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Welcome to a session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) – this writer’s favorite fantasy. The story takes place in a high school not unlike other high schools. In this high school, however, there are strict rules regarding the toileting behavior of the school’s female students. Those who break the school toilet rules (including the rules against going to the bathroom in your pants) are brought before the TVPC to have their cases heard and their punishment given out if they are guilty. Meetings of the TVPC are called to order at 3:10 PM each school day in the TVPC meeting room – Room 222 of the high school. It should be noted that where this story takes place you need to be 18 in order to enter high school so all persons depicted, even though entirely fictional, are at least 18 years of age.
My name is Arnold Ziffel and I’m chairman of the TVPC. What follows are the summary minutes of the TVPC meeting of May 14, 2014.
The first case before the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) today is a matter from yesterday afternoon. This case – 2 cases actually – Are from the girls’ track team and the big track meet yesterday afternoon over at Roswell High School. Liz, a cute and perky redhead, and Isabel, a tall and slender blonde bombshell – Both members of the track team – Are accused of using a boys’ bathroom at Roswell High School before yesterday’s meet. Liz, a sprinter and a hurdler is accused of urinating in the boys’ room while Isabel, a distance runner, is accused of doing a bowel movement in there. Doing a bowel movement in the boys’ room is, of course, more serious than merely urinating in there. And both girls are, of course, charged with those toilet violations while representing the school as members of the track team. That’s a bit more serious than if they had merely used the boys’ room at our school during the regular school day.
“I’m afraid, we’re guilty, sir,” Liz, clearly the more assertive of the 2, tells me when I ask them for their plea. “We really didn’t mean any harm, sir,” Liz tells me further, as Isabel nods her head in agreement, “But I guess we really should have just waited in line for the girls’ room with everyone else.” The cute and outgoing junior sprinter goes on to explain that this was a big track meet with several girls’ teams from the area participating. “As you can imagine the line for the girls’ room before the meet was pretty long,” she tells me, “There were a lot of girls waiting to take care of their business before the meet got started.” “And there was no one at all using the boys’ room,” Liz continues, “So Isabel and I just ducked in there and used the boys’ room instead.” “There were no boys in there at the time, I swear,” Isabel chimes in, “I mean, I could never use the bathroom with a boy in there anyway.” “Yes sir – We made sure the boys’ room was empty before we went in,” Liz then points out. “I guess it seems kind of like a stupid thing to do now,” she says, “But at the time, it just seemed kind of silly to keep waiting in line for the girls’ room when there was an empty boys’ room right there.”
“Well, the 2 of you ARE girls, you know,” Mrs. Crabtree, a TVPC member, reminds them, “The girls’ room does seem the appropriate place for you to take care your business.” “Yes Ma’am,” both girls tell her in unison, obviously contrite. “We’re sorry, but like Liz said, we really didn’t mean any harm,” the pretty sophomore distance runner tells us, “I mean, I know we shouldn’t have done it, but the line for the girls’ room was just so long.” “There was 1 stall were the toilet was clogged and it had overflowed,” reports Daphne, another girl on the track team, currently sitting along “Defendants’ Row” awaiting her own turn before the TVPC, “And there was another stall where someone had messed all over the toilet seat and toilet.” “So that was like 2 toilets that no one could use,” Daphne explains, “And that was making the line even longer.”
“I hope neither of those were from one of our girls,” I ask. Miss Collins, coach of our girls’ track team, assures us that her girls are all innocent of that. “Those problems were already there before we got there,” Coach Collins – Herself a pretty and athletic blonde – tells us, “I don’t actually know who did it, but it definitely wasn’t one of our girls.” “And I hope you won’t be too hard on Liz and Isabel, either, Mr. Chairman,” the pretty Gym teacher and coach pleads, “I know what they did was wrong, but it wasn’t like they made a mess in the boys’ room or anything like that.” Naturally, I see both girls nodding their heads at that. That’s a very important point as I contemplate their punishments.
“I take it then that you each simply used a toilet in the boys’ room,” I then ask them both. Liz answers in the affirmative but Isabel just looks at me puzzled. “What I mean is that you just went into a stall and did your business in a toilet,” I clarify for the shy and pretty Isabel, “You didn’t go try and use a urinal or something like that, did you?” “Ewww! – That’s disgusting!” she answers, “I wouldn’t use a urinal even if I could.” “Urinals are totally disgusting – I mean, they’re right out there in the open,” the pretty blonde sophomore points out, “I just don’t know how boys can pee without any privacy like that.” And I also confirm with Isabel that she did indeed have a bowel movement in the boys’ room yesterday afternoon. As I noted, that’s a bit more serious than merely urinating in there. “Well, sir, I actually went both ways in there,” she tells me, obviously now ashamed and apologetic. “Well, we just count that as a single toilet violation, Isabel,” I tell her, “We don’t actually charge with doing both – We just charge you with doing a bowel movement since it’s the most serious violation.” She nods her head seemingly to thank me for that.”
Finally, I ask the 2 of them the circumstances of why they decided to use the boys’ room instead of waiting in line for the girls. “Are you girls about to tell me that it was an emergency?” I ask them, “Are you going to tell me you would’ve gone in your pants if you’d have had to wait in line for the girls?” “No sir, it wasn’t like that,” Liz then rather bravely tells me, “It was like we said before – We just didn’t want to wait in line for the girls’ room.” Isabel nods her head in agreement. “I mean, I really did have to go – Especially with having to go #2,” she tells me, “But it wasn’t like I was on the verge of having an accident or anything like that.” “I definitely could have waited for the girls’ room if I had to,” she adds, “I guess that’s really what I should have done.” I then comment the 2 girls for their honesty and I’ll certainly take that into consideration when determining their punishment.”
Liz, the junior sprinter and hurdling, has only a violation for “Leaving Class Without Permission To Use The Toilet” on her toilet record this school year. She’ll have to write 200 times “I will not urinate in the boys’ room in school or while representing the school again.” Isabel, the sophomore distance runner, has violations for “Panty-Soiling” in English class (once), and for “Leaving the Toilet Unflushed” (twice – once after urinating and once after a bowel movement). She’ll have to write 300 times “I will not defecate nor will I urinate in the boys’ room in school or while representing the school again.” Both girls will also have to spend 2 weeks of study halls periods sitting on the toilet. That rather harsh sentence of toilet sitting punishment is in lieu of sentencing these members of the track team to after school toilet sitting detention. “And that will, of course, be toilet sitting in the GIRLS’ room,” I am careful to point out, “You can each choose which girls’ room to do your punishment in. Liz, shrugging her shoulders like it doesn’t really matter to her, chooses the Science Wing girls’ room. Isabel, on the other hand, appears happy to be able to do her toilet sitting punishment in the 2nd Floor girls’ room. She even thanks me for letting her do her punishment there.
All I can do is shake my head as I call the first of the toilet violation cases from today. “Again Claudia?” I ask in disappointment as the petite senior beauty takes to the podium, already fighting back tears. “Another mess in your panties, Claudia?” I ask her, “And this one looks like the worst you’ve ever done.” Maybe it’s just because of the skin tight jeans she’s wearing, but the bulge in the seat from the panty-load is as big as any I’ve ever seen. “It doesn’t look like she managed to hold any of it in,” reports Miss Bliss, Claudia’s 5th period History teacher, “I can’t imagine she’s got any left inside her with a poop load in her panties like that.” “And, Mr. Chairman, I’d like to report that Claudia made absolutely no attempt to use the girls’ room at all,” Miss Bliss reports further, “She never even asked for a girls’ room pass.” “Obviously she knew she had to go and she made absolutely no attempt to go to the girls’ room at all,” the pretty History teacher explains, “She just sat there in class and did it all in her pants.” “Disgusting!” Miss Bliss adds, directing the comment to Claudia, “Absolutely disgusting!!”
Miss Bliss’s comments are obviously insinuating that Claudia is deserving of more than the usual does of punishment for this and quite frankly, I’m inclined to agree. “Miss Bliss is absolutely right, young lady,” I admonish the senior beauty, a tinge of anger in my voice. “That is absolutely disgusting, Claudia,” I tell her, pointing to the enormous bulge in the seat of her jeans, “And it’s more than a disgrace to see you doing this again.” “You’re a senior now, Claudia,” I remind her, “It’s absolutely disgraceful that you’d still be doing this at your age.” My harsh comments reduce the poor girl to tears.
Faithful readers of the TVPC surely know of Claudia’s shameful history when it comes to handling her bowel movements in school. During her freshman year, she rather famously soiled in her panties while performing as the star violinist (and as part of the PARTY OF FIVE ensemble) in the school Christmas program. After that and several other accidents (and even a toilet suspension for twice improperly using the bathroom in the nurse’s office), her freshman year, Claudia seemed to be improving her toilet habits a bit. Sure, she’d still have an accident here and there but she was managing to go at school a lot more than she was going in her pants. In fact, a few times she even managed to clog the toilet while having bowel movements in school. But her senior year has seen her seemingly revert to her old habits. In additions to her accidents this year, she’s even been on toilet suspension for using the faculty bathroom at the school’s holiday show.
Naturally, I ask Claudia about all this. “I’m very disappointed in you, Claudia,” I tell the immensely talented senior violinist, “You had been doing so much better with your toilet habits but now we get this.” “It’s one thing when a girl has some toilet issues as a freshman,” I explain, “But it’s another thing entirely when you’re doing no better as a senior.” “This is your 4th panty-soiling this school year,” I continue, “That’s quite a shameful record for a senior.” “And this is obviously a mess of considerable severity and apparently you didn’t even try to go to the girls’ room to do it,” I also point out, “And you’ve obviously got other toilet violations this year as well.” “With all the time you’ve spent on toilet suspension this year, it’s particularly shameful that you’ve still managed to have 4 panty-soiling accidents,” I tell her sternly, “Using the Nurse’s Office Bathroom, Using the Teachers’ Bathroom at the Holiday Show, and then violating the Toilet Suspension you got for that – It’s just a disgraceful toilet record, young lady.” “I just don’t know what it is with you, Claudia – I thought you’d learned your lesson after all those problems your freshman year,” I lecture her, “But it seems like you haven’t learned anything at all – You’re just going back to your bad habits like when you were a freshman.”
But Claudia disputes that. In tears, she admits that what she did was wrong but claims she really is trying to do better. “I’m sorry, sir – I’m sorry I had an accident,” the petite senior beauty says, “But I really am trying to do better.” “Please sir – You have to believe me,” she pleads, “It’s not like I’m just going in my pants on purpose.” “Well, I don’t think it’s so much that you did it on purpose,” I explain to her, “I think it’s more of a matter that you didn’t do much of anything to avoid it.” “The thing is that if you really wanted to avoid going in your pants, you’d have gone to the girls’ room and done it in the toilet instead,” Miss Bliss tells her, “You wouldn’t have just sat there in class and let it happen.” “But I didn’t just let it happen in my pants – I was trying to hold it in as hard as I could,” Claudia then argues, “You have to believe me, sir – You don’t know how much I hate having messes like this in my pants.” “Well, apparently you don’t hate it enough,” Miss Bliss chimes in, “If you really hate it as much as you say, you’d be sure to do it in the toilet instead.” Those are harsh words to be coming from Miss Bliss, who is perennially one of the more sympathetic teachers in the school. “I think the point, Claudia, is that you shouldn’t have been trying to hold it in during class,” I then explain to her, “I think that the point is that you should have been doing it in the toilet in the girls’ room instead.” Shamefully, Claudia nods her head in agreement with that. “Yes sir,” she rather meekly tells me. “Yes Ma’am,” she meekly tells Miss Bliss as well.
The petite and pretty but decidedly toilet-troubled senior can offer no real explanation as to why she just didn’t ask for a girls’ room pass and go use the toilet like she should have. “I just don’t like to go at school,” she says, “I’d just rather go at home when I have to do that.” “Sometimes you just have no choice but to go at school,” I tell her, “No choice that is unless you want to risk messing in your pants and the punishment that comes with that.” Claudia reiterates that she’s trying really hard but sometimes she just can’t make herself go at school. “I just like to have my privacy when I’m doing that kind of thing, that’s all,” she says, “I just can’t do it if I don’t have privacy.” “I try to get my privacy at school and when I can get it I can go,” Claudia explains, “But I can’t always get the privacy I need at school and I can’t go if I can’t get my privacy.” Miss Bliss questions that and explains that in all our girls’ rooms (except the one in the old basement section), the stalls have doors on them to provide for privacy. But Claudia explains that in order to have the kind of privacy she needs to have a bowel movement at school, she needs to have the whole bathroom to herself. And she claims that in the 3 girls’ rooms at school where she does do bowel movements sometimes (the 2nd Floor, the New Addition, and the Science Wing) there were girls doing toilet sitting punishments for the entire period 5th period today. “I’m sorry but I just couldn’t go with those other girls in the bathroom,” Claudia tells us, “So I was trying to hold it in and I was hoping I could go next period instead.” She further claims that she does go at school a lot more than she used to – Especially as compared to when she was a freshman – but that this year she just seems to have to go a lot more at school than she used to. “I’ve actually used the toilet for that in school a lot more this year than ever before,” she claims, “But sometimes I just can’t go at school and that’s when I have accidents.” “I really am doing better doing that at school a lot more than I used to,” Claudia claims, “It’s just I guess I’m having more accidents, too.”
Claudia really is a sweet girl who is humble despite being an immensely talented violinist and she never has an unkind word for anyone. But these toilet issues have gone on more than long enough. “I’m sorry, Claudia, but these accidents have simply got to stop,” I lecture her sternly, “Whatever the reason, there is simply no excuse for you to keep having these messing accidents in school.” “You simply have to learn to do your bowel movements in the toilet, Claudia,” I tell her, “And that includes doing them in the girls’ room when the need arises at school.” It’s hard to be so stern with Claudia – As I noted, she’s such a sweet girl – But Miss Bliss is absolutely right that a more serious punishment is in order here. “You’re a senior who should know better by now, you’ve got a lengthy list of other violations and you’ve obviously had an accident of considerable severity,” I explain to Claudia, “Obviously, the standard punishment for a 4th panty-soiling of the school year is not going to be sufficient here.”
Instead, I hit Claudia with a 1,000 times writing assignment (“I will not soil my panties in school again”) and both a week of detention sitting on the toilet and a week of her study hall period sitting on the toilet. But as stern as that punishment may be (Claudia has no reason to stop crying now), she’s going to hate even worse what’s coming next. “I’m not saying that you don’t hate going in your pants, Claudia,” I explain to her, “And I suppose that’s especially true when you’ve got a mess as bad as that.” “But as your History teacher so accurately pointed out, you just don’t seem to hate it enough,” I explain further, “Because if you hated it enough, you’d simply stop doing it in your pants.” “Well, Claudia, I’m afraid you’re going to learn to hate messes in your pants a lot worse than you already do,” I tell her as I sentence her to an in-school clean-up of that awful mess. Surprisingly, with all the accident issues she’s had throughout high school, she’s never had to clean up her mess in school before. Of course, the prospect of doing that now is immensely upsetting to her.
“Miss Bliss will immediately escort you down the hall to the girls’ room,” I tell Claudia and announce for the record, “And once there, she’ll supervise you as you completely clean up your mess.” “You’ll first have to pull down your pants and clean the mess off of yourself,” I explain, “And for that, you’ll use only toilet paper.” “Next, you’ll have to take your panties and dunk out the worst of the load in the toilet,” I explain further, “And finally, you’ll have to take them to the sink and fully scrub them clean.” I also remind the crying senior brunette of the TVPC rule that requires her to wear those same panties to school tomorrow. “That’s so you have an incentive to clean them out fully,” I point out.
Not surprisingly, Claudia desperately begs for a reprieve – Citing that it’s only her 4th offense and having to clean up the mess in school isn’t usually a punishment I assign until a 6th offense. But I hold firm to Claudia’s punishment – Pointing out the reasons I’ve previously cited as to why such a stern punishment is warranted. “You need to clean that mess up in order to learn the proper lesson,” I explain to Claudia, “You need to learn how much easier it is to simply use the toilet when you need to rather than having to clean up the mess later.” “No way are you just going to go home to take a shower and throw out your soiled panties,” I explain further, “It’s obvious that you don’t learn your lesson that way.”
But Claudia counters that she won’t just do that and she’ll promise to clean up the mess at home. “Just let me clean it up in private at home,” she begs, “Please just don’t make me do it here at school.” “I’ll just use the toilet paper to wipe myself just like if it was at school,” she pleads, “And I promise I’ll clean my underwear just like you said, too.” “Please sir, please just let me clean it up at home instead,” she begs, “And I’ll even wear my cleaned-out panties to school tomorrow to prove it.” She points out that I did exactly that for Becky – another senior beauty with panty-soiling issues – When Becky soiled per panties yesterday. Becky, incidentally, is presently doing toilet sitting punishment in the Main Corridor girls’ room and she’s got 1,000 sentences to write for that, as well. “You let Becky clean up at home and then just wear her cleaned-out panties to school today,” Claudia reminds me, “Please sir, please just let me do that, too.”
That’s actually something I seriously consider – As I’ve noted before, Claudia is a sweet girl and it’s hard to be so stern with her. But ultimately I remain unconvinced. “I’m sorry, Claudia,” I tell her sympathetically, “But you’re going to have to do yours down the hall in the girls’ room here at school.” “Hopefully, it’s going to finally teach you the lesson you need,” I tell her further, “Hopefully, you’ll learn how much easier it is to just use the toilet in school than to clean up your mess in school later.” “Hopefully, it’ll give you something to think about the next time you need to have a bowel movement at school,” I add. Crying hysterically, Claudia is then led from the room by Miss Bliss – On her way down the hall to the girls’ room for the decidedly dirty job ahead.
My name is Arnold Ziffel and I’m chairman of the TVPC. What follows are the summary minutes of the TVPC meeting of May 14, 2014.
The first case before the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) today is a matter from yesterday afternoon. This case – 2 cases actually – Are from the girls’ track team and the big track meet yesterday afternoon over at Roswell High School. Liz, a cute and perky redhead, and Isabel, a tall and slender blonde bombshell – Both members of the track team – Are accused of using a boys’ bathroom at Roswell High School before yesterday’s meet. Liz, a sprinter and a hurdler is accused of urinating in the boys’ room while Isabel, a distance runner, is accused of doing a bowel movement in there. Doing a bowel movement in the boys’ room is, of course, more serious than merely urinating in there. And both girls are, of course, charged with those toilet violations while representing the school as members of the track team. That’s a bit more serious than if they had merely used the boys’ room at our school during the regular school day.
“I’m afraid, we’re guilty, sir,” Liz, clearly the more assertive of the 2, tells me when I ask them for their plea. “We really didn’t mean any harm, sir,” Liz tells me further, as Isabel nods her head in agreement, “But I guess we really should have just waited in line for the girls’ room with everyone else.” The cute and outgoing junior sprinter goes on to explain that this was a big track meet with several girls’ teams from the area participating. “As you can imagine the line for the girls’ room before the meet was pretty long,” she tells me, “There were a lot of girls waiting to take care of their business before the meet got started.” “And there was no one at all using the boys’ room,” Liz continues, “So Isabel and I just ducked in there and used the boys’ room instead.” “There were no boys in there at the time, I swear,” Isabel chimes in, “I mean, I could never use the bathroom with a boy in there anyway.” “Yes sir – We made sure the boys’ room was empty before we went in,” Liz then points out. “I guess it seems kind of like a stupid thing to do now,” she says, “But at the time, it just seemed kind of silly to keep waiting in line for the girls’ room when there was an empty boys’ room right there.”
“Well, the 2 of you ARE girls, you know,” Mrs. Crabtree, a TVPC member, reminds them, “The girls’ room does seem the appropriate place for you to take care your business.” “Yes Ma’am,” both girls tell her in unison, obviously contrite. “We’re sorry, but like Liz said, we really didn’t mean any harm,” the pretty sophomore distance runner tells us, “I mean, I know we shouldn’t have done it, but the line for the girls’ room was just so long.” “There was 1 stall were the toilet was clogged and it had overflowed,” reports Daphne, another girl on the track team, currently sitting along “Defendants’ Row” awaiting her own turn before the TVPC, “And there was another stall where someone had messed all over the toilet seat and toilet.” “So that was like 2 toilets that no one could use,” Daphne explains, “And that was making the line even longer.”
“I hope neither of those were from one of our girls,” I ask. Miss Collins, coach of our girls’ track team, assures us that her girls are all innocent of that. “Those problems were already there before we got there,” Coach Collins – Herself a pretty and athletic blonde – tells us, “I don’t actually know who did it, but it definitely wasn’t one of our girls.” “And I hope you won’t be too hard on Liz and Isabel, either, Mr. Chairman,” the pretty Gym teacher and coach pleads, “I know what they did was wrong, but it wasn’t like they made a mess in the boys’ room or anything like that.” Naturally, I see both girls nodding their heads at that. That’s a very important point as I contemplate their punishments.
“I take it then that you each simply used a toilet in the boys’ room,” I then ask them both. Liz answers in the affirmative but Isabel just looks at me puzzled. “What I mean is that you just went into a stall and did your business in a toilet,” I clarify for the shy and pretty Isabel, “You didn’t go try and use a urinal or something like that, did you?” “Ewww! – That’s disgusting!” she answers, “I wouldn’t use a urinal even if I could.” “Urinals are totally disgusting – I mean, they’re right out there in the open,” the pretty blonde sophomore points out, “I just don’t know how boys can pee without any privacy like that.” And I also confirm with Isabel that she did indeed have a bowel movement in the boys’ room yesterday afternoon. As I noted, that’s a bit more serious than merely urinating in there. “Well, sir, I actually went both ways in there,” she tells me, obviously now ashamed and apologetic. “Well, we just count that as a single toilet violation, Isabel,” I tell her, “We don’t actually charge with doing both – We just charge you with doing a bowel movement since it’s the most serious violation.” She nods her head seemingly to thank me for that.”
Finally, I ask the 2 of them the circumstances of why they decided to use the boys’ room instead of waiting in line for the girls. “Are you girls about to tell me that it was an emergency?” I ask them, “Are you going to tell me you would’ve gone in your pants if you’d have had to wait in line for the girls?” “No sir, it wasn’t like that,” Liz then rather bravely tells me, “It was like we said before – We just didn’t want to wait in line for the girls’ room.” Isabel nods her head in agreement. “I mean, I really did have to go – Especially with having to go #2,” she tells me, “But it wasn’t like I was on the verge of having an accident or anything like that.” “I definitely could have waited for the girls’ room if I had to,” she adds, “I guess that’s really what I should have done.” I then comment the 2 girls for their honesty and I’ll certainly take that into consideration when determining their punishment.”
Liz, the junior sprinter and hurdling, has only a violation for “Leaving Class Without Permission To Use The Toilet” on her toilet record this school year. She’ll have to write 200 times “I will not urinate in the boys’ room in school or while representing the school again.” Isabel, the sophomore distance runner, has violations for “Panty-Soiling” in English class (once), and for “Leaving the Toilet Unflushed” (twice – once after urinating and once after a bowel movement). She’ll have to write 300 times “I will not defecate nor will I urinate in the boys’ room in school or while representing the school again.” Both girls will also have to spend 2 weeks of study halls periods sitting on the toilet. That rather harsh sentence of toilet sitting punishment is in lieu of sentencing these members of the track team to after school toilet sitting detention. “And that will, of course, be toilet sitting in the GIRLS’ room,” I am careful to point out, “You can each choose which girls’ room to do your punishment in. Liz, shrugging her shoulders like it doesn’t really matter to her, chooses the Science Wing girls’ room. Isabel, on the other hand, appears happy to be able to do her toilet sitting punishment in the 2nd Floor girls’ room. She even thanks me for letting her do her punishment there.
All I can do is shake my head as I call the first of the toilet violation cases from today. “Again Claudia?” I ask in disappointment as the petite senior beauty takes to the podium, already fighting back tears. “Another mess in your panties, Claudia?” I ask her, “And this one looks like the worst you’ve ever done.” Maybe it’s just because of the skin tight jeans she’s wearing, but the bulge in the seat from the panty-load is as big as any I’ve ever seen. “It doesn’t look like she managed to hold any of it in,” reports Miss Bliss, Claudia’s 5th period History teacher, “I can’t imagine she’s got any left inside her with a poop load in her panties like that.” “And, Mr. Chairman, I’d like to report that Claudia made absolutely no attempt to use the girls’ room at all,” Miss Bliss reports further, “She never even asked for a girls’ room pass.” “Obviously she knew she had to go and she made absolutely no attempt to go to the girls’ room at all,” the pretty History teacher explains, “She just sat there in class and did it all in her pants.” “Disgusting!” Miss Bliss adds, directing the comment to Claudia, “Absolutely disgusting!!”
Miss Bliss’s comments are obviously insinuating that Claudia is deserving of more than the usual does of punishment for this and quite frankly, I’m inclined to agree. “Miss Bliss is absolutely right, young lady,” I admonish the senior beauty, a tinge of anger in my voice. “That is absolutely disgusting, Claudia,” I tell her, pointing to the enormous bulge in the seat of her jeans, “And it’s more than a disgrace to see you doing this again.” “You’re a senior now, Claudia,” I remind her, “It’s absolutely disgraceful that you’d still be doing this at your age.” My harsh comments reduce the poor girl to tears.
Faithful readers of the TVPC surely know of Claudia’s shameful history when it comes to handling her bowel movements in school. During her freshman year, she rather famously soiled in her panties while performing as the star violinist (and as part of the PARTY OF FIVE ensemble) in the school Christmas program. After that and several other accidents (and even a toilet suspension for twice improperly using the bathroom in the nurse’s office), her freshman year, Claudia seemed to be improving her toilet habits a bit. Sure, she’d still have an accident here and there but she was managing to go at school a lot more than she was going in her pants. In fact, a few times she even managed to clog the toilet while having bowel movements in school. But her senior year has seen her seemingly revert to her old habits. In additions to her accidents this year, she’s even been on toilet suspension for using the faculty bathroom at the school’s holiday show.
Naturally, I ask Claudia about all this. “I’m very disappointed in you, Claudia,” I tell the immensely talented senior violinist, “You had been doing so much better with your toilet habits but now we get this.” “It’s one thing when a girl has some toilet issues as a freshman,” I explain, “But it’s another thing entirely when you’re doing no better as a senior.” “This is your 4th panty-soiling this school year,” I continue, “That’s quite a shameful record for a senior.” “And this is obviously a mess of considerable severity and apparently you didn’t even try to go to the girls’ room to do it,” I also point out, “And you’ve obviously got other toilet violations this year as well.” “With all the time you’ve spent on toilet suspension this year, it’s particularly shameful that you’ve still managed to have 4 panty-soiling accidents,” I tell her sternly, “Using the Nurse’s Office Bathroom, Using the Teachers’ Bathroom at the Holiday Show, and then violating the Toilet Suspension you got for that – It’s just a disgraceful toilet record, young lady.” “I just don’t know what it is with you, Claudia – I thought you’d learned your lesson after all those problems your freshman year,” I lecture her, “But it seems like you haven’t learned anything at all – You’re just going back to your bad habits like when you were a freshman.”
But Claudia disputes that. In tears, she admits that what she did was wrong but claims she really is trying to do better. “I’m sorry, sir – I’m sorry I had an accident,” the petite senior beauty says, “But I really am trying to do better.” “Please sir – You have to believe me,” she pleads, “It’s not like I’m just going in my pants on purpose.” “Well, I don’t think it’s so much that you did it on purpose,” I explain to her, “I think it’s more of a matter that you didn’t do much of anything to avoid it.” “The thing is that if you really wanted to avoid going in your pants, you’d have gone to the girls’ room and done it in the toilet instead,” Miss Bliss tells her, “You wouldn’t have just sat there in class and let it happen.” “But I didn’t just let it happen in my pants – I was trying to hold it in as hard as I could,” Claudia then argues, “You have to believe me, sir – You don’t know how much I hate having messes like this in my pants.” “Well, apparently you don’t hate it enough,” Miss Bliss chimes in, “If you really hate it as much as you say, you’d be sure to do it in the toilet instead.” Those are harsh words to be coming from Miss Bliss, who is perennially one of the more sympathetic teachers in the school. “I think the point, Claudia, is that you shouldn’t have been trying to hold it in during class,” I then explain to her, “I think that the point is that you should have been doing it in the toilet in the girls’ room instead.” Shamefully, Claudia nods her head in agreement with that. “Yes sir,” she rather meekly tells me. “Yes Ma’am,” she meekly tells Miss Bliss as well.
The petite and pretty but decidedly toilet-troubled senior can offer no real explanation as to why she just didn’t ask for a girls’ room pass and go use the toilet like she should have. “I just don’t like to go at school,” she says, “I’d just rather go at home when I have to do that.” “Sometimes you just have no choice but to go at school,” I tell her, “No choice that is unless you want to risk messing in your pants and the punishment that comes with that.” Claudia reiterates that she’s trying really hard but sometimes she just can’t make herself go at school. “I just like to have my privacy when I’m doing that kind of thing, that’s all,” she says, “I just can’t do it if I don’t have privacy.” “I try to get my privacy at school and when I can get it I can go,” Claudia explains, “But I can’t always get the privacy I need at school and I can’t go if I can’t get my privacy.” Miss Bliss questions that and explains that in all our girls’ rooms (except the one in the old basement section), the stalls have doors on them to provide for privacy. But Claudia explains that in order to have the kind of privacy she needs to have a bowel movement at school, she needs to have the whole bathroom to herself. And she claims that in the 3 girls’ rooms at school where she does do bowel movements sometimes (the 2nd Floor, the New Addition, and the Science Wing) there were girls doing toilet sitting punishments for the entire period 5th period today. “I’m sorry but I just couldn’t go with those other girls in the bathroom,” Claudia tells us, “So I was trying to hold it in and I was hoping I could go next period instead.” She further claims that she does go at school a lot more than she used to – Especially as compared to when she was a freshman – but that this year she just seems to have to go a lot more at school than she used to. “I’ve actually used the toilet for that in school a lot more this year than ever before,” she claims, “But sometimes I just can’t go at school and that’s when I have accidents.” “I really am doing better doing that at school a lot more than I used to,” Claudia claims, “It’s just I guess I’m having more accidents, too.”
Claudia really is a sweet girl who is humble despite being an immensely talented violinist and she never has an unkind word for anyone. But these toilet issues have gone on more than long enough. “I’m sorry, Claudia, but these accidents have simply got to stop,” I lecture her sternly, “Whatever the reason, there is simply no excuse for you to keep having these messing accidents in school.” “You simply have to learn to do your bowel movements in the toilet, Claudia,” I tell her, “And that includes doing them in the girls’ room when the need arises at school.” It’s hard to be so stern with Claudia – As I noted, she’s such a sweet girl – But Miss Bliss is absolutely right that a more serious punishment is in order here. “You’re a senior who should know better by now, you’ve got a lengthy list of other violations and you’ve obviously had an accident of considerable severity,” I explain to Claudia, “Obviously, the standard punishment for a 4th panty-soiling of the school year is not going to be sufficient here.”
Instead, I hit Claudia with a 1,000 times writing assignment (“I will not soil my panties in school again”) and both a week of detention sitting on the toilet and a week of her study hall period sitting on the toilet. But as stern as that punishment may be (Claudia has no reason to stop crying now), she’s going to hate even worse what’s coming next. “I’m not saying that you don’t hate going in your pants, Claudia,” I explain to her, “And I suppose that’s especially true when you’ve got a mess as bad as that.” “But as your History teacher so accurately pointed out, you just don’t seem to hate it enough,” I explain further, “Because if you hated it enough, you’d simply stop doing it in your pants.” “Well, Claudia, I’m afraid you’re going to learn to hate messes in your pants a lot worse than you already do,” I tell her as I sentence her to an in-school clean-up of that awful mess. Surprisingly, with all the accident issues she’s had throughout high school, she’s never had to clean up her mess in school before. Of course, the prospect of doing that now is immensely upsetting to her.
“Miss Bliss will immediately escort you down the hall to the girls’ room,” I tell Claudia and announce for the record, “And once there, she’ll supervise you as you completely clean up your mess.” “You’ll first have to pull down your pants and clean the mess off of yourself,” I explain, “And for that, you’ll use only toilet paper.” “Next, you’ll have to take your panties and dunk out the worst of the load in the toilet,” I explain further, “And finally, you’ll have to take them to the sink and fully scrub them clean.” I also remind the crying senior brunette of the TVPC rule that requires her to wear those same panties to school tomorrow. “That’s so you have an incentive to clean them out fully,” I point out.
Not surprisingly, Claudia desperately begs for a reprieve – Citing that it’s only her 4th offense and having to clean up the mess in school isn’t usually a punishment I assign until a 6th offense. But I hold firm to Claudia’s punishment – Pointing out the reasons I’ve previously cited as to why such a stern punishment is warranted. “You need to clean that mess up in order to learn the proper lesson,” I explain to Claudia, “You need to learn how much easier it is to simply use the toilet when you need to rather than having to clean up the mess later.” “No way are you just going to go home to take a shower and throw out your soiled panties,” I explain further, “It’s obvious that you don’t learn your lesson that way.”
But Claudia counters that she won’t just do that and she’ll promise to clean up the mess at home. “Just let me clean it up in private at home,” she begs, “Please just don’t make me do it here at school.” “I’ll just use the toilet paper to wipe myself just like if it was at school,” she pleads, “And I promise I’ll clean my underwear just like you said, too.” “Please sir, please just let me clean it up at home instead,” she begs, “And I’ll even wear my cleaned-out panties to school tomorrow to prove it.” She points out that I did exactly that for Becky – another senior beauty with panty-soiling issues – When Becky soiled per panties yesterday. Becky, incidentally, is presently doing toilet sitting punishment in the Main Corridor girls’ room and she’s got 1,000 sentences to write for that, as well. “You let Becky clean up at home and then just wear her cleaned-out panties to school today,” Claudia reminds me, “Please sir, please just let me do that, too.”
That’s actually something I seriously consider – As I’ve noted before, Claudia is a sweet girl and it’s hard to be so stern with her. But ultimately I remain unconvinced. “I’m sorry, Claudia,” I tell her sympathetically, “But you’re going to have to do yours down the hall in the girls’ room here at school.” “Hopefully, it’s going to finally teach you the lesson you need,” I tell her further, “Hopefully, you’ll learn how much easier it is to just use the toilet in school than to clean up your mess in school later.” “Hopefully, it’ll give you something to think about the next time you need to have a bowel movement at school,” I add. Crying hysterically, Claudia is then led from the room by Miss Bliss – On her way down the hall to the girls’ room for the decidedly dirty job ahead.
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