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Normally, Ashley Tintel walked the halls of Truman High School like a queen. She was the captain and the star of both the girls’ basketball and track teams, editor of the yearbook, Vice-President of the Key Club, and an honor roll student to boot. She was a talented singer who had just won the lead in the school musical and had just received early admission to the college of her choice. And if that wasn’t enough, she was a 5’10” 132 lb. beauty with naturally flowing blonde hair, an angelic face, and a million dollar smile. Humble, friendly, and effortlessly likeable, just about every girl at Truman High wanted to be her friend and just about every boy wanted ………. well, they wanted what most boys wanted with gorgeous girls like her.
But on this particular chilly and blustery early November afternoon, Ashley just wasn’t herself. She walked gingerly in small, measured steps as she carefully maneuvered the hallways making her way from 6th period Physics class to 7th period French. She slunked rather than strode, her smile missing, looking down at the floor, too ashamed to make eye contact with anyone. She felt it with each step she took and though she held out hope that it wasn’t too bad, she knew it was bad enough. I mean, any mess in the panties of a high school senior is bad enough, she thought to herself, she just hoped that it wasn’t so bad that her panties couldn’t contain it. So far it seemed that no one else could tell that she’d had an accident and Ashley wanted desperately to keep it that way. But even with the small, measured steps she took, she could feel the mess spreading worse in her panties.
Sure, Ashley had embarrassingly wet her pants in school a little over a month ago, but that was only a little bit when she tripped and fell while running to get to the girls’ room. But never before (at least that she could remember) had she had this particular kind of accident. And even when she’d had full-blown wetting accidents – like the 2 times it happened back when she was a freshman – it was nothing like this. Those were indeed unpleasant but this was much, much worse. And now having had this type of accident herself, Ashley understood why her school punished this sort of accident more severely than wetting ones. The tall, blonde-haired beauty felt disgusted almost as much as she felt ashamed.
She was happy to make it to 7th period French undetected – she feared that the walking from class to class was the most crucial time to avoid being caught. But it was, of course, excruciating to sit down once she got there. Sitting down did even worse to smear the mess than walking did. All she can do is hope that it doesn’t cause a noticeable bulge or leave a stain in the back of her snug fitting jeans.
As French class begins, Ashley tries hard to focus on Mrs. Defequer and the lesson at hand. The last thing she needs at this point is for the teacher to suspect something is wrong and then come closer to investigate. But as French class goes on, Ashley cannot help but contemplate her situation. How could this have happened, Ashley thinks to herself. She wants to close her eyes and then wake up and realize that this was nothing more than a bad dream. But sitting there in French class that afternoon, Ashley knew that the mess she was sitting in was all too real. How could she have done this, Ashley contemplates, she is 18 years old and a high school senior, for pete’s sake – how could she have done poop in her panties. She tries to rationalize it a bit and blame it on Dr. Flower. And while it probably wouldn’t have happened if Dr. Flower had just let her go to the girls’ room when she asked, Ashley knew she had no one but herself to blame for this.
As poor Ashley sits there in French class in her messy panties, she thinks back to lunchtime and how easily this all could have been avoided. Having 5th period lunch should have made it easy for Ashley. This could have all been part of her usual routine. By visiting the girls’ room after eating lunch 5th period, her bladder would be good the rest of the day and she wouldn’t need to go again until she got home from school. During basketball and track seasons, of course, she’d have to go again before practice but that was to be expected. Ashley wasn’t as obsessive about it as her friends were – I mean, Ashley easily went at school when she needed to – but like anyone else, she certainly preferred going at home to going at school.
It seemed so simple now that Ashley was suffering with a mess in her panties, but it wasn’t so simple at lunchtime earlier today. Where it was so simple to just step into the girls’ room right across from the cafeteria and pee during lunchtime, it just wasn’t so simple to do the other thing there. The convenience of a girls’ room right across from the cafeteria was a double edged sword. It was a convenient pit stop for girls during lunchtime – not only to pee but to comb their hair, fix their make-up, or to just hang out and socialize like high school girls often do in bathrooms. Simply put, as convenient as it was to pee there, it just wasn’t as conducive a place when you had to do more than just pee. Again, Ashley wasn’t as obsessive as some, but having a lot of privacy when that more personal need arose was very important to Ashley. It seemed so ridiculous now – especially as Ashley had no choice but to sit there in the consequences of that decision – but it seemed to make sense at the time. It actually made perfect sense at the time. She’d get a pass from Dr. Flower during Physics class 6th period and she’d take care of that particular business then – in one of the nicer girls’ rooms upstairs and during class time when she stood a good chance of actually being alone in the girls’ room.
Yes, it seemed like the perfect plan to take care of what she now somewhat urgently needed to do. Dr. Flower was a strict teacher but she was fair. Every student got 3 bathroom passes per month and Ashley knew she hadn’t used any of them yet in November. Yeah, it was the perfect plan, Ashley now thought to herself, everything would have been fine if I actually did have a bathroom pass available. Inexplicably, Ashley had forgotten about the incident back in October when she got caught loitering and texting on her cell phone in the girls’ room. And most unfortunately for Ashley, she was doing that while on a bathroom pass from Dr. Flower. Ashley had also forgotten that Dr. Flower had taken away her October and November bathroom passes for that. But Dr. Flower, of course, had not forgotten. And when Ashley did ask to use a pass during 6th period this afternoon, she was quickly informed that she had no passes available to be used. Well, I guess we can all figure out what happened next.
Of course, Ashley tried with all her might to hold it in, but it was no use. She had already been holding it in a while and not being allowed to go during 6th period, it was just too much. She was indeed able to hold it in for a while – almost making it to the end of class – but she simply could not hold it in long enough. Simply put, poor Ashley – arguably, the Queen Bee of Truman High – soon found herself sitting in Physics class in soiled panties. All that was left now for the gorgeous 18 year old high school senior, was to get through the rest of the day and make it home to get herself cleaned up before anyone else found out what she’d done.
And now sitting here in French class one period later, she still held out that hope. But mostly Ashley was just mad at herself. How could I have possibly let this happen, she keeps asking herself. She wants to blame Dr. Flower – she certainly could have let her girls’ room even if she didn’t have any passes to use – but Ashley knows better than to expect that from Dr. Flower. Besides, Ashley couldn’t deny – not even to herself – that it was her own fault for using a bathroom pass for texting on her cell phone and getting her passes taken away. But mostly, Ashley just thought back to lunchtime and how if she had just done it then when she had the chance, she wouldn’t be sitting here in soiled panties now. DAMMIT! I was already sitting on the toilet, for pete’s sake, Ashley thinks to herself, as she pounds her desk in frustration, how could I have not just taken the shit when I had the chance.
Of course, pounding on her desk like that wasn’t a wise move – especially if she was trying to remain inconspicuous. “Is there a problem, young lady?” Mrs. Defequer asks her. “No Ma’am – I’m sorry,” Ashley quickly apologizes, “I was just thinking about something else.” “Well, I suggest you start thinking about French,” Mrs. Defequer warns her, “Or would you prefer writing ‘I must learn to pay attention in French class’ 100 times?” Ashley then promises Mrs. Defequer that she’ll pay attention and that the 100 times is not necessary. Ashley hates punishment writing assignments.
Fortunately, French class ends without further incident. Ashley is relieved because now she has only one more class to go before she can get home and clean herself up. Naturally, she dreads the thought of what she’s going to have to do, but she’s even more eager to get it done and to get herself into clean panties again. Ashley also starts to feel a fullness in her bladder but it’s no big deal – she’ll just take care of that when she gets home, as well. But for now, it’s off to her 8th period Government & Civics class with Miss Bliss. It’s her favorite class and Miss Bliss is her favorite teacher. But on this day, she just wants to get it over with, so she can get out of there with her dignity intact. Once again, Ashley maneuvers the hallways with caution as she considers this the most crucial time to avoid being caught. She doesn’t think the mess has leaked through her panties and stained her jeans nor does she think the mess has formed a bulge back there, but still she walks trying to keep her butt facing the wall, just in case. She walks past a display featuring the five finalists for Homecoming Queen. Of course, Ashley is one of them and many consider her the favorite to win. She wonders if getting caught with this mess now will affect the voting. I mean, who wants a homecoming queen that messes in her panties, she thinks to herself.
Ashley makes it to her last class and quickly deposits her butt into her assigned seat. Once again, she is disgusted by the feel of the mess smearing worse in her panties and on her backside. She tries not to react (so as not to draw attention to herself), but suddenly she notices Miss Bliss staring at her intently. Ashley gets a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. As the bell rings and the students in the class all get settled into their seats, Miss Bliss asks to speak with Ashley. “Outside in the hall, please,” she tells the senior beauty. Ashley doesn’t like the sound of that, but obviously she has no choice but to follow her teacher into the hallway. Once there, Miss Bliss take a moment to stare at Ashley sternly.
“I’m sorry, Ashley, but there’s no easy way to ask you this,’ Miss Bliss says, “But have you soiled your panties today?” Ashley tries to play it off at first like she doesn’t understand the question. “Ashley, have you soiled your panties today?” Miss Bliss repeats the question, “Do you have a mess in your panties right now?” Ashley tries to deny it, but Miss Bliss isn’t buying it. She gives Ashley another stern and disbelieving look. “Come on, Ashley, don’t make it worse by lying,” Miss Bliss tells her, “I could tell by the way you were walking when you came in.” “Do you really think I can’t tell when a girl’s got a load in her panties,” Miss Bliss continues, “And standing here next to you like this, do you really think I can’t smell it?”
Ashley is a bright girl and she, of course, knows she’s caught now. But still she just can’t bring herself to admit doing it. She denies it once again. Miss Bliss just shakes her head and tells Ashley how disappointed she is in her – apparently not so much referring to the accident itself but to her not being honest in admitting to having done it. “Well then, young lady, we’re just going to have to have a panty inspection,” Miss Bliss tells her matter-of-factly as she motions for Mrs. Johns – the hall monitor – to come over. She directs Mrs. Johns to take Ashley down the hall to the girls’ room and check her for an accident. Finally, now on the verge of tears, Ashley admits what she did. “Ok – I did it,” she says, “It happened in 6th period and I’ve had it in my panties ever since.” Miss Bliss then nods her head approvingly – seemingly pleased with Ashley for having the courage to confess to something so embarrassing as this. But she still insists that Ashley has to go through with the panty inspection in the girls’ room with Mrs. Johns. The poor girl is horrified at the prospect of that. In tears, she begs Miss Bliss to reconsider. “Please, Miss Bliss,” she begs, “Please don’t make me go pull down my panties for her.” “Please – I’ve already admitted to doing it,” she argues, “Why do I still have to pull my panties down for an inspection?” But Miss Bliss remains uncharacteristically stern – once again, probably more upset with Ashley for initially lying about it than for having the accident in the first place. “I told you you were getting a panty inspection and a panty inspection is what you’re going to get,” she tells Ashley in no uncertain terms, “Next time maybe you’ll tell me the truth BEFORE I have to threaten you with a panty inspection.” “You’re lucky I’m not also writing you up for lying to me,” Miss Bliss tells her sternly. “Check her to see if the soiling is bad enough to warrant a more severe punishment,” she then tells Mrs. Johns, that being the specific official reason for Ashley’s panty inspection.
But even Mrs. Johns is a bit taken aback by the uncharacteristic tone of harshness from the usually kind-hearted Miss Bliss. Once in the girls’ room, she spares the mortally embarrassed senior beauty the added humiliation of having to pull down her panties. “That’s good enough, Ashley,” she tells her as Ashley pulls down her jeans, “You don’t have to pull your panties down, too.” She sees that Ashley is embarrassed enough at having to pull down her jeans for this and obviously doesn’t want to make it any worse for her than she has to. Ashley is relieved and that’s Mrs. Johns for that. “Well, it looks like you’ve fully soiled your panties – it looks like you’ve done your full bowel movement in them,” Mrs. Johns tells her, “But it’s nothing unlike a hundred other accidents I’ve seen before – it’s nothing out of the ordinary.” The point being that Ashley is NOT due for an enhanced punishment that would come from having a particularly severe accident. They both know that that fact was pretty obvious from the start and Ashley is quite upset at Miss Bliss for making her go through even this when it wasn’t really necessary. “The worst part of it is that your panties are completely sticking to your backside,’ Mrs. Johns continues explaining to Ashley, “And that’s because you’ve got the mess all over in there between your behind and your panties.” “You’ve really managed to flatten it all over your backside – That’s from sitting down, I guess,” she adds. “It doesn’t look like you’re panties really have that big a load in them,” Mrs. Johns further explains to Ashley, “But it looks like it’s smeared pretty bad all over your behind and probably between your cheeks as well.” “I really don’t envy the job you’re going to have cleaning yourself, Ashley,” she adds sympathetically.
As long as they’re already in the girls’ room, Mrs. Johns also offers Ashley the opportunity to use the toilet now. “Do you still have to go?” she asks her, pointing over to one of the toilet stalls. The suggestion makes Ashley more aware of her growing need to pee, but she decides to ignore the urge. She just shakes her head “no” as she goes about pulling her jeans back up. The last thing that Ashley wants to do is pull down her soiled panties here at school to pee. She figures she’ll just wait and handle all that when she gets home and has the complete privacy to do everything she needs to do. Jeans back in place, Ashley dries her tears and regains her composure before Mrs. Johns takes her back to class.
Once back to Government & Civics class, Ashley feels the whole class eyeballing her she slinks herself back into her assigned seat. If they didn’t already know why Ashley had been called out of class earlier, they’re surely going to find out now. Miss Bliss promptly hands Ashley a distinctive looking bright yellow piece of paper and everyone in the class knows what it is. It is a Violation Report for the school’s Toilet Violations Punishment Committee. It’s Ashley’ official notice that Miss Bliss is charging her with “Panty-Soiling” and that Ashley must report to the TVPC immediately after school today. Ashley can hear the snickering coming from the rest of the class. All of the other girls in the class had appeared before the TVPC at some point in their high school careers and at least half of them had a “Panty-Soiling” on their record. But still they can’t resist snickering at Ashley being charged with that today. A few of the boys in the class try to start a chant of “T-V-P-C, T-V-P-C, T-V-P-C” but Miss Bliss quickly shuts that down and gets the class back on track. Ashley tries to focus on the class – if for no other reason than to take her mind off having to appear before the TVPC later – but it’s no use. Like all the girls at Truman High, she absolutely dreads having to appear before the TVPC. But then again, she wants to get it over with and get home to clean herself up.
Ashley also finds it hard to concentrate on her schoolwork because her bladder now seems painfully full. When class ends and Ashley starts ploddingly to the TVPC meeting room, she wonders if she should stop off in the girls’ room first. But once again, she considers how disgusting it’s going to be peeling off her soiled panties to do that and then having to pull them back up when she’s done. And she certainly doesn’t want to pull down her soiled panties where, even in the confines of a girls’ room stall, another girl might see them. Besides, Ashley figures that having already held it in this long, it won’t be much longer now.
As Ashley approaches the TVPC meeting room, an intense feeling of dread overtakes her. She stops at the door, takes a deep breath to steady herself, and then walks inside. The first thing that Ashley notices is a classmate and former friend of hers named Brenda. Brenda is already busily at work writing on one of the blackboards in the back of the room. She is writing, “I will not smoke in the girls’ room in school again.” Ashley also notices (actually, it’s impossible not to notice) that Brenda’s pants are absolutely soaking wet. And looking closer, Ashley can also see a little bulge in the seat. She can’t still be on toilet suspension, Ashley thinks to herself but realizes that Brenda surely is. It was Ashley, about 3 weeks ago, that turned Brenda in for smoking in the girls’ room and Brenda got put on toilet suspension for that. Brenda turns to see Ashley, and in doing so, sees that Ashley also has a mess in her pants. Brenda flashes her a broad, sarcastic smile. Ashley also sees two younger girls at the blackboards. One is writing, “I will not soil my panties in school nor mess on the toilet seat in the girls’ room again.” The other is writing, “I will not use a faculty bathroom again.” Such is a day in the life of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee.
Ashley is then directed to a seat in the front row. That’s where the girls charged with toilet violations today have to sit while waiting for their cases to be heard. Judging by the smell along “Defendants’ Row” Ashley can tell she’s not the only girl with a mess in her panties today. But it does appear that she’s the only senior on the bench with such an accident. Most of the other girls charged with “Panty-Soiling today look like freshmen. It’s obviously quite shameful for any high school girl to be soiling her panties, but it’s obviously the most shameful for a senior and Ashley is intensely aware of that. Jenny is the only other senior sitting along “Defendants’ Row” and she is charged with “Smoking in the Girls’ Room.”
But on this particular chilly and blustery early November afternoon, Ashley just wasn’t herself. She walked gingerly in small, measured steps as she carefully maneuvered the hallways making her way from 6th period Physics class to 7th period French. She slunked rather than strode, her smile missing, looking down at the floor, too ashamed to make eye contact with anyone. She felt it with each step she took and though she held out hope that it wasn’t too bad, she knew it was bad enough. I mean, any mess in the panties of a high school senior is bad enough, she thought to herself, she just hoped that it wasn’t so bad that her panties couldn’t contain it. So far it seemed that no one else could tell that she’d had an accident and Ashley wanted desperately to keep it that way. But even with the small, measured steps she took, she could feel the mess spreading worse in her panties.
Sure, Ashley had embarrassingly wet her pants in school a little over a month ago, but that was only a little bit when she tripped and fell while running to get to the girls’ room. But never before (at least that she could remember) had she had this particular kind of accident. And even when she’d had full-blown wetting accidents – like the 2 times it happened back when she was a freshman – it was nothing like this. Those were indeed unpleasant but this was much, much worse. And now having had this type of accident herself, Ashley understood why her school punished this sort of accident more severely than wetting ones. The tall, blonde-haired beauty felt disgusted almost as much as she felt ashamed.
She was happy to make it to 7th period French undetected – she feared that the walking from class to class was the most crucial time to avoid being caught. But it was, of course, excruciating to sit down once she got there. Sitting down did even worse to smear the mess than walking did. All she can do is hope that it doesn’t cause a noticeable bulge or leave a stain in the back of her snug fitting jeans.
As French class begins, Ashley tries hard to focus on Mrs. Defequer and the lesson at hand. The last thing she needs at this point is for the teacher to suspect something is wrong and then come closer to investigate. But as French class goes on, Ashley cannot help but contemplate her situation. How could this have happened, Ashley thinks to herself. She wants to close her eyes and then wake up and realize that this was nothing more than a bad dream. But sitting there in French class that afternoon, Ashley knew that the mess she was sitting in was all too real. How could she have done this, Ashley contemplates, she is 18 years old and a high school senior, for pete’s sake – how could she have done poop in her panties. She tries to rationalize it a bit and blame it on Dr. Flower. And while it probably wouldn’t have happened if Dr. Flower had just let her go to the girls’ room when she asked, Ashley knew she had no one but herself to blame for this.
As poor Ashley sits there in French class in her messy panties, she thinks back to lunchtime and how easily this all could have been avoided. Having 5th period lunch should have made it easy for Ashley. This could have all been part of her usual routine. By visiting the girls’ room after eating lunch 5th period, her bladder would be good the rest of the day and she wouldn’t need to go again until she got home from school. During basketball and track seasons, of course, she’d have to go again before practice but that was to be expected. Ashley wasn’t as obsessive about it as her friends were – I mean, Ashley easily went at school when she needed to – but like anyone else, she certainly preferred going at home to going at school.
It seemed so simple now that Ashley was suffering with a mess in her panties, but it wasn’t so simple at lunchtime earlier today. Where it was so simple to just step into the girls’ room right across from the cafeteria and pee during lunchtime, it just wasn’t so simple to do the other thing there. The convenience of a girls’ room right across from the cafeteria was a double edged sword. It was a convenient pit stop for girls during lunchtime – not only to pee but to comb their hair, fix their make-up, or to just hang out and socialize like high school girls often do in bathrooms. Simply put, as convenient as it was to pee there, it just wasn’t as conducive a place when you had to do more than just pee. Again, Ashley wasn’t as obsessive as some, but having a lot of privacy when that more personal need arose was very important to Ashley. It seemed so ridiculous now – especially as Ashley had no choice but to sit there in the consequences of that decision – but it seemed to make sense at the time. It actually made perfect sense at the time. She’d get a pass from Dr. Flower during Physics class 6th period and she’d take care of that particular business then – in one of the nicer girls’ rooms upstairs and during class time when she stood a good chance of actually being alone in the girls’ room.
Yes, it seemed like the perfect plan to take care of what she now somewhat urgently needed to do. Dr. Flower was a strict teacher but she was fair. Every student got 3 bathroom passes per month and Ashley knew she hadn’t used any of them yet in November. Yeah, it was the perfect plan, Ashley now thought to herself, everything would have been fine if I actually did have a bathroom pass available. Inexplicably, Ashley had forgotten about the incident back in October when she got caught loitering and texting on her cell phone in the girls’ room. And most unfortunately for Ashley, she was doing that while on a bathroom pass from Dr. Flower. Ashley had also forgotten that Dr. Flower had taken away her October and November bathroom passes for that. But Dr. Flower, of course, had not forgotten. And when Ashley did ask to use a pass during 6th period this afternoon, she was quickly informed that she had no passes available to be used. Well, I guess we can all figure out what happened next.
Of course, Ashley tried with all her might to hold it in, but it was no use. She had already been holding it in a while and not being allowed to go during 6th period, it was just too much. She was indeed able to hold it in for a while – almost making it to the end of class – but she simply could not hold it in long enough. Simply put, poor Ashley – arguably, the Queen Bee of Truman High – soon found herself sitting in Physics class in soiled panties. All that was left now for the gorgeous 18 year old high school senior, was to get through the rest of the day and make it home to get herself cleaned up before anyone else found out what she’d done.
And now sitting here in French class one period later, she still held out that hope. But mostly Ashley was just mad at herself. How could I have possibly let this happen, she keeps asking herself. She wants to blame Dr. Flower – she certainly could have let her girls’ room even if she didn’t have any passes to use – but Ashley knows better than to expect that from Dr. Flower. Besides, Ashley couldn’t deny – not even to herself – that it was her own fault for using a bathroom pass for texting on her cell phone and getting her passes taken away. But mostly, Ashley just thought back to lunchtime and how if she had just done it then when she had the chance, she wouldn’t be sitting here in soiled panties now. DAMMIT! I was already sitting on the toilet, for pete’s sake, Ashley thinks to herself, as she pounds her desk in frustration, how could I have not just taken the shit when I had the chance.
Of course, pounding on her desk like that wasn’t a wise move – especially if she was trying to remain inconspicuous. “Is there a problem, young lady?” Mrs. Defequer asks her. “No Ma’am – I’m sorry,” Ashley quickly apologizes, “I was just thinking about something else.” “Well, I suggest you start thinking about French,” Mrs. Defequer warns her, “Or would you prefer writing ‘I must learn to pay attention in French class’ 100 times?” Ashley then promises Mrs. Defequer that she’ll pay attention and that the 100 times is not necessary. Ashley hates punishment writing assignments.
Fortunately, French class ends without further incident. Ashley is relieved because now she has only one more class to go before she can get home and clean herself up. Naturally, she dreads the thought of what she’s going to have to do, but she’s even more eager to get it done and to get herself into clean panties again. Ashley also starts to feel a fullness in her bladder but it’s no big deal – she’ll just take care of that when she gets home, as well. But for now, it’s off to her 8th period Government & Civics class with Miss Bliss. It’s her favorite class and Miss Bliss is her favorite teacher. But on this day, she just wants to get it over with, so she can get out of there with her dignity intact. Once again, Ashley maneuvers the hallways with caution as she considers this the most crucial time to avoid being caught. She doesn’t think the mess has leaked through her panties and stained her jeans nor does she think the mess has formed a bulge back there, but still she walks trying to keep her butt facing the wall, just in case. She walks past a display featuring the five finalists for Homecoming Queen. Of course, Ashley is one of them and many consider her the favorite to win. She wonders if getting caught with this mess now will affect the voting. I mean, who wants a homecoming queen that messes in her panties, she thinks to herself.
Ashley makes it to her last class and quickly deposits her butt into her assigned seat. Once again, she is disgusted by the feel of the mess smearing worse in her panties and on her backside. She tries not to react (so as not to draw attention to herself), but suddenly she notices Miss Bliss staring at her intently. Ashley gets a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. As the bell rings and the students in the class all get settled into their seats, Miss Bliss asks to speak with Ashley. “Outside in the hall, please,” she tells the senior beauty. Ashley doesn’t like the sound of that, but obviously she has no choice but to follow her teacher into the hallway. Once there, Miss Bliss take a moment to stare at Ashley sternly.
“I’m sorry, Ashley, but there’s no easy way to ask you this,’ Miss Bliss says, “But have you soiled your panties today?” Ashley tries to play it off at first like she doesn’t understand the question. “Ashley, have you soiled your panties today?” Miss Bliss repeats the question, “Do you have a mess in your panties right now?” Ashley tries to deny it, but Miss Bliss isn’t buying it. She gives Ashley another stern and disbelieving look. “Come on, Ashley, don’t make it worse by lying,” Miss Bliss tells her, “I could tell by the way you were walking when you came in.” “Do you really think I can’t tell when a girl’s got a load in her panties,” Miss Bliss continues, “And standing here next to you like this, do you really think I can’t smell it?”
Ashley is a bright girl and she, of course, knows she’s caught now. But still she just can’t bring herself to admit doing it. She denies it once again. Miss Bliss just shakes her head and tells Ashley how disappointed she is in her – apparently not so much referring to the accident itself but to her not being honest in admitting to having done it. “Well then, young lady, we’re just going to have to have a panty inspection,” Miss Bliss tells her matter-of-factly as she motions for Mrs. Johns – the hall monitor – to come over. She directs Mrs. Johns to take Ashley down the hall to the girls’ room and check her for an accident. Finally, now on the verge of tears, Ashley admits what she did. “Ok – I did it,” she says, “It happened in 6th period and I’ve had it in my panties ever since.” Miss Bliss then nods her head approvingly – seemingly pleased with Ashley for having the courage to confess to something so embarrassing as this. But she still insists that Ashley has to go through with the panty inspection in the girls’ room with Mrs. Johns. The poor girl is horrified at the prospect of that. In tears, she begs Miss Bliss to reconsider. “Please, Miss Bliss,” she begs, “Please don’t make me go pull down my panties for her.” “Please – I’ve already admitted to doing it,” she argues, “Why do I still have to pull my panties down for an inspection?” But Miss Bliss remains uncharacteristically stern – once again, probably more upset with Ashley for initially lying about it than for having the accident in the first place. “I told you you were getting a panty inspection and a panty inspection is what you’re going to get,” she tells Ashley in no uncertain terms, “Next time maybe you’ll tell me the truth BEFORE I have to threaten you with a panty inspection.” “You’re lucky I’m not also writing you up for lying to me,” Miss Bliss tells her sternly. “Check her to see if the soiling is bad enough to warrant a more severe punishment,” she then tells Mrs. Johns, that being the specific official reason for Ashley’s panty inspection.
But even Mrs. Johns is a bit taken aback by the uncharacteristic tone of harshness from the usually kind-hearted Miss Bliss. Once in the girls’ room, she spares the mortally embarrassed senior beauty the added humiliation of having to pull down her panties. “That’s good enough, Ashley,” she tells her as Ashley pulls down her jeans, “You don’t have to pull your panties down, too.” She sees that Ashley is embarrassed enough at having to pull down her jeans for this and obviously doesn’t want to make it any worse for her than she has to. Ashley is relieved and that’s Mrs. Johns for that. “Well, it looks like you’ve fully soiled your panties – it looks like you’ve done your full bowel movement in them,” Mrs. Johns tells her, “But it’s nothing unlike a hundred other accidents I’ve seen before – it’s nothing out of the ordinary.” The point being that Ashley is NOT due for an enhanced punishment that would come from having a particularly severe accident. They both know that that fact was pretty obvious from the start and Ashley is quite upset at Miss Bliss for making her go through even this when it wasn’t really necessary. “The worst part of it is that your panties are completely sticking to your backside,’ Mrs. Johns continues explaining to Ashley, “And that’s because you’ve got the mess all over in there between your behind and your panties.” “You’ve really managed to flatten it all over your backside – That’s from sitting down, I guess,” she adds. “It doesn’t look like you’re panties really have that big a load in them,” Mrs. Johns further explains to Ashley, “But it looks like it’s smeared pretty bad all over your behind and probably between your cheeks as well.” “I really don’t envy the job you’re going to have cleaning yourself, Ashley,” she adds sympathetically.
As long as they’re already in the girls’ room, Mrs. Johns also offers Ashley the opportunity to use the toilet now. “Do you still have to go?” she asks her, pointing over to one of the toilet stalls. The suggestion makes Ashley more aware of her growing need to pee, but she decides to ignore the urge. She just shakes her head “no” as she goes about pulling her jeans back up. The last thing that Ashley wants to do is pull down her soiled panties here at school to pee. She figures she’ll just wait and handle all that when she gets home and has the complete privacy to do everything she needs to do. Jeans back in place, Ashley dries her tears and regains her composure before Mrs. Johns takes her back to class.
Once back to Government & Civics class, Ashley feels the whole class eyeballing her she slinks herself back into her assigned seat. If they didn’t already know why Ashley had been called out of class earlier, they’re surely going to find out now. Miss Bliss promptly hands Ashley a distinctive looking bright yellow piece of paper and everyone in the class knows what it is. It is a Violation Report for the school’s Toilet Violations Punishment Committee. It’s Ashley’ official notice that Miss Bliss is charging her with “Panty-Soiling” and that Ashley must report to the TVPC immediately after school today. Ashley can hear the snickering coming from the rest of the class. All of the other girls in the class had appeared before the TVPC at some point in their high school careers and at least half of them had a “Panty-Soiling” on their record. But still they can’t resist snickering at Ashley being charged with that today. A few of the boys in the class try to start a chant of “T-V-P-C, T-V-P-C, T-V-P-C” but Miss Bliss quickly shuts that down and gets the class back on track. Ashley tries to focus on the class – if for no other reason than to take her mind off having to appear before the TVPC later – but it’s no use. Like all the girls at Truman High, she absolutely dreads having to appear before the TVPC. But then again, she wants to get it over with and get home to clean herself up.
Ashley also finds it hard to concentrate on her schoolwork because her bladder now seems painfully full. When class ends and Ashley starts ploddingly to the TVPC meeting room, she wonders if she should stop off in the girls’ room first. But once again, she considers how disgusting it’s going to be peeling off her soiled panties to do that and then having to pull them back up when she’s done. And she certainly doesn’t want to pull down her soiled panties where, even in the confines of a girls’ room stall, another girl might see them. Besides, Ashley figures that having already held it in this long, it won’t be much longer now.
As Ashley approaches the TVPC meeting room, an intense feeling of dread overtakes her. She stops at the door, takes a deep breath to steady herself, and then walks inside. The first thing that Ashley notices is a classmate and former friend of hers named Brenda. Brenda is already busily at work writing on one of the blackboards in the back of the room. She is writing, “I will not smoke in the girls’ room in school again.” Ashley also notices (actually, it’s impossible not to notice) that Brenda’s pants are absolutely soaking wet. And looking closer, Ashley can also see a little bulge in the seat. She can’t still be on toilet suspension, Ashley thinks to herself but realizes that Brenda surely is. It was Ashley, about 3 weeks ago, that turned Brenda in for smoking in the girls’ room and Brenda got put on toilet suspension for that. Brenda turns to see Ashley, and in doing so, sees that Ashley also has a mess in her pants. Brenda flashes her a broad, sarcastic smile. Ashley also sees two younger girls at the blackboards. One is writing, “I will not soil my panties in school nor mess on the toilet seat in the girls’ room again.” The other is writing, “I will not use a faculty bathroom again.” Such is a day in the life of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee.
Ashley is then directed to a seat in the front row. That’s where the girls charged with toilet violations today have to sit while waiting for their cases to be heard. Judging by the smell along “Defendants’ Row” Ashley can tell she’s not the only girl with a mess in her panties today. But it does appear that she’s the only senior on the bench with such an accident. Most of the other girls charged with “Panty-Soiling today look like freshmen. It’s obviously quite shameful for any high school girl to be soiling her panties, but it’s obviously the most shameful for a senior and Ashley is intensely aware of that. Jenny is the only other senior sitting along “Defendants’ Row” and she is charged with “Smoking in the Girls’ Room.”
Great story of a student's view. Did Mrs. Johns have a load in her panties as well? And Miss Bliss?
Must be the water
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