First Game of the Season -- A TVPC Tale

[Arnold Ziffel]

Katie just stood there and stared – she simply could not believe what she was seeing. She had heard about bathrooms like this from her boyfriend – he said that boys’ rooms were sometimes like this – but she had certainly never seen this in a girls’ room before. It was certainly clean – especially for a bathroom in a park – but that hardly mattered at this point. How can they have bathrooms for girls that don’t have any doors on the stalls, she mumbles to herself, how can they expect a girl to go to the bathroom without any privacy. “This is just gross,” Katie says out loud, “This is just totally gross.” “If you gotta go, you need to go,” Katie’s coach tells her, “You can’t be holding it in all game.” “Have someone stand in front of the stall if you need a privacy screen,” the oftentimes stern coach tells the cute sophomore brunette, “I need you focusing on the game and not on having to go to the bathroom.”

So far, it had been a really good week for Katie. On Monday, the well-liked honor student found out she had been nominated for Class Treasurer. On Tuesday, she aced her Geometry and History exams. And on Wednesday, much to her surprise, her softball coach informed the petite, pretty, and athletic sophomore that she had earned the starting job at second base for the varsity team. But now here on Saturday – the first game of the season against their arch rivals from Capeside High – Katie just stood there staring as these horrible, open-stalled toilets, wondering what she was going to do. Katie, of course, was not alone in her apprehension about using the toilet without any privacy. Sure, they were all teammates and fast becoming friends and it was all girls and they pretty much did these kinds of things the same way. But for whatever reason, the normal way of going to the bathroom was to do so behind a closed door. And here at the first game of the season this Saturday morning, there were no bathroom doors to close. “C’mon girls – you just gotta do what you gotta do,” the coach tells the girls with her in the bathroom that morning, “You gotta take care of your business in here, so we can take care of our business out there on the field.” But Katie can’t help but notice that Coach Barnes just went to the sink and washed her hands – she didn’t actually use one of those toilets herself.

Jenny was the school’s star athlete in all 3 sports she played and she was the captain of the softball team. The tall, muscular senior was a natural beauty without making any effort at it, and she was a natural born leader that the other girls listened to. One thing that Jenny wasn’t, though, was shy and, unlike most of her teammates, she didn’t have any problems using those toilets as they were. She had already sat down and peed rather nosily and forcefully – not really caring at all who saw her or heard her doing what she needed to do. Jenny reiterated what Coach Barnes had said. “Just go do it,” she told her reluctant teammates, a bit of frustration in her voice, not really understanding why this was such a big deal for most of them. “We’ve got a game to play today,” she tells them, “So just go pee and get it over with.”

At this point, the other girls pretty much do as their captain tells them to do. It’s anyone’s guess whether it was on orders from her as their leader or whether it was simply their own realization that as bad as using these toilets might be, it was better than holding it in and perhaps wetting their pants later. But poor Katie still balks at the idea of using a doorless toilet stall. Yeah, if only it was that, Katie thinks to herself, Yeah, maybe if it was only having to pee, I could go ahead and take care of it here. But it wasn’t peeing that Katie needed to do. Well, she did kind of have to pee a little, but that really wasn’t the problem. Katie needed to go the other way – poop, #2, a BM – whatever you want to call it, Katie needed to do it. And while it wasn’t exactly what you’d call an emergency just yet, it was a strong enough need that Katie knew that holding it in through the game and a short bus ride home, wasn’t going to be pleasant. But Katie also knew that holding it in that long was just something she was going to have to do because doing it in a toilet without a door on the stall was simply out of the question for her. Yeah, if it was only having to pee then I could sit down and do it, she convinces herself, but no way am I going to do the other thing without a door in front of me for privacy.

Katie goes over to the sinks and washes her hands. That’s just to cover herself, I guess – kind of just to make it look like she had used the toilet like she was supposed to do. At the sinks, she cannot help but catch a glimpse in the mirror of another teammate of hers – Carly, another pretty senior blonde and the starting center fielder – on the toilet. Furthermore, she could see the usually cheerful Carly not looking so cheerful at the moment. And as Carly continued to roll out several thick wads of toilet paper, a few of the other girls snickered and teased her a bit. It was more than apparent that the poor girl was doing more than just peeing in there. That only served to reinforce Katie’s resolve to hold it in. Yeah! – there’s no way I’m going to be doing that in a stall without a door on it, she reiterated to herself as she headed out to warm up for the game.

As the pretty brunette warms up for the game, she never gives her decision a second thought. Of course, her need to go only gets progressively worse, but Katie has convinced herself that holding it in is just something she needs to do. As they progress more and more into the game, her bowels struggle to get relief and holding it in soon goes from merely uncomfortable to a tad painful. Suddenly she understands why Coach Barnes was so adamant about them using the bathroom before the game. Katie’s struggles to hold it in are indeed making it harder and harder for her to focus on the game. Still, poor Katie manages to keep in control – control of both her painful, aching bowels and control of her performance on the field. She doesn’t do much at the plate, but she doesn’t make an error in the field and she does make several very good defensive plays. That certainly isn’t easy considering how desperately she needs to go by the last inning. When she makes a diving, game saving catch in the bottom of the 7th inning, she really thinks she’s going to lose control. She remains on the ground for several extra moments as she tries to clamp down tighter on her bowels before she dares to untwist her legs in order to stand up again. By now the poor girl is in absolute agony from needing to go so bad and ironically enough, it is her diving catch in the bottom of the 7th that sends the game into extra innings.

Is everything conspiring against me today, she thinks to herself. She had been having such a great week and she had so looked forward to this opening game of the season. But now she was in outright agony from the desperation in her bowels and she started to worry that maybe she wasn’t going to be able to hold it in long enough. For the first time, as the game went into extra innings, Katie starts to worry that perhaps she was actually going to wind up messing in her panties. And to make matters even worse, she is now becoming increasingly aware of her need to pee. Not that that particular need was anything close to her other need, but it was just one more thing that she had to deal with while trying to focus on the game.

The game goes all the way to the 10th inning when mighty Jenny leads off the inning with a homer to left field. And then clinging to a 1 run lead with 1 out and a runner on 1st, Katie snags a line drive and makes a pinpoint throw to 1st to double up the runner and FINALLY end the game. Katie should be happy with the win, but all she can think about now is staying in control of her desperate beyond desperate bowels and her increasing urgency to urinate. As her teammates begin to celebrate, the sophomore 2nd baseman – the defensive heroine of the game – is standing, frozen in place, desperately trying to push back in a bowel movement that was desperately trying to force its way out. She tries to picture herself sitting on a toilet in the girls’ locker room back at her school. She tries to think about how it won’t be long now as it’s only a short bus ride home and she thinks about how great it’s going to feel to be sitting down in there and getting relief. And she also thinks about how she normally hates that particular bathroom – the toilets in the girls’ locker always seem to be rundown and nasty – but on this particular occasion, no bathroom is ever going to be sweeter. At least there are doors on the stalls for privacy and at this point, Katie is not going to be more particular than that.

But fate that day was well-prepared to deal Katie a cruel blow. Just as the two teams were lined up and shaking hands after the game, poor Katie was hit with an intense cramp and yet another mighty surge from her bowels. Just as her bowels once again pushed to get its fecal load out, Katie once again – just as she had been doing all afternoon – clamped down tight to push the load back in. But Katie could immediately feel that this time was different. This time she couldn’t quite push the load back in. Sure, with great effort, she had managed to stop it in its tracks and it wasn’t actually making any more progress coming out, but suddenly her long delayed bowel movement was teetering on the brink. Suddenly, Katie was indeed losing control and she knew it. She could feel that just one more push from her bowels and this big load would be past the breaking point.

Katie’s first instinct is to make a mad dash for the girls’ room in the park. Privacy or no privacy, it was clearly better than doing it in her pants. But the girls’ room was a bit of a distance and with the bowel movement about ready to come out, she was in no condition to make a run for it. As the athletic sophomore beauty stands there in a panic, not really sure what to do, the point becomes moot. Just as she feared, there is another mighty surge from deep inside her bowels and this time, with the load partially out already, she is completely powerless to stop it. All she can do is stand there helplessly and in shame. The pretty, popular, and athletic high school sophomore could do nothing as this rather large bowel movement surged out between her butt cheeks and into her panties. That shameful moment seems to last forever in Katie’s mind, but in reality it was only a matter of seconds. The surge comes, Katie’s control fails, and her bowels rapidly empty themselves into Katie’s pretty, yellow, flower print panties. Her bowels were suddenly comfortably empty but the poor girl’s panties were now shamefully full of a big, messy load. It was solid enough that Katie could hold out hope that it would stay in her panties and the mess wouldn’t be worse than that. But it was surely soft enough that it wouldn’t be something she could just empty out of her panties later and be done with it.

As Katie stands there in both shame and disgust, she can already tell that this was an awful mess. Instantly, she could feel it in her panties and she could feel her panties sticking to her butt because of it. And she could feel even more of the mess pressed against her butt cheeks and all plugged up through the crack of her behind. Those damn compression shorts that they all wear now had caused the soft, sticky mess to flatten and smear even worse all over her backside rather than just settle into the seat of her panties. Katie can’t figure out if she’s more disgusted or more ashamed, but suffice to say, she’s plenty of both. And now suddenly, she clamping down tight on her bladder to prevent her from losing control of that as well. How could I have done this, she thinks to herself, I’m in high school now for pete’s sake – how could I have made a mess in my panties like this. Suddenly, now feeling the mess in her panties, those doorless toilet stalls don’t seem so bad a choice. Why was I so shy to have a bowel movement in a toilet just because one of my teammates may have seen me, she argues with herself, no way would that have been as bad as this.

But as Katie stands there so thoroughly disgusted and so thoroughly ashamed, she suddenly has a revelation. Neither her coach nor her teammates seem to be reacting to her accident at all. And though her teammates were her friends (Coach Barnes always stressed comradery amongst teammates), it’s hard to believe they’d go without saying anything to Katie if they knew she’d gone in her pants. Katie thought about that for a moment. It was hard to believe that her teammates didn’t know what she’d done, but apparently they didn’t. She realizes that those compression shorts she was wearing under her uniform pants that were pressing and spreading the mess all over her backside, were also preventing any noticeable bulge in the back of her pants and helping to conceal the mess. As the girls finish shaking hands with the other team and start heading for the bus, Katie tells herself to just stay calm and play it cool. It’s only a short bus ride home, Katie reasons with herself, and maybe I can still get through this with at least some of my dignity intact.

And as their team bus is pulling into the school parking lot a short time later, Katie is feeling lucky and relieved. Sure, some of the girls have commented on the funky smell on the bus but none of them seem to figure out exactly what it is much less than it was coming from Katie. But Coach Barnes is a different story entirely and obviously this isn’t the first time that one of her players has messed in her panties at a game. And though she doesn’t yet know that Katie is the one who did, she very clearly knows what specifically that smell is. Just as the bus pulls to a stop in the school parking lot and the girls prepare to disembark, Coach Barnes stops them and makes an announcement. “You girls may not recognize what that smell is, but I sure do,” she says, “It seems that one of your teammates has managed to disgrace herself this afternoon.” “With girls your age, I really shouldn’t have to say it,” Coach Barnes explains, “It should be understood that you girls are expected to use the toilet when you need to.”

Coach Barnes then asks the guilty party to raise her hand and identify herself. Katie does not. “You know it’s bad enough that a girl your age would do such a thing,” the coach continues, a tinge of anger in her voice, “It would seem the least you can do now is step up and admit what you’ve done.” Katie obviously knows she’s caught now but somehow she just can’t make herself raise her hand and admit to something so shameful. Of course, that only makes the coach more angry. “O.K. then,” she says, “I want everyone in the girls’ locker room right now.” “I’m just going to have to do a panty-inspection on every single one of you until I find the girl with the messy panties,” Coach Barnes threatens. At that point, Jenny, the captain, weighs in. “C’mon, we all want to get out of here,” Jenny says, “Whoever did it just needs to step up and admit it.”

Katie was by no means, the smartest girl in her class (she was perennially on the honor roll but she had to work really hard at it), but she wasn’t stupid, either. She knew there was no getting away with this now and waiting to get caught with the mess in the girls’ locker room was only going to make it worse. When Coach Barnes pauses to give the guilty party one last chance to confess, Katie takes the opportunity. “Wait!” Katie says, raising her hand, “It’s me.” Of course, all eyes then turn to her. “It’s me – I had the accident,” she repeats, “I um… pooped my panties at the game.” Of course, friends or not, such an admission causes some snickers and outright laughter from other members of the team. This angers Coach Barnes almost as much as Katie having the accident in the first place. “It’s not funny,” Coach Barnes yells at them, “Katie not only disgraced herself but she embarrassed this whole team.” Suffice to say, that ends the comments from the others on the bus.

Coach Barnes then dismisses the rest of the team but Katie, of course, is kept on the bus. She lecture Katie that what she did was disgusting and shameful and an embarrassment to the whole team. “I thought it went without saying that girls on this team are expected to use the toilet when they need to,” she yells at Katie, “I thought it went without saying that your bowel movements belong in the toilet and NOT IN YOUR PANTS!” The last four words are said with particular emphasis and the coach’s harsh tone brings Katie to tears. “I’m sorry – I’m sorry,” is all Katie can say. “I’m sorry – I’m sorry,” the poor girl repeats. Coach Barnes also questions Katie about how it happened. “It’s because you didn’t want to go without doors on the stalls, isn’t it?” she asks. “Yes Ma’am,” Katie answers as she completely breaks down crying into her hands from the shame of it all. All this time, Coach Barnes is busily filling out a distinctive looking yellow piece of paper and that piece of paper is for Katie. Unfortunately, Katie knows exactly what it is. “You have Toilet Violations Punishment Committee Monday after school,” Coach Barnes tells her as she hands Katie that paper, “And I’ll be there as well to argue for your punishment.” The yellow piece of paper, of course, is the Violation Report forcing Katie to appear before the TVPC after school on Monday to answer for this toilet violation.

Before dismissing her, Coach Barnes asks Katie if she still needs to use the toilet. It makes Katie refocus on what is now her desperate need to pee. Katie thinks for a moment that maybe she should go to the girls’ locker room to pee, but then thinks better of it. She just wants to get home as soon as possible to get this cleaned up and no way does she want to be pulling down her messed in panties in front of Coach Barnes in the girls’ locker room. “No Ma’am,” she tells her coach, looking up, still in tears. The coach just shakes her head at Katie – the implication for Coach Barnes, of course, is that if she doesn’t still need to use the toilet, it’s only because she’s already done it all in her pants.

Departing the bus, Katie isn’t sure what to do next. She wants to call her mom for a ride, but she doesn’t want to face her mom like this. She could walk home because it’s not too far but walking isn’t very pleasant with the mess in her panties and pressed against her butt under those compression shorts. She’s also gotta pee worse than anything and she knows she’s not going to make it walking home. She’s tempted to just let it go – after all, what difference would that make now after messing herself – but she resists doing that. So far, she doesn’t think she’s soiled her softball uniform pants and she doesn’t want to pee in them if she can avoid it.

Suddenly, she hears someone calling her name. She turns and sees Allison, a pretty senior teammate and new-found friend – the team’s starting shortstop – standing there by her car. The rest of the parking lot has cleared out by now and Allison is obviously waiting to give Katie a ride home. Katie doesn’t want to accept at first – she feels too ashamed at this point to face anyone – but Allison insists. She hugs Katie and tells her everything is going to be alright and Katie cries on the older girl’s shoulder. She is worried about getting into Allison’s car with the mess in her pants and she’s also worried about peeing her pants in Allison’s car. But putting down a towel over the passenger’s seat, she insists that Katie get in. The girls haven’t been friends long – they just become friends playing alongside each other this softball season – but Katie reminds herself of the old adage that a friend in need is a friend indeed.

On the ride home, Allison continues to comfort a tearful Katie. She tells her that having an accident can happen to anyone and even admits to Katie that she’s had them herself. “It’s never happened to me at a game like you just did,” Allison then explains, “But it did happen to me twice last year in school.” That seems to make Katie feel a little better. It’s certainly not that she’s happy it also happened to Allison, but it makes her feel a little better to realize that she’s not the only girl in high school to have had an accident in her pants. Allison goes on to explain that both of those times it happened in History class with Mr. Feeney. “He never lets you go to the girls’ room no matter how bad you have to go,” the pretty senior tells Katie. The latter comment no doubt Allison’s attempt to pass off a little blame to mitigate some of her own embarrassment about having accidents in high school.

Katie then asks Allison about having to go before the TVPC on Monday after school. “I had to go once for being late class when I had to take a you know what between classes,” Katie tells her friend, “Another time when I had to hurry doing that between classes and I forget to flush the toilet.” “But never for this kind of thing,” Katie explains, “I’ve never had to go there for having an accident before.” Worried, she asks Allison what kind of punishment she can expect for this. “Relax, you don’t get it that bad at all for a first offense,” Allison tells her, “In fact, I only got a warning for my first time.” “I don’t think you’ll get off with only a warning because you have those other offenses,” Allison continues, “But I still think it’s only a detention or two and maybe a 100 lines for a first accident.” “I mean, I only got 200 lines and 2 detentions for my second accident,” she adds. That seems to allay some of Katie’s worries and she perks up a bit and dries her eyes.

[Arnold Ziffel]

As Allison pulls into the driveway, Katie is relieved to discover that neither her mother nor her little sister are at home. She realizes that her mom is eventually going to find out, but she’d certainly rather have the house to herself while she deals with cleaning up herself and her mess. As she steps out of Allison’s car, she feels a hard stream of pee escape. It’s enough to wet her panties in the crotch, but fortunately she manages to clamp it off before it gets worse. Allison offers to come inside to help Katie clean up, but Katie insists that she’d rather do it herself. She then hurries inside and hurries upstairs to the bathroom. She feels her bladder slowly leaking all the way. She hurriedly kicks off her softball cleats and her uniform pants before stepping into the shower and just letting her painfully aching bladder let go. It takes a while for her panties to become saturated with it, but eventually that happens. And as her pee keeps flowing out, her panties can no longer absorb any of it. Soon, Katie is just standing there in the shower as streams of hot pee flow freely down both her legs. The feeling of relief is tangible but the feelings of both disgust and shame are no less powerful. As the flow of pee finally slows and eventually stops, the flow of tears begins anew. The feelings of both shame and disgust, now at having gone both ways in her panties, are just too much to bear.

Katie quickly realizes, though, that she best not waste time on that now. There’s no telling when her mom and sister are coming home and she desperately wants to have this all taken care of before then. Contemplating what to do next, Katie decides not to even attempt to step over to the toilet clean herself there. Instead, she decides to try and just let the shower water do the work. Under the circumstances, it probably is the best thing to do, but those compression shorts haven’t made the job any easier. In fact, they’ve done such a thorough job of pressing the mess into her behind that she eventually needs to use a washcloth to fully dislodge the mess from her behind. She has to be thankful for the compression shorts, though, because they did spar her softball uniform pants any damage. But those shorts themselves, her badly soiled panties, the washcloth and even her pee drenched socks go straight into a plastic garbage bag, which she later carefully buries under other garbage in the garbage can in the garage. After cleaning out the bathtub, Katie takes a while to just there letting the warm shower water wash her over, just enjoying the feeling of finally being clean. When her mom and sister get home a short time later, they are none the wiser as to what Katie has just been through.

Later that night, alone in her room, Katie gives it a good cry once again about the shameful events of the day. She comforts herself with Allison’s kind words and example that she’s not the only girl her age that this has ever happened to. Allison gives her a call later to find out how she’s doing and invites her out to the movies with a small group of her teammates. Katie is thankful for the invite but definitely not in the mood to go and face everyone again. Instead Katie begins to focus on the dread of having to go back to school on Monday and face the teasing that’s surely coming her way over this. And looming in the back of her mind, of course, is Monday afternoon and her visit to the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee.

But back in school on Monday, the reality is not nearly as bad as she had anticipated. It would seem that more girls than Katie knows have done this same thing (at least in school if not necessarily at a sporting event for their school) and don’t take any comfort in that shame having happened to another girl. And even those who might be inclined to tease her about are no doubt aware of the TVPC rules against teasing over toilet-related matters and definitely don’t want to face any punishment themselves. One minor incident occurs right after 5th period when Katie stops off in the girls’ room before heading down to lunch. She not only urinates but takes care of a bowel movement as well. She is greeted by several of her softball teammates as she emerges from the stall. Apparently aware of the fact that Katie has done a bowel movement in there, they teasingly give her a round of applause for doing it in the toilet this time. It’s more a friendly kind of teasing than anything mean spirited but Katie is still in no mood to see any humor in what has happened to her. They quickly stop and apologize when they see how much it upsets Katie. Otherwise, the usually cheery Katie just glumly goes about her day, dreading having to face the TVPC later that afternoon. Katie can’t really decide if she wants to just put it off forever or whether she just wants it to come quickly so she can get it over with.

Finally, 3:00 arrives. Normally it’s a happy time for Katie as she heads to softball practice, but obviously today, she has someplace to go first – specifically to the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee. On the way, she stops off in the girls’ room to pee. It’s more a nervous pee than really having to go, but Katie isn’t taking any chances. The last thing she needs is to have another accident while actually standing before the committee. Entering the TVPC meeting room, Katie is led to a seat next to other girls charged with toilet violations today. Katie sees that she’s not the only girl to be charged with soiling her panties and she takes some comfort in that.

Katie also sees that her case – having happened over the weekend – is first on the agenda. But before actually getting to her case, Mr. Ziffel, the Chairman, must take a moment to address a cute junior brunette named Piper who arrives just after the bell. “Um …. I was in the girls’ room,” Piper says apologetically, “I’m sorry but I was taking a um….. a um…. you know, I was a taking a ………” “You mean, you were having a bowel movement,” Mrs. Karbopple, a TVPC member, asks her. Piper then nods her head “yes.” “School gets out at 3:00 and detention doesn’t start until 3:10,” Mr. Ziffel then points out, “That gives you more than enough time to do what you need to do and still get here to detention on time.” Mr. Ziffel then assigns Piper to an additional hour of detention and orders her to write 100 times, “I will not be late for detention again.” Piper then shakes her head and mumbles something underneath her breath. Katie can’t quite make out what Piper said, but it’s something about how she is here in detention for soiling in her panties and now when she does go in the toilet to avoid soiling in her panties, she gets detention or that, too. Whether Mr. Ziffel hears exactly what Piper said isn’t readily clear. But he apparently hears enough to double Piper’s punishment to 200 lines and 2 hours of additional detention. Wisely, Piper has nothing more to say.

The incident serves to remind Katie of Allison’s advice. That is to just be quiet and admit what she did, say she’s sorry, and promise never to do it again.

Mr. Ziffel then proceeds with the agenda and Katie’s case is the first to be called. The charge against her, of course, is “Panty-Soiling.” Coach Barnes presents the case against her and she argues that Katie should be dealt with severely for this. Just as she told Katie on the bus, Coach Barnes tells Mr. Ziffel that Katie not only disgraced herself but embarrassed her whole team and even her whole school. Katie had planned to just accept it all and not argue about it, but Coach Barnes is really laying the blame on Katie – almost implying that she did it on purpose. Eventually, Katie can no longer just keep silent. “Yes, sir – I know it was my own fault and I’m sorry for that but it wasn’t like I did it on purpose or anything, sir,” she says, respectfully, “It really was just an accident, sir.” “And, sir, it’s only my first time having an accident,” she continues, ever so careful to be respectful and not to make excuses for herself, “I mean, I know I’m not supposed to be having an accidents at all, but I just wanted to say that it is only my first time and it really was just an accident.” She also mentions about the lack of privacy in the bathroom there. “I mean, I don’t mean it as an excuse, sir – I know I still have to use the toilet even if I don’t like how it is,” Katie quickly clarifies, “It’s just that it’s hard to go sometimes when there’s no privacy like that.”

“There was nothing wrong with that bathroom,” Coach Barnes then chimes in, in a bit of an angry tone, “It was clean, it was well-stocked and there was absolutely no reason why a person wouldn’t want to use it.” Katie is tempted to point out that Coach Barnes herself didn’t actually use that bathroom, but she thinks better of that. She knows that Mr. Ziffel doesn’t want to hear excuses and it was Katie and not Coach Barnes who soiled her panties on Saturday. Instead, Katie apologizes for any embarrassment she caused her team and her school and she promises that she’ll never do it again. “I don’t care what the bathroom is like next time – I promise you that I’m going to use it,” she tells Mr. Ziffel, “No matter what the bathroom is like, it’s just not worth going in my pants again.” “I really have learned my lesson, sir,” Katie continues, “This was my first accident and it’s also going to be last.” Katie feels particularly happy how she worked it in again how this was her first accident.

Mr. Ziffel then nods his head approvingly, and Katie breathes a sigh of relief that her case seems to have gone well. I mean, having to appear before the TVPC is never a good thing for any girl, but it seems to have gone as well as she could have expected. Mr. Ziffel seems genuinely convinced that Katie is sorry for what she did and is sincere in her promise to make sure it never happens again. All in all, Katie seems pretty optimistic and hopeful as she prepares to receive her punishment from the TVPC.

Mr. Ziffel then reads the charge again – specifically, “Panty-Soiling” and this time he notes that it happened while she was representing the school as a member of the girls’ softball team. He then sentences Katie to serve not only an entire week of detention but detention sitting on the toilet and also sentences her to write, “I will not soil my panties in school or at softball games again.” 500 times! Katie is stunned at the severity of her punishment – especially the hefty writing assignment. Fighting back tears, she begs Mr. Ziffel to reconsider. “Sir, it was only my first accident,” she pleads, “Please, sir, not 500 times!”

But Mr. Ziffel remains firm. “I’m sorry, Katie,” he tells her, “It may have been your first offense, but it happened while you were playing as a member of our softball team.” He then explains to the teary-eyed sophomore that hers was more than just a simple panty-soiling accident as a panty-soiling accident while representing the school. I’m afraid, young lady, that it’s a lot more serious when you do it while representing the school is more serious. “You embarrass our whole team when you do it at a softball game,” Coach Barnes chimes in. “And when you embarrass one of our teams, you embarrass the whole school as well,” Mr. Ziffel points out, “That’s why we ALWAYS punish these kinds of accidents worse than we punish other accidents.

Apparently, accepting all that – although she really doesn’t have any choice at this point – Katie then changes gears and asks that she be permitted to at least serve her toilet sitting detention upstairs in the 2nd Floor girls’ room. That’s widely considered the school’s nicest girls’ room facility and certainly a lot less crowded after school than any of the bathrooms downstairs. But Mr. Ziffel just shakes his head at that request. “I’m sorry, Katie,” he tells her, “But since this was an accident with a sports team, you’re going to have to serve your time on a toilet in the girls’ locker room.” When assigning toilet sitting punishment, Mr. Ziffel always tries to assign it to the girls’ room most appropriate to the offense. He does allow, however, that her punishment be scheduled so as to minimize interference with softball. Specifically, that she won’t have to do toilet sitting detention on days she has softball games. “I guess you’ll still have to be late for practice because you’ll be serving it on practice days,” Mr. Ziffel explains to her, “But at least you won’t be missing any of the actual games.” Coach Barnes then requests that Katie be specifically assigned to sit her time in the stall that doesn’t have a door on it. Mr. Ziffel agrees to that – noting, once again, that it’s appropriate to the offense. It’s actually not that big a deal, though, because all toilet sitting must be served with stall door open anyway.

Coach Barnes is then directed to escort Katie down to the girls’ locker room so Katie can begin her toilet sitting punishment today. She is still the most upset about the severity of her writing punishment, though. “It’s just not fair,” she says to Coach Barnes, “It’s just not fair that I have to write 500 times for this.” “It’s only my first accident and that’s only like 100 times if it happens in school,” the pretty sophomore argues, “It shouldn’t be 500 times just because it happens while representing the school.” But Coach Barnes is decidedly unsympathetic. “If it were up to me it would be 500 times the first you do it in school,” Coach Barnes tells her, “It should be 1,000 times if you do it while representing the school.”

She and Katie then proceed down to the girls’ locker room. “In there, young lady,” Coach Barnes tells her, pointing to the doorless toilet stall. Katie, of course, does as she’s told. And as she glumly goes about taking her jeans and panties down, Coach Barnes explains the rules to her. She reminds Katie that she will be sitting here the next 5 afternoons that they don’t have a softball game. “You are to report here immediately after school,” she says. “When the 3:10 bell rings, your butt better be on that toilet,” the coach explains, “And you’ll sit there the whole time until the 4:10 bell rings.” As Katie then checks the cleanliness of the toilet seat before sitting down, it’s explained that she can sit either on the toilet seat or on the toilet itself. “The choice is yours, Katie, but either way you must be sitting,” Coach Barnes tells her, “You’re not allowed to just squat over it.” As Katie does sit down – choosing to sit on the toilet seat – she is also reminded about the position of her pants and panties. “You have to pull them both down to at least knee level,” she is told, “You’ve got to take them down like you’re actually using the toilet.” Katie must then adjust her jeans and her panties to comply with that directive. “That’s so a bathroom monitor can easily check your panties while you’re sitting there,” Coach Barnes explains, “So let’s hope that you don’t soil your panties again – at least not while you still have toilet sitting punishment.” Her coach also explains that Katie is not allowed to do any homework or even any reading while she toilet sits. “This is not a study hall,” she tells Katie, “This is a punishment where you sit and think about what you did to get put on this punishment in the first place.” “I’ll see you at practice when you’re done here,” the coach finally tells her, “You’re done here when the 4:10 bell rings.”

Katie is then left alone to her punishment there in the open toilet stall in the girls’ locker room. Elbows on her knees, head in her hands, Katie glumly sits her time. Soon, Miss Mars, clipboard in hand, on duty from the TVPC, comes by to check on her. She checks to see that Katie is indeed there sitting her time as required and she checks to make sure Katie’s panties are clean. “It’s good to see you’ve apparently learned your lesson about where your bowel movements are supposed to go,” Miss Mars says upon seeing Katie’s pristine white panties. As the afternoon wears on, other students periodically come and go. Some are there only to wash their hands and check themselves in the mirror while others sit down in adjoining stalls to pee. One girl comes in and heads for the stalls, a seeming sense of urgency in her step. But she abruptly stops, turns around and leaves when she notices Katie in there. Katie is left to speculate that the girl probably has to take a shit and came here thinking she’d have the bathroom to herself to do it. Apparently, she doesn’t want to do it with another girl in the bathroom. Katie hopes that she can find a place to take her shit so she won’t have an accident and have to toilet sit like Katie is doing. Eventually, Katie finishes her first day of toilet sitting and heads out to softball practice. Some of the other girls tease Katie a bit as to the reason she’s late and Coach Barnes makes her run laps around the bases at the end of practice.

Day 2 – the next day – arrives and Katie reports to the girls’ locker room after school as required. Once again, she sits her time as ordered by the TVPC, being careful to follow all the rules so she gets credit for time and won’t have to serve any additional days. Mostly she finds it tedious and boring. It’s just sitting there on the toilet with nothing to do. It sucks to be sure but it’s actually not as bad as she thought it was going to be. And sitting in the stall without a door turns out to be a blessing in disguise. At first, she thought it would be pretty embarrassing to be sitting there kind of on display for other girls to see as they went about their own bathroom business. And while that was indeed partially true, and some girls do indeed giggle and snicker when they see her there, Katie finds that most girls simply don’t pay any attention to the open stall at all. I mean, it’s not like any girl is actually going to be using the open stall if she can avoid it. Perhaps if was right after gym class and a girl’s got an emergency and all the other stalls are occupied, but other than that, the open stall is not exactly the toilet of choice. But now after school, a girl really has no reason to be paying any attention to the open stall at all.

On the 4th day of Katie’s toilet sitting punishment, a girl named Tiffany comes in and takes a major dump in the stall right next to Katie’s. It’s noisy and it smells and it’s apparently quite messy as Tiffany wipes a lot after she’s done. Why, with 2 other unoccupied stalls farther away, she decides to do that in the stall right to her stall, is hard for Katie to fathom. I don’t want to hear that and I certainly don’t want to smell it, either, Katie thinks to herself. Other than that, though, Katie’s toilet sitting goes by pretty uneventfully. It’s mostly just boring, is how she describes it to her friends.

But whereas Katie’s toilet sitting punishment really wasn’t as bad as Katie thought it was going to be, her writing punishment turned out to be much, much worse. She’d written 100 times on a few occasions before – loitering in the girls’ room, forgetting to flush, and a violation for not lifting up the toilet seat when she was squatting to urinate – but never anything more. For her, 500 times turns out to be quite the arduous task. Katie thinks at first that it’s just a matter of buckling down and getting it done – no doubt while watching TV or listening to music. She figures that writing 500 times should be like doing 5 100 times assignments. But the poor girl soon finds out that it’s not quite that simple. She soon finds out that unlike 100 times where by the time your hand starts to hurt you’re almost done, 500 times just keeps the writer’s cramp coming and coming. With the time commitment of softball and her other homework, poor Katie finds herself staying up late 3 nights in a row to get her punishment done.

All in all, the shame of having the accident and the disgusting job of having to clean it up, was probably enough to prevent Katie from ever doing it again. And the tedium of 5 hours detention sitting on a toilet in the girls’ locker room surely helped to drive home the point. But the hours and hours of writing that long sentence over and over again – 500 mind-numbing, writer’s cramp inducing, times and filling the front and back of 20 sheets of notebook paper – was undoubtedly Katie greatest deterrent. No way, no how, no matter what the circumstances, did Katie ever want to have to do that again. And next time, Coach Barnes warned her, it would probably be 1,000 times instead of “only” 500. As the season wears on, Katie finds herself using any number of toilets at the fields they played at. Amongst them that season, Katie twice has bowel movements in port-o-pottys and once in an old-fashioned outhouse. But Katie does it – anything, ANYTHING to avoid another accident and the consequences that come with that.

[spandexman]

Softball will never be the same again

A whole new meaning to a shitty game. Thanks again Arnold.

[kochel428]

Arnold, I view this new trend of telling stories from the girls' perspective as a very positive development! I enjoyed both of these stories very much.

One thing I'd like to see more of: toilet suspension. I appreciate that you don't want to overuse it, but I want to see life from the perspective of a girl on suspension. Does she try to hold it through the day, even knowing she'll eventually lose the battle? Or does she just go whenever she gets the urge, knowing she'll otherwise be suffering for nothing? Does she try to time it so she has as much privacy as possible when she's using her pants as a toilet, or does she take a devil-may-care attitude, and leave puddles and brown stains in every classroom she can?

I actually might have to write this story soon if you don't...

Edit: ok, I just wrote the first paragraph. Hope you don't mind, but this will be coming soon to a forum near you!

[Arnold Ziffel]

Thanks

Thanks for your kind words. Please go ahead and write your story. I love reading TVPC-type stories by others. I loved Narada's TVPC stories and I'm sorry we're not getting more of them.

As to your suggestions, I'll see what I can do. Unfortunately, I've been tied up with some family business recently and that's going to go on for a while, so there's going to be a bit of a TVPC drought. I think your story would be perfectly timed right now.