whole lot worse.” “Yes sir,” Sari promptly answers, “That really did make it a whole lot worse.” “I hope you understand now how foolish it was to try to lie your way out of a punishment,” I explain, “Did you really think that we weren’t going to check your panties to see if you’d had an accident in them?”

“I guess I just didn’t think of that,” she explains, “I guess I just didn’t want to admit that I messed in my panties again.” The articulate honor student then points out that it’s kind of ironic that the punishment for lying about the mess was a lot worse than the punishment for the mess itself. “I hope you learned your lesson from that,” I tell her. She nods her head “yes”. “Let’s hope you can avoid having any more accidents,” I point out, “But if you do, lets make sure that you don’t make it worse on yourself by lying about it.” “And actually, your next lie to the TVPC could be worth 1,000 times,” I warn her. She’s a smart girl and I think she gets the message.

Moving on to panty-soiling cases from today, I first deal with Milena a pretty, blonde-haired senior. She is charged with messing in her panties in Science class earlier this afternoon. Miss Robinson, her young and lovely Science teacher is here to present this case. “There really isn’t much to say,” Miss Robinson tells us, “Milena just messed in her panties in my class this afternoon.” “It was lab day and they were all doing experiments at their lab tables,” she says, “And I was circulating around the room to see how they each were doing.” “When I go to Milena’s and her lab partner’s table, there was an unmistakable smell in the area,” she continues, “And when I questioned Milena, she admitted that she had soiled her panties a little bit.” “Actually, it smelled like more than a little bit,” Miss Robinson points out, “But I let I go at that.”

“It really was only a little bit, sir,” Milena chimes in. “I only did a little bit in my panties,” she says, “I did do most of it in the toilet after class.” “You’re supposed to do ALL of it in the toilet,” I tell her, “Girls in high school shouldn’t be doing any of it in their panties at all.” “Yes sir – I know,” she answers, “I’m sorry I went in my panties at all.” “I just want to say that I did do most of it in the toilet like I’m supposed to,” she continues, “I just waited a little too long in getting to the girls’ room and a little came out in my panties before.” “I’m not saying it as an excuse – I know it’s my fault that I went in my panties at all,” the well-spoken senior beauty goes on, “I’m just saying that I hope you can take it into consideration that my mess wasn’t too big when you consider my punishment.”

“O.K., Milena,” I tell her, “I will take that into consideration.” “But I’ll also have to consider that this is already your 4th panty-soiling this year,” I point out, “And you’ve got 2 other toilet violations for being late to class for bathroom purposes.” “It’s one thing to acknowledge that it’s your own fault for waiting too long to go to the girls’ room,” I lecture her, “But I think you mostly need to just stop waiting too long to get to the girls’ room when you need to.” She goes on to explain that she was waiting until after class and was going to go to the girls’ room then. “I only have lunch period after Science,” she explains, “So I could go sit on the toilet and take my time to go.” “And I can sit there and wait until the girls’ room clears out when the bell rings and the next period starts,” she explains further, “And then the girls’ room will be pretty much empty and I can have my privacy to do what I need to do.” “When I just have to pee, I don’t mind it so much if the girls’ room is crowded,” she clarifies, “It’s just when I have to do the other thing that I like to wait and go when nobody else is in there.”

“Well, that’s not a bad plan if it works for you,” I explain sympathetically, “But obviously you can’t always wait long enough to do that.” “When you gotta go – You gotta go – Sometimes you just can’t wait,” I point out, “And next time you’d better go when you need to or your punishment is going to be a lot worse.” She nods her head in agreement – Obviously, she understands my warning. But I’m not sure what with her need for that much privacy to do her bowel movements, she isn’t going to get herself in the same trouble again.

As I noted, this is her 4th panty-soiling of the school year and one of her prior ones was while representing the school at the Holiday Christmas program. That accident we dealt with at our December 18th TVPC meeting. Accordingly, I first sentence her to write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 500 times. “And I’m afraid that’s also going to be a week of detention sitting on the toilet,” I then tell her and note for the record, “That will, of course, be in the Science Wing girls’ room.” Though the rules don’t actually require it, I customarily require girls to do their toilet sitting punishments in the girls’ room they should have used to avoid the accident in the first place.”

Milena looks at me, disappointed in the severity of her punishment. “Yes, I did consider that the panty-soiling wasn’t that big,” I assure her, “But I also had to consider that one of your priors was while representing the school.” “That was particularly shameful what you did at the holiday show that night,” I remind her, “That was outright disgraceful for a senior with lots of experience in band shows doing that.” “If not for your mess being a particularly light one, your punishment would have been a lot worse than that,” I point out to the bespectacled blonde beauty, “If not 1,000 times instead of 500 times, you’d at least be writing some of them on the blackboard in detention.” “Yes sir, -- I guess I understand,” she says. “Good,” I then tell her, “Because next time your punishment will be a lot more severe and that goes for even if the mess isn’t a particularly severe one.” “You need to do ALL of your bowel movement in the toilet, not just MOST of it,” I remind her again, “You’re a senior in high school now and you obviously shouldn’t be doing ANY of it in your panties.” “Maybe that’s something you can think about while you’re sitting your detention time on the toilet,” I suggest. “Yes sir,” she tells me, “I will think about that and I will be more careful from now on.”

Already doing time toilet sitting in detention for her frequent panty-soiling accidents is Christine, a pretty, light-haired brunette. She should be doing toilet sitting punishment now – She got a 2 week sentence of sitting on the toilet in detention for a mess in her panties 7 days ago – But for some reason she’s being brought to the TVPC committee room instead. During our last case I noticed that Mrs. Johns, our ace bathroom came into the committee room bringing Christine with her. Mrs. Johns has requested to address the TVPC and, of course, is granted permission to do so. As I notice Christine walking to the podium with her legs spread wide apart, I know exactly what this case is about. I guess with her record of previous accidents, I pretty much knew already, but seeing Christine walk like that pretty much confirms it.

“Again, Christine?” I tell her, a disappointed tone in my voice, “You messed in your panties again?” “Yes sir,” she answers ashamedly, “I’m sorry, sir.” “There’s no point in apologizing to me, young lady,” I tell her, “You’re the one who’s going to suffer the consequences not me.” With 5 previous soiling accidents – 3 of them doubleheaders – As well as several other toilet violations – Christine is really having her toilet problems. “I understand you want to be on television someday,” I lecture her, “If that’s going to happen, you really need to get your act together when it comes to going to the bathroom.” “When it comes to having accidents,” I explain, “Well, you CAN’T DO THAT ON TELEVISION.” I see a lot of girls who just seem to be naturally shy and that shyness often carries over to not wanting to have their bowel movements in the school girls’ rooms. But Christine, on the other hand, has a very outgoing personality (like I noted, she aspires to be on television), but somehow is still quite shy when it comes to her bathroom functions. But when I ask her about this all she can say is “I Don’t Know.” Immediately upon saying that, she cringes and seems to jump away from the podium – Like she expects something to be dumped on her from the ceiling. What that’s about I don’t know and quite frankly, I don’t care.

But I do care not only about the mess in her panties but how she came to be standing here facing the TVPC when she should be doing toilet sitting punishment instead. Before I can even ask, though, Mrs. Johns answers that question. “I actually caught her sitting on the toilet with a mess in her panties,” our ace hall monitor points out, “I went in there to check on the girls doing toilet sitting detention and Christine was in there toilet sitting as she was supposed to do.” “But when I went to look into her stall, she immediately bent over like she was trying to hide something,” Mrs. Johns continues, “And when I looked closer it was pretty clear what she was trying to hide.” “She had her panties pulled pretty high up her thighs and her jeans were right there trying to hide her panties,” she explains, “And she was bent over trying to cover her panties with her both her body and her hands.” “Obviously she was doing all that because her panties were soiled and she didn’t want me to see them,” Mrs. Johns explains further, “Her panties were soiled pretty badly.”

“That’s a violation of toilet sitting punishment, too,” I tell them both. “When a girl is doing toilet sitting punishment her panties have to be at or below the knees and have to be visible to others in the girls’ room,” I point out, “And her pants have to be pulled down far enough so that her panties are visible. “Obviously, you’re not allowed to cover up what’s in your panties,” I tell Christine. With that I have the TVPC clerk draw up another violation report on Christine – This one for Violation of Toilet Sitting punishment. “You’ll do 2 more days on toilet sitting punishment,” I then inform Christine and note for the record, “And you’ll write a 1,000 word essay explaining the rules of toilet sitting punishment.

But obviously that is the least of Christine’s problems at this point. The more serious matter is her soiled panties and that it’s her 6th such offense this school year. “You were caught with messy panties while sitting on the toilet,” I lecture Christine, “How shameful is that?” “It didn’t actually happen on the toilet in detention,” Christine explains, “It happened in Math class the period before.” “But I didn’t get caught right away,” she explains further, “I didn’t get caught until Mrs. Johns came in to check on me on the toilet.” Upon questioning from me, the toilet troubled sophomore admits that she had been holding it in for several periods before disaster finally struck in her 8th period Geometry class. Ironically, I’m thinking that if she had just been able to hold it in a little while longer, she’d have been sitting on the toilet when she lost control of holding it in. I suppose that’s one way for a girl to avoid messing in her panties. But the real question, of course, is why she was holding it in so long instead of just going to the girls’ room and taking care of her business like she’s supposed to do. “I don’t know,” she tells me, and once again, jumps out of the way as if she thinks something is about to fall on her. “I just don’t like to go poops in school, I guess,” she says, “I’d just rather hold it in and go at home if I can.” “The girls’ rooms here are kind of gross, you know,” she adds.

“The only thing that’s gross is going in your pants,” Mrs. Johns lectures her, “There’s certainly nothing gross about using the toilet like you’re supposed to.” “This is Panty-Soiling #6 for Christine,” Mrs. Johns reminds me, “If Christine won’t do her bowel movement in the toilet on her own, I think we need to ensure it gets where it’s supposed to go anyway.” Christine just looks at us puzzled, but I know of what Mrs. Johns speaks and her point is well-taken. “These accidents have simply got to stop, Christine,” I tell the teary-eyed sophomore beauty, “Don’t you think it’s about time you learned to have your bowel movements in the school girls’ rooms like you’re supposed to.” Christine is apologetic as usual and promised to do better next time, but I’ve heard that before. “I’m simply tired of your excuses, young lady,” I tell her angrily, “Obviously, your bowel movements belong in the toilet and not in your pants.” “I’m afraid that doing it in your panties in school and then later cleaning it up at home is not going to cut it anymore,” I then inform her and note for the record, “Starting today, you’ll be cleaning up your accidents right here in school.” “When a girl has to clean up her accident in school, she learns 2 different ways that her bowel movements can get into the toilet,” I lecture Christine. “A girl can just go to the girls’ room when she needs to and do the bowel movement into the toilet directly,” I point out, “Or a girl can go in her panties and then clean it out into the toilet later as part of her punishment.” “Either way, your bowel movement is going to go into the toilet in school,” I tell Christine sternly. “It’s just that you can do it the easy way or you can do it the hard way,” I tell the panty-soiled young beauty, “That choice is completely up to you.” In the future hopefully you’ll make a better choice than the choice you made this time,” I inform her.

In the meantime, I ask Mrs. Johns if she’d be so kind as to escort Christine down the hall to the girls’ room. The point, of course, is to supervise Christine as she cleans up her mess in there. When Mrs. Johns accepts, Christine is so sentenced. “You have to dunk your panties in the toilet to get the worst of the mess out,” I explain the punishment to her, “And then you have to scrub the panties clean in the sink.” “And I suggest you do a really good job of scrubbing your panties clean in the sink,” I tell her, “Because part of your punishment is that you have to wear those panties to school tomorrow.” “And when you’re done cleaning your panties, you have to clean yourself,” I explain. “And you have to clean yourself with toilet paper only,” I point out, “You don’t get to use a washcloth or anything like that.” It’s a pretty unpleasant punishment to be sure.

Not surprisingly, Christine begs me to reconsider. She surely realizes now – albeit, a little too late – That having to clean up her mess in school is certainly going to be worse than the dread she feels at having to have a bowel movement in school the regular way. But I resist her crying and pleading and remain firm in sentencing her. “This is your 6th time, young lady,” I remind her, “That’s quite a shameful record for a girl your age.” “As Mrs. Johns said, it’s about time your bowel movements wind up where they belong,” I point out, “And, as I said, in the future you can do them there by yourself the easy way, or you can do them there as punishment the hard way.” She also gets 2 more weeks of toilet sitting in detention and she’ll have to write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 1,000 times. “Another 1,000 times?” Christine asks, through her tears – referencing, of course, how she had to write 1,000 times for her last such accident, “Don’t I get a break on that because I have to do a clean-up, too.” I just give her a look. “Be glad you’re not getting MORE than 1,000 times,” I tell her, “I’d think you’d know by now how the punishment gets worse the more times you mess in your panties.”

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

For our next case, we have a pretty blonde-haired sophomore named Emma. Faithful readers of the TVPC should remember this spoiled rich girl from her many toilet troubles last year. That included numerous panty-soiling accidents and even a foolish plan to hide one of those accidents by blaming it on her nanny JESSIE. This year, Emma seems to be trying to do better, but she’s still having some problems. So far this year, she’s got a panty-soiling violation and violations for Using a Faculty Bathroom, Cutting Class to go Home to Use the Bathroom and for Wasting Toilet Paper – The violation for Wasting Toilet Paper was dealt with at our September 17th TVPC session.

As I read the Violation Report in this case, however, I must say that I’m more than a little confused. On Emma’s Violation Report – Filled out by Miss Callahan, it refers to both “Wasting Toilet Paper” and “Using Too Much Toilet Paper.” “Which is it, Miss Callahan?” I ask the pretty, young Art teacher, “They are not the same thing, you know.” “The violation for ‘Wasting Toilet Paper’ is the more serious offense,” I explain to Miss Callahan, “That means that the girl used toilet paper for something other than to wipe herself with.” “On the other hand, ‘Using Too Much Toilet Paper’ means that a girl did use it for wiping herself, but simply used more than was necessary.” That last one doesn’t happen very much because as long as a girl is using it to wipe herself, our monitors usually give her a lot of leeway to decide specifically how much toilet paper she needs to use.

The rules and definitions established, I then ask the young and pretty teacher, to which violation should Emma be properly charged. “I want to charge her with BOTH,” she then tells me, “I want to charge Emma with ‘Wasting Toilet Paper’ AND ‘Using Too Much Toilet Paper.’” We all look at her puzzled and I, of course, ask her to explain. “Emma was using the toilet in the Science Wing girls’ room 6th period this afternoon,” Miss Callahan reports, “And she was having a bowel movement in addition to urinating.” “The first thing was that Emma lined the seat with toilet paper,” she continues, “And I don’t mean just a little bit, either.” “No way was it just the one strip of paper on each side kind of thing,” she explains, “She was sitting on this huge mound of toilet paper on each side and plenty more across the back of the toilet seat as well.” “You wouldn’t believe how much toilet paper she piled up on the seat, Mr. Chairman,” she tells me.

“Actually, I do believe it,” I tell Miss Callahan, “We’ve been down this road with Emma before.” This was exactly what Emma was punished for at our September 17th TVPC session. “You were punished for this before, Emma,” I tell the pretty blonde, “You were told specifically what you could do and what you couldn’t do about lining the seat with toilet paper.” “Obviously, you know you can’t put down a mountain of toilet paper like that,” I remind her, “Obviously, you know you can’t waste toilet paper like that.”

Emma nods her head that she understands but she’s still got a problem with that. “Please sir – I need all that toilet paper,” she tells me, fighting back tears, “I need that toilet paper for protection if I’m going to be sitting down on those seats.” “When I only have to pee, I can just squat and go that way,” Emma explains, “But I gotta sit down when I have to do you know what.” “Please sir – I don’t want to mess in my panties anymore,” she tells me, as the tears begin to flow, “That’s so disgusting and I’m tired of getting punished for that all the time.” “I just need to put toilet paper down so I can sit on the seats and go in the toilet,” the prissy blonde beauty explains, “But I just can’t sit down on those seats unprotected – I just can’t.”

I certainly sympathize with the poor girl’s plight – Especially that she doesn’t want to repeat all those accidents she had her freshman year – But she’s obviously overdramatizing this.” “I never told you that you couldn’t put toilet paper down at all,” I remind Emma, “No one is telling you that you have to sit down with no protection at all.” “You know what I told you what you can do about lining the seat,” I explain, “You just can’t put down a mountain of toilet paper like you want – That’s just being wasteful.” “Yes sir – I know we’re allowed to put down one strip on each side and across the back,” Emma acknowledges. “But that’s just not enough, sir,” she tells me, “It just isn’t enough protection to sit down on the seat.” Actually, it’s not quite a rule that they are even allowed to put that much down. Technically, TVPC rules forbid any toilet paper from being put down on the toilet seats at all – Any toilet paper not used for wiping is considered “Wasting Toilet Paper” under the rules. It’s just that our bathroom monitors use a little discretion and usually let it go as long as the girl adheres to the “one-strip principle.” But obviously, we can’t let a girl just pile it up on the toilet seat and this being Emma’s 2nd offense on this charge, a stern punishment is necessary.

But before getting to that, we’ll deal with Emma’s other charge – That is, “Using Too Much Toilet Paper.” This charge, she vehemently denies. “I wiped myself,” Emma tells us, “I did my business in the toilet like I’m supposed to do and then I wiped myself like I’m supposed to do.” “I didn’t only pee, I did the other thing, too, you know,” she points out, a tinge of sarcasm in her voice. Miss Callahan just gives the girl a stern look. “O.K. – I did use a lot of toilet paper,” Emma admits, “I guess I always use quite a bit when I go #2.” “I guess it’s just the way I am,” she says, “I really like to make sure I’m clean back there.” “I really don’t like getting skidmarks on my panties,” she also tells us, “I just hate it when that happens.” Actually, I find that a peculiar statement coming from a girl that has had as many accident as she’s had. I mean, it does seem strange that a girl this diligent about avoiding skidmarks in her panties wouldn’t do everything possible to avoid having an outright mess in those panties. But that’s not a matter for the TVPC at this time. Instead, I ask Miss Callahan for more details about Emma’s toilet paper usage.

“It was clearly excessive, Mr. Chairman,” Miss Callahan tells me, “There was no way she needed all the toilet paper that she used.” Emma counters that hers was a big bowel movement and that she just wanted to wipe herself clean – Again mentioning her aversion to skidmarks in her panties. But the pretty Art teacher remains unconvinced. “Yes it was quite a big bowel movement – I’m certainly glad, for her sake, that she did this one in the toilet instead of her pants,” Miss Callahan acknowledges, “But it certainly wasn’t a particularly messy one.” “It was all just one piece,” Miss Callahan explains, “It was a big piece to be sure, but the whole bowel movement all came out in one piece.” “It was just one big solid piece,” she emphasizes, “It wasn’t one to leave her very messy back there at all.” “This should have been a very easy one to wipe, Mr. Chairman,” she tells me, but addressing the comments more to Emma, “There was no reason for Emma to be using anywhere near the amount of toilet paper that she did.” Emma tries to mount a defense to that but she really has no answer. “Fortunately, she didn’t clog the toilet,” Miss Callahan points out, “Fortunately she had the good sense to flush all that toilet paper a little at a time.” “But it shouldn’t take 4 toilet flushes to handle 1 bowel movement,” Miss Callahan argues, referencing the disposal of both the toilet paper she used to line the seat and that which she used to wipe herself, “A good bowel movement should take 2 toilet flushes at most.”

“Miss Callahan is quite right, young lady,” I tell her, “Your toilet paper usage was clearly excessive and I’ll have to find you guilty on this charge as well.” “Fortunately for you, this isn’t as serious as your wasting toilet paper,” I also tell her. Her punishment for “Using Too Much Toilet Paper” is merely an hour of detention and having to write “I will not use too much toilet paper again” 100 times. Her punishment for the other, however, is going to be a lot worse – Especially since it’s her 2nd offense.

Miss Callahan has her own idea of how to punish Emma for this. “Perhaps Emma could be enlisted for some bathroom cleaning punishment,” the Art teacher suggests, “Since she thinks our toilet seats aren’t clean enough to sit on, perhaps she’d like to stay after school and clean them.” It’s an interesting argument but since Emma didn’t actually mess up the bathroom, there’s really no reason to sentence her to that. “Be happy that all that toilet paper didn’t clog the toilet,” I tell Emma, “Because if that had happened, you would indeed be cleaning bathrooms after school.” “But for now, you’ll merely have regular detention – A full week of it,” I tell her and note for the record, “And you’ll have to write “I will not waste toilet paper in the girls’ room again” 500 times.”

But given the sheer quantity of toilet paper that Emma wasted, there’s one more thing. “For the next 2 weeks, you’ll not use any school toilet paper,” I tell her and note for the record. At first, she looks at me not only shocked but absolutely horrified. Apparently, she thinks this worse than it actually is. “The punishment is NOT that you can’t use toilet paper at all, Emma,” I clarify, “The punishment is merely that you can’t use SCHOOL toilet paper.” “You are more than welcome to bring your own toilet paper from home,” I tell her, “That’s what you’ll have to do if you want to wipe yourself at school.” Emma is relieved to hear that – Obviously, she’s not going to like carrying toilet paper around with her but it’s better than not being allowed to wipe at all.

For our next case, I call Olive, a sophomore blonde with a near genius IQ. This is the 2nd time in the past 3 days that the cute but almost hyperactive honor student is before the TVPC. I’m pleased to note, however, that this time her pants appear to be both clean and dry. That’s a far cry from how she appeared last time. Two days ago, Olive was pleading “Guilty” to a doubleheader accident – Having soiled herself during lunch 6th period and wetting herself right here at the committee meeting as she waited her turn before the TVPC. But, as I noted, the situation is quite different today.

Olive’s punishment for that – 500 times of “I will not wet and soil my panties in school again” – isn’t due today, but apparently she does have it finished. “As long as it’s done, you might as well hand it in now,” I tell the sophomore cutie, “You can hand it to the TVPC clerk if you like.” Looking it over, our TVPC clerk notes that it appears to be complete and in good order. “It’s all here, Mr. Chairman,” he says – Noting that it’s written quite neatly on the front and back of 20 sheets of paper – each sentence taking 2 lines on the paper. The other part of Olive’s punishment for that – A week of toilet sitting detention in the girls’ room across from the cafeteria – She’ll get back to when she’s done here.

Back what brings Olive back to the TVPC today is another matter relative to her accident of 2 days ago. As noted, Olive had her accident – At least the soiling part of it – In the cafeteria at lunchtime. Under new TVPC regulations put in place this year, such an accident – Soiling your panties in the cafeteria at lunchtime – Brings about some additional consequences. As a first time offender for soiling her panties in the cafeteria at lunchtime, Olive is required to write a 500 word letter of apology and spend a week eating lunch at a special table isolated in the corner of the school cafeteria – A table set aside for girls who have soiling accidents in the cafeteria at lunchtime. Olive still owes us that 500 word letter of apology (a letter that will get posted on the cafeteria wall – The “Wall of Shame” as it’s been nicknamed), but her week of sitting at that special cafeteria table (the “Shame Table” as it’s been nicknamed) started yesterday.

“The problem was that she wasn’t sitting at that table today like she was supposed to,” reports Mrs. Garret, a cafeteria monitor, “I saw her sitting at one of the regular tables talking to her friend Chyna.” “She started out sitting where she was supposed to,” Mrs. Garret continues, “I saw her sit down there with her lunch tray.” “But by the time she was finished eating and had returned her lunch tray, I saw that she had gone over and sat down next to Chyna,” she reports further, “And by the time I got over there, Olive was already chatting up a storm like only Olive can do.” That last comment brings quite a few giggles from the assembled crowd in the committee room. No one can talk like Olive can.

That comment may have been funny but this, of course, is no laughing matter. “You EARNED a week sitting at that special table in the cafeteria,” I point out to Olive, “You earned that by soiling your panties in the cafeteria at lunchtime.” “Girls should be able to eat their lunch without being subjected to the smell of a load in your panties,” I tell the toilet troubled sophomore, “So you get to eat your lunch at a special table reserved for girls who do that.”

Olive assures us that she understands all that and that she accepts that sitting at the “Shame Table” is part of her punishment for doing what she did. But she tells us that it wasn’t like she was actually sitting at the other table with Chyna. “I mean, I guess I probably did sit down for a minute of two,” she says, “But it wasn’t like I was actually sitting there at that table.” “I just sat there for a minute or two to talk to Chyna,” Olive argues, “I just had something to tell her and then I was going back to the other table with Linda and Kaya. Linda and Kaya are 2 other girls sitting time at the “Shame Table” for the same thing – Kaya actually sentenced to an entire month at that table for her 2nd time soiling her panties in the cafeteria at lunchtime.

But Mrs. Garret disputes Olive’s account of the incident. “It was more than just a minute or two,” she tells us, “When have you know Olive to just talk for a minute or two.” “I wouldn’t have filed a Violation Report if Olive had just spoken briefly to Chyna,” Mrs. Garret explains, “But unfortunately Olive just sat down and started a conversation with the whole table.” “That’s clearly a violation,” she adds. That’s a point to which I certainly agree. I’d overlook it as well if Olive just made a brief comment to her friend on her way back to her appropriate table, but that’s not what happened.

Chyna is here and she argues on her friend’s behalf. “O.K. – I guess Olive did sit down with us for a while,” Chyna explains, “But I don’t think it’s really a big deal.” “I mean, it wasn’t like Olive had poop in her panties or anything like that today,” Chyna explains further, “In fact, she pooped in the toilet with me right before lunch today.” “She went in the toilet like she was supposed to do today,” she argues, “So it really shouldn’t be a big deal that she was sitting with us at lunch.” “Unfortunately, it is a big deal – It’s definitely a big deal,” I tell Chyna, “Olive had a punishment – A well-deserved punishment – And she didn’t abide by it.” “If you really do need to speak to Olive at lunch, you can always go sit at her table,” I point out, “But she can’t sit at your table while she’s being punished.” “Ewwww!” Chyna reacts at hearing that, an exaggerated look of disgust on her face. “I didn’t poop in my pants so there’s no way I’m sitting at the panty-poopers table,” she says adamantly, “I don’t want to sit there and have people think that I pooped in my pants, too.”

Turning back to Olive, it’s time for her punishment. “Since this wasn’t a particularly serious violation and it’s your first offense, I’m going to spare you detention and a writing assignment,” I tell the sophomore cutie, “But it is going to be an additional week of sitting at that table.” Olive lets out an audible groan at hearing that. But surprisingly has no further comments. She’s then sent back down to the girls’ room by the cafeteria to resume her toilet sitting punishment.

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

[spandexman]

Would be happy to monitor Grace

Would be happy to inspect Grace's spandex shorts everyday for you Arnold. She surely needs watching and in spandex closely. I have a feeling Mrs. Johns loves her job too much. She needs watching too.
Thanks again for a great report.