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PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS NOT A TVPC STORY. I seem to have hit a bit of a writing drought with those, but I'll be back. In the meantime........
“Coffee -- I need coffee,” Rory mumbles as her alarm clock interrupts what had been a sound, restful sleep. Rory, a pretty brunette and senior honor student, really loved her coffee and on this morning she was going to love it more than most days. It was a crisp and clear Saturday morning in the beautiful village of Starrs Hollow, but for Rory this wasn’t going to be a typical Saturday. Saturday was her day to catch up on her sleep -- to awaken gradually to the rustling wind -- and later to casually banter about with her mom. But on this particular Saturday, it was the shrill ringing of an alarm clock that called on Rory to awaken. And poor Rory had no choice but to answer that call. Reluctantly, she rouses herself from her once peaceful slumber and drags herself out of bed. She heads across the hall to her bathroom, raises her nightgown, lowers her panties, and takes a seat. Rory then pees a forceful stream that splashes noisily into the toilet water below. She gives a gentle push at her backdoor, but nothing is forthcoming. Normally, that is also a part of her morning ritual, but apparently on Saturdays, her body is accustomed to doing that particular function much later in the morning. Well, no sense pushing it -- so to speak -- Rory thinks to herself as she abandons that effort. She then quickly rolls some toilet paper and dries herself.
By the time Rory wipes and flushes and is pulling up her underwear, her mom is already waiting at the bathroom door with that big mug of coffee that her daughter craved. “It’s such a proud day for me,” Lorelei tells Rory with a characteristically snarky smile, “My daughter’s very first Saturday detention.” Rory in turn, in a likewise characteristically snarky groan, mumbles, “This is cruel and inhumane punishment.” Cruel or not, it was indeed Saturday detention for Rory over at Chilton Academy -- her elite private school. It was to be five hours of her precious Saturday morning sitting in the detention room at Chilton with her fellow malfeasors. And they’d be at the mercy of whatever busy work the person in charge of detention that day would chose to impose upon them. For the very bright and usually impeccably behaved Rory, it was indeed her very first detention of any kind.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Rory banters back at her mom, as the first sips of that coffee starts bringing her back to life, “You’re enjoying this way, WAY too much, mom.” Lorelei was certainly feeling sorry for her daughter this morning, but still she couldn’t help but be amused at her ever perfect daughter’s first brush with school discipline. Suffice to say, Lorelei -- very much UNLIKE her daughter -- had more than her share of detentions in high school.”
Rory finishes her coffee (well, what was to be her first mug of coffee), and Lorelei, leaves her alone to finish her morning ritual. Rory brushes her teeth, grabs a quick shower, and gets dressed. The full Chilton uniform was required in Saturday morning detention. There was a long list of rules for detention that sat on Rory’s nightstand. She hadn’t actually read the whole thing -- most of them were just common sense. Having to wake up early on a Saturday and spend 5 hours of that Saturday sitting in school doing busy work was the gist of it. For the pretty senior brunette nothing much really mattered beyond that. Once dressed, Rory sits down to a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. With that comes another large mug of coffee. With more coffee in her system, Rory starts to come to life that morning. A quick stop in the bathroom to pee (once again, that’s all she needs to do), and Rory is off to Chilton to serve her detention. She downs some more coffee (this time in a plastic travel mug) as she drives to school that morning.
Arriving at Chilton, Rory reports immediately to the detention room across from the headmaster’s office. There were 9 others (5 girls and 4 boys) already there. If Rory had to guess which students would be joining her in detention that morning, she’d have probably guessed right on most of them. They were pretty well-known as the troublemakers at her school. Unlike her, she was pretty certain that it wasn’t the first Saturday detention for most of them. One girl, however, seemed to stand out from the rest of them. Much like Rory, she seemed oddly out of place sitting there in detention that morning. She smiled at Rory, like the two of them were friends, but Rory really couldn’t remember ever having met her before. The girl did seem vaguely familiar to her, but Rory wrote that off as simply having seen her around school. When the roll was called for detention that morning, Rory did not recognize the girl’s name at all. Her name was Ashley, but it didn’t ring a bell at all. After Rory, 5 more students (3 girls and 2 boys), arrive in the detention room -- the group of 3 girls just barely arriving before the bell rings. Once again, Rory doubted it was the first time in Saturday detention for any of them. Rory, and perhaps that other girl she didn’t quite know (Ashley), were likely the only Saturday Detention virgins in the group.
Right on schedule, Mr. Hawkins, a government and civics teacher there at Chilton, announces the start of detention. “Make yourselves comfortable, young ladies and gentlemen,” Mr. Hawkins tells the group, “You’re all here for the next 5 hours.” He then passes out to everyone a copy of the Declaration of Independence, a copy of the US Constitution, a listing of all the members of Congress, and a roster of countries in the United Nations. For their detention this morning, they’ll have to copy out all that stuff. The group lets out an audible groan. These assignments were strictly as the discretion of whichever teacher was in charge of detention that day. Rory wouldn’t know it, but apparently this is a worse writing assignment than they normally get in detention. And it certainly wasn’t surprising that a government and civics teacher would choose those documents for them to write out that morning. Of course, all Rory and the others can do is take out pen and paper and get to work. The Constitution is the longest of those documents, so Rory decides to get that done first.
As the young malfeasors get to work, detention proceeds in silence. It’s so quiet, in fact, that the rhythmic sound of pens on paper can be heard. Like all the others, Rory writes and writes -- the drudgery and tedium of the writing already impressing upon her that this is going to be a VERY long 5 hours. She’s making good progress in writing out the Constitution, but it’s only half an hour into the detention when all that coffee Rory drank earlier begins to make it’s presence known in her bladder. She tries to ignore the need at first. She’s in a good rhythm now with the writing she doesn’t want to interrupt that. She wants to get all the writing done here in detention so she won‘t have homework.. But its’ after perhaps another 20 minutes of holding it that Rory realizes she can ignore her bladder no longer. Rory raises her hand and asks to go to the girls’ room. Strangely, Mr. Hawkins seems a bit taken aback by the request. “Um….may I please go to the girls’ room, sir?” Rory asks, herself a bit taken aback by Mr. Hawkins strange reaction to her request. Has he never had a student ask to go to the bathroom before, Rory wonders to herself. Similarly, Rory senses some of the other students reacting in surprise at her request. “Sir -- I really need to use the lavatory,” Rory tells Mr. Hawkins, now with a bit of urgency in her voice. “Are you sure?” he then asks her. “Well…..yes, I’m sure,” Rory answers, once again, a bit confused. I think I know when I need to go to the bathroom, she thinks to herself. “OK then -- go ahead, Rory,” Mr. Hawkins tells her, “As long as you’re sure.” He then directs Rory to make a left as she leaves the room. “The bathrooms by the Biology
lab are open,” he tells her.
Rory then heads down the hall to the girls’ room as directed. At first glance, the lavatories at Chilton Academy look old and rundown and this particular girls’ room particularly so. With old-fashioned wooden stalls and large pedestal sinks, it certainly doesn’t look modern. But the stalls are large and the toilet seats comfortable. And with snugly locking stall doors for privacy and the fact that the facilities are typically kept very clean and well-stocked, they are actually quite nice as school restrooms go. Rory takes the first stall, pulls down her panties, hikes up her skirt and quickly takes a seat. She has no qualms about sitting down directly on the toilet seat. The pretty brunette then has a long, relieving pee as her bladder noisily drains into the toilet water below. Rory sits for a moment to make sure it’s all done. A quick gentle dab with the toilet paper and a powerful flush from the old-fashioned toilet soon follow. She hikes up her panties and puts her skirt back in place before exiting the stall and heading over to the sinks to wash her hands. A quick look in the mirror and Rory is soon on her way back to the detention room. Quickly retaking her seat, she then resumes writing out the US Constitution. She has a little over 4 hours left in the detention.
As the long, tedious detention goes on, it isn’t long before Rory’s morning coffee once again makes it’s presence known. This time, though, it isn’t Rory’s bladder that is the issue. Normally, Rory is able to take care of this particular function in the morning before coming to school. But there have certainly been plenty of days like today when that particular need arises at school. With Chilton’s lavatories being as nice and clean as they are, it’s never been a problem for Rory when she needs to have a #2 at school. Like most girls, I guess, she’d rather go at home, but going at school is just something she needs to do sometimes and when she does it‘s just never been a big deal for her. It’s really just more of an annoyance than anything else that such a need would happen now. She’s once again in a good groove with writing out her punishment and she really doesn’t want to stop for another bathroom break. Whatever she doesn’t write in detention this morning, she has to finish for homework and Rory would, of course, like to avoid that. But as the pretty senior brunette feels the coffee loosening things up down there, she quickly realizes that this is just one of those times that she does indeed need to do it at school. “Well, no use fighting it,” Rory mumbles to herself, “Might as well go and get this over with now so I can stay focused on the writing.”
Rory then raises her hand and asks Mr. Hawkins for permission to go to the girls’ room again. She hears a good many snickers from her detention-mates, none of which have yet even taken a bathroom break once during the detention. Yet again, Mr. Hawkins looks at her puzzled and Rory is forced to ask again. “Sir -- I need to use the lavatory,” she says, “May I pleased be excused.” “You were just excused about an hour ago,” he tells Rory. “Did you not go then?” he asks her, “How can you have to go AGAIN already?“ More than a little embarrassed but definitely in need of a toilet, Rory feels compelled to explain her situation. “Yes sir, I did go then,” she answers. “It’s not say much that I have to go AGAIN,” she explains, “I just have to go …um…you know…it’s just that I have to go a different way.” The explanation brings a few giggles from her fellow students in detention and an acknowledgement of understanding from Mr. Hawkins.
But while the detention room teacher expresses sympathy for the girl’s situation, he has some bad news for poor Rory. “I’m sorry, Rory, but NO! you may NOT be excused,” he then tells her, “You already had your girls’ room visit an hour ago.” This time it’s Rory who looks confused. She looks at Mr. Hawkins puzzled. “No, you may NOT go to the girls’ room, Rory,” Mr. Hawkins clarifies, “You get one lavatory visit for the detention and obviously you’ve already had yours.” Rory‘s look of puzzlement now turns to one of concern. “I’m sorry, Rory,” he tells her sympathetically, but firmly, “You’re just going to have to wait.” Now Rory’s look is more one of panic than anything else. This 5-hour detention isn’t even half over yet and Rory definitely needs to go. While its’ not quite what Rory would call an emergency yet, she knows that soon it will be. Certainly, it will be an emergency long before this detention is over. “But sir, I really have to go,” Rory tells him, a definite tone of desperation in her voice, “I really, really have to go.” But Mr. Hawkins just shakes his head “no.” It‘s kind of a sympathetic “no” but it’s a “no” nonetheless. “Please sir -- I have to go now!” Rory pleads, “There is no way I can hold it in until after detention.” “I’m sorry, Rory, but you’re simply going to HAVE TO hold it in,” he says. “It’s not up to me, it‘s part of your detention,” he explains, “You get one bathroom break for the 5 hours and you already used yours.” “Didn’t you read the rules?” he asks, “I was a little surprised you used your bathroom break so early.”
Reluctantly, Rory admits that she only glanced the rules and didn‘t notice that particular thing. “I know it’s my own fault, sir,” Rory admits, “But I really do have to go to the bathroom and I have to go kind of bad.” “Please, sir -- can’t you just let me go anyway,” a desperate Rory pleads. But Mr. Hawkins remains unconvinced, or at least unwilling, to bend the rules for her. “I really can’t wait until detention is over, sir -- I really have to go now,” she pleads some more, “Please sir, I really don’t want to have an accident.” The talk of a possible accident brings laughter to the rest of the detention room. Mr. Hawkins, however, is not amused. While initially sympathetic to Rory’s needs, he’s about had enough of Rory’s pleadings and the disruption it’s causing in his detention room. He puts up his hand to demand a stop to both the laughter and Rory’s incessant desperate pleading. “I said NO! -- young lady,” he tells Rory in a decidedly angry tone, “I said you’re not going to the girls’ room until detention is over and that’s the last I’m going to hear of it.” “You’re simply going to have to hold it in,” he warns her, “And unless you want an even longer detention and more writing to do, I suggest you get back to work.”
Rory, of course, has no choice but to return to her writing punishment and just hope for the best from her bowels. But as the detention wears on, Rory finds herself fighting harder and harder to maintain control. As the detention reaches past the mid-point, many of the other kids are taking their bathroom break. Rory can’t help but envy them getting relief as she becomes more and more desperate to get relief herself. By 11:00 -- with 2 hours still left in the detention -- Rory has finished writing out the Constitution and has started on the Declaration of Independence. But Rory finds it hard to actually focus on the task at hand as she has to devote more and more effort to maintaining control of her painful, aching bowels. By now, poor Rory is beyond desperate and she is starting to really worry about having an accident right there in detention. Soon it’s more than obvious to her, that if she doesn’t get to a toilet very, very soon, an accident is exactly what’s going to happen. The last thing she wants is to make Mr. Hawkins more angry with her (teachers always love Rory), but she knows she simply can’t wait until detention is over. She’s even wondering now if she can even make it down the hall to the girls’ room if Mr. Hawkins does let her go.
Desperate as she is, she decides to try again. “Please sir -- I just can’t wait any longer,” Rory pleads with Mr. Hawkins, “Please sir -- I really need to go to the toilet NOW!” But the teacher just looks up and over at Rory and shakes his head “no.” “Please sir -- it’s an emergency -- it really is,” Rory pleads further, in total desperation, “If I don’t get to the bathroom right now, I really am going to have an accident.” But Mr. Hawkins remains unsympathetic. “I said ’NO’ and that’s final!” he tells her angrily, “I explained the rules and you’re simply going to have to wait.” He also tells her it’s her final warning unless she wants another punishment writing assignment to finish for Monday.
But Rory knows she simply can’t wait. She knows how desperate she is and she knows that it’s now or never. The pretty honor student has never openly defied a teacher before, but then again, she’s never been this desperate in school before. And certainly she’s never messed in her panties in school before. Rory knows now that it’s one or the other and if she doesn’t do the first, she isn’t going to be able to avoid the latter. She stands up and makes a move for the door. “I’m sorry, sir, but I just can’t wait any longer,” she tells Mr. Hawkins, “I don’t mean any disrespect, but if I don’t go now……..” What Rory said next or whether she said anything at all, is just a blur to the pretty, senior honor student. I suppose there was no way she could have avoided it at this point -- I suppose she had gone past the breaking point already. Suddenly the poor girl is frozen in her tracks. Standing up and starting for the door only made it impossible for Rory to keep her butt cheeks closed and therefore impossible for her to stop her bowel movement from coming out. As Rory starts to apologize to her teacher for leaving her seat and for her anticipated leaving of the detention room without permission, her entire reason for doing so become moot.
Standing there in the detention room, in front of Mr. Hawkins and a whole roomful of her fellow Chilton students, poor Rory, proceeds to mess in her panties. Suddenly, there is a powerful push from deep inside her bowels and a big load of soft but solid fecal matter comes pushing itself out. And Rory, now standing and therefore no longer in a state of vice-like butt-clench, is powerless to stop it. It comes out solid and well-formed as most of Rory’s bowel movements do -- a long and thick stick of it, if you will -- but it’s still quite soft and it easily spreads when it meets the resistance of Rory’s powder blue panty briefs. It comes out quickly and it’s quite a bit. Immediately, Rory can feel it start to settle and accumulate in her panties. Instinctively, she sits back down -- trying, I suppose, to regain control of herself. But it’s way too late for that as the mess is already in her panties and sitting down only serves to spread the soft, sticky load even worse. Furthermore, sitting in it as she does, pushes much of it back into her behind. Simply put, she’s now made a complete mess of herself. Rory isn’t quite sure how to react or what to do next. She’s an adult by most standards, but she’s just gone in her pants like a toddler. Only she’s got way more in her pants than a toddler would do. She should feel ashamed, but for now, she’s just too stunned to feel anything. To her it seems like everything just happened in slow motion, but the reality of it was that it all happened just in a matter of moments. It isn’t long at all before the other students, especially those sitting right behind Rory, begin reacting to the smell of it.
With that, Mr. Hawkins begins to realize what has happened as well. “Rory -- you didn’t,” Mr. Hawkins asks her in disbelief, “Please tell me that you didn’t just mess yourself.” It’s just now that Rory begins to regain her senses and starts to come to grips with what just happened. “Rory -- please tell me that you didn’t just mess in your panties,” Mr. Hawkins asks her in again, this time in a decidedly angry tone. As the others start to snicker and giggle at what Rory’s done, Rory starts to feel the full shame of it all. She takes Mr. Hawkins question as a rhetorical one because it’s now readily obvious to everyone in the room that Rory has indeed had an accident and messed in her panties. Mr. Hawkins, in a tone of anger as well as surprise, tells her that he can’t believe she’d do something so disgusting and he tells her that she should be ashamed of herself. Now in tears, Rory is indeed disgusted and ashamed but she cannot help but he taken aback by Mr. Hawkins anger at what she’s done. But now, she’s realized that sitting down was a big mistake -- causing the mess to spread worse -- and she’s gotten back up from seat. Summoning up her courage and her last bit of self-respect, Rory expresses some anger of her own. “I told you had to go,” Rory tells her teacher, the anger evident through her tears, “I told you it was an emergency -- I told you I was going to have an accident if you didn’t let me go.” Now everyone else in the room is a bit taken aback. It isn’t often -- in fact, it’s never -- that you hear Rory talking back to a teacher like that. In particular, Rory’s remark pleases a girl in the back of the room -- Ashley, that same girl that seemed to know Rory earlier and that Rory couldn’t remember. She starts to applaud for Rory and quickly draws Mr. Hawkins’ wrath. He threatens Ashley with another Saturday detention if she doesn’t immediately stop it. She does but she seems to have succeeded in drawing Mr. Hawkins’ wrath away from Rory and, while the other students snicker and giggle at Rory’s plight, Rory knows she has at least one friend in the room. But still for the life of her, Rory can’t remember where she knows Ashley from.
But while Mr. Hawkins is momentarily distracted from punishing Rory for her angry comments or even her aborted attempt to leave the room without permission, he remains completely unsympathetic and outright disgusted at what Rory has done. He lectures Rory some more about how disgusting and shameful it is for a girl her age to do something like this. He refers to it as Rory “disgracing herself.” And, of course, he refuses to acknowledge that it only happened because he wouldn’t let Rory go to the girls’ room when she begged him urgently for permission to do so. By now, Rory is too ashamed and upset to even defend herself. She can only stand there and cry as Mr. Hawkins continues to berate her for something she knows was not even her fault. But even knowing that it wasn’t her fault, does nothing to ease Rory’s shame at what she’s done. At this point, Rory doesn’t even want to argue it anymore. The mess is all spread and smeared in her panties and its’ now all over her butt as well. It is just too unspeakably disgusting for words. All Rory wants to do now is get herself cleaned up and to put this whole nightmare behind her.
“Coffee -- I need coffee,” Rory mumbles as her alarm clock interrupts what had been a sound, restful sleep. Rory, a pretty brunette and senior honor student, really loved her coffee and on this morning she was going to love it more than most days. It was a crisp and clear Saturday morning in the beautiful village of Starrs Hollow, but for Rory this wasn’t going to be a typical Saturday. Saturday was her day to catch up on her sleep -- to awaken gradually to the rustling wind -- and later to casually banter about with her mom. But on this particular Saturday, it was the shrill ringing of an alarm clock that called on Rory to awaken. And poor Rory had no choice but to answer that call. Reluctantly, she rouses herself from her once peaceful slumber and drags herself out of bed. She heads across the hall to her bathroom, raises her nightgown, lowers her panties, and takes a seat. Rory then pees a forceful stream that splashes noisily into the toilet water below. She gives a gentle push at her backdoor, but nothing is forthcoming. Normally, that is also a part of her morning ritual, but apparently on Saturdays, her body is accustomed to doing that particular function much later in the morning. Well, no sense pushing it -- so to speak -- Rory thinks to herself as she abandons that effort. She then quickly rolls some toilet paper and dries herself.
By the time Rory wipes and flushes and is pulling up her underwear, her mom is already waiting at the bathroom door with that big mug of coffee that her daughter craved. “It’s such a proud day for me,” Lorelei tells Rory with a characteristically snarky smile, “My daughter’s very first Saturday detention.” Rory in turn, in a likewise characteristically snarky groan, mumbles, “This is cruel and inhumane punishment.” Cruel or not, it was indeed Saturday detention for Rory over at Chilton Academy -- her elite private school. It was to be five hours of her precious Saturday morning sitting in the detention room at Chilton with her fellow malfeasors. And they’d be at the mercy of whatever busy work the person in charge of detention that day would chose to impose upon them. For the very bright and usually impeccably behaved Rory, it was indeed her very first detention of any kind.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Rory banters back at her mom, as the first sips of that coffee starts bringing her back to life, “You’re enjoying this way, WAY too much, mom.” Lorelei was certainly feeling sorry for her daughter this morning, but still she couldn’t help but be amused at her ever perfect daughter’s first brush with school discipline. Suffice to say, Lorelei -- very much UNLIKE her daughter -- had more than her share of detentions in high school.”
Rory finishes her coffee (well, what was to be her first mug of coffee), and Lorelei, leaves her alone to finish her morning ritual. Rory brushes her teeth, grabs a quick shower, and gets dressed. The full Chilton uniform was required in Saturday morning detention. There was a long list of rules for detention that sat on Rory’s nightstand. She hadn’t actually read the whole thing -- most of them were just common sense. Having to wake up early on a Saturday and spend 5 hours of that Saturday sitting in school doing busy work was the gist of it. For the pretty senior brunette nothing much really mattered beyond that. Once dressed, Rory sits down to a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. With that comes another large mug of coffee. With more coffee in her system, Rory starts to come to life that morning. A quick stop in the bathroom to pee (once again, that’s all she needs to do), and Rory is off to Chilton to serve her detention. She downs some more coffee (this time in a plastic travel mug) as she drives to school that morning.
Arriving at Chilton, Rory reports immediately to the detention room across from the headmaster’s office. There were 9 others (5 girls and 4 boys) already there. If Rory had to guess which students would be joining her in detention that morning, she’d have probably guessed right on most of them. They were pretty well-known as the troublemakers at her school. Unlike her, she was pretty certain that it wasn’t the first Saturday detention for most of them. One girl, however, seemed to stand out from the rest of them. Much like Rory, she seemed oddly out of place sitting there in detention that morning. She smiled at Rory, like the two of them were friends, but Rory really couldn’t remember ever having met her before. The girl did seem vaguely familiar to her, but Rory wrote that off as simply having seen her around school. When the roll was called for detention that morning, Rory did not recognize the girl’s name at all. Her name was Ashley, but it didn’t ring a bell at all. After Rory, 5 more students (3 girls and 2 boys), arrive in the detention room -- the group of 3 girls just barely arriving before the bell rings. Once again, Rory doubted it was the first time in Saturday detention for any of them. Rory, and perhaps that other girl she didn’t quite know (Ashley), were likely the only Saturday Detention virgins in the group.
Right on schedule, Mr. Hawkins, a government and civics teacher there at Chilton, announces the start of detention. “Make yourselves comfortable, young ladies and gentlemen,” Mr. Hawkins tells the group, “You’re all here for the next 5 hours.” He then passes out to everyone a copy of the Declaration of Independence, a copy of the US Constitution, a listing of all the members of Congress, and a roster of countries in the United Nations. For their detention this morning, they’ll have to copy out all that stuff. The group lets out an audible groan. These assignments were strictly as the discretion of whichever teacher was in charge of detention that day. Rory wouldn’t know it, but apparently this is a worse writing assignment than they normally get in detention. And it certainly wasn’t surprising that a government and civics teacher would choose those documents for them to write out that morning. Of course, all Rory and the others can do is take out pen and paper and get to work. The Constitution is the longest of those documents, so Rory decides to get that done first.
As the young malfeasors get to work, detention proceeds in silence. It’s so quiet, in fact, that the rhythmic sound of pens on paper can be heard. Like all the others, Rory writes and writes -- the drudgery and tedium of the writing already impressing upon her that this is going to be a VERY long 5 hours. She’s making good progress in writing out the Constitution, but it’s only half an hour into the detention when all that coffee Rory drank earlier begins to make it’s presence known in her bladder. She tries to ignore the need at first. She’s in a good rhythm now with the writing she doesn’t want to interrupt that. She wants to get all the writing done here in detention so she won‘t have homework.. But its’ after perhaps another 20 minutes of holding it that Rory realizes she can ignore her bladder no longer. Rory raises her hand and asks to go to the girls’ room. Strangely, Mr. Hawkins seems a bit taken aback by the request. “Um….may I please go to the girls’ room, sir?” Rory asks, herself a bit taken aback by Mr. Hawkins strange reaction to her request. Has he never had a student ask to go to the bathroom before, Rory wonders to herself. Similarly, Rory senses some of the other students reacting in surprise at her request. “Sir -- I really need to use the lavatory,” Rory tells Mr. Hawkins, now with a bit of urgency in her voice. “Are you sure?” he then asks her. “Well…..yes, I’m sure,” Rory answers, once again, a bit confused. I think I know when I need to go to the bathroom, she thinks to herself. “OK then -- go ahead, Rory,” Mr. Hawkins tells her, “As long as you’re sure.” He then directs Rory to make a left as she leaves the room. “The bathrooms by the Biology
lab are open,” he tells her.
Rory then heads down the hall to the girls’ room as directed. At first glance, the lavatories at Chilton Academy look old and rundown and this particular girls’ room particularly so. With old-fashioned wooden stalls and large pedestal sinks, it certainly doesn’t look modern. But the stalls are large and the toilet seats comfortable. And with snugly locking stall doors for privacy and the fact that the facilities are typically kept very clean and well-stocked, they are actually quite nice as school restrooms go. Rory takes the first stall, pulls down her panties, hikes up her skirt and quickly takes a seat. She has no qualms about sitting down directly on the toilet seat. The pretty brunette then has a long, relieving pee as her bladder noisily drains into the toilet water below. Rory sits for a moment to make sure it’s all done. A quick gentle dab with the toilet paper and a powerful flush from the old-fashioned toilet soon follow. She hikes up her panties and puts her skirt back in place before exiting the stall and heading over to the sinks to wash her hands. A quick look in the mirror and Rory is soon on her way back to the detention room. Quickly retaking her seat, she then resumes writing out the US Constitution. She has a little over 4 hours left in the detention.
As the long, tedious detention goes on, it isn’t long before Rory’s morning coffee once again makes it’s presence known. This time, though, it isn’t Rory’s bladder that is the issue. Normally, Rory is able to take care of this particular function in the morning before coming to school. But there have certainly been plenty of days like today when that particular need arises at school. With Chilton’s lavatories being as nice and clean as they are, it’s never been a problem for Rory when she needs to have a #2 at school. Like most girls, I guess, she’d rather go at home, but going at school is just something she needs to do sometimes and when she does it‘s just never been a big deal for her. It’s really just more of an annoyance than anything else that such a need would happen now. She’s once again in a good groove with writing out her punishment and she really doesn’t want to stop for another bathroom break. Whatever she doesn’t write in detention this morning, she has to finish for homework and Rory would, of course, like to avoid that. But as the pretty senior brunette feels the coffee loosening things up down there, she quickly realizes that this is just one of those times that she does indeed need to do it at school. “Well, no use fighting it,” Rory mumbles to herself, “Might as well go and get this over with now so I can stay focused on the writing.”
Rory then raises her hand and asks Mr. Hawkins for permission to go to the girls’ room again. She hears a good many snickers from her detention-mates, none of which have yet even taken a bathroom break once during the detention. Yet again, Mr. Hawkins looks at her puzzled and Rory is forced to ask again. “Sir -- I need to use the lavatory,” she says, “May I pleased be excused.” “You were just excused about an hour ago,” he tells Rory. “Did you not go then?” he asks her, “How can you have to go AGAIN already?“ More than a little embarrassed but definitely in need of a toilet, Rory feels compelled to explain her situation. “Yes sir, I did go then,” she answers. “It’s not say much that I have to go AGAIN,” she explains, “I just have to go …um…you know…it’s just that I have to go a different way.” The explanation brings a few giggles from her fellow students in detention and an acknowledgement of understanding from Mr. Hawkins.
But while the detention room teacher expresses sympathy for the girl’s situation, he has some bad news for poor Rory. “I’m sorry, Rory, but NO! you may NOT be excused,” he then tells her, “You already had your girls’ room visit an hour ago.” This time it’s Rory who looks confused. She looks at Mr. Hawkins puzzled. “No, you may NOT go to the girls’ room, Rory,” Mr. Hawkins clarifies, “You get one lavatory visit for the detention and obviously you’ve already had yours.” Rory‘s look of puzzlement now turns to one of concern. “I’m sorry, Rory,” he tells her sympathetically, but firmly, “You’re just going to have to wait.” Now Rory’s look is more one of panic than anything else. This 5-hour detention isn’t even half over yet and Rory definitely needs to go. While its’ not quite what Rory would call an emergency yet, she knows that soon it will be. Certainly, it will be an emergency long before this detention is over. “But sir, I really have to go,” Rory tells him, a definite tone of desperation in her voice, “I really, really have to go.” But Mr. Hawkins just shakes his head “no.” It‘s kind of a sympathetic “no” but it’s a “no” nonetheless. “Please sir -- I have to go now!” Rory pleads, “There is no way I can hold it in until after detention.” “I’m sorry, Rory, but you’re simply going to HAVE TO hold it in,” he says. “It’s not up to me, it‘s part of your detention,” he explains, “You get one bathroom break for the 5 hours and you already used yours.” “Didn’t you read the rules?” he asks, “I was a little surprised you used your bathroom break so early.”
Reluctantly, Rory admits that she only glanced the rules and didn‘t notice that particular thing. “I know it’s my own fault, sir,” Rory admits, “But I really do have to go to the bathroom and I have to go kind of bad.” “Please, sir -- can’t you just let me go anyway,” a desperate Rory pleads. But Mr. Hawkins remains unconvinced, or at least unwilling, to bend the rules for her. “I really can’t wait until detention is over, sir -- I really have to go now,” she pleads some more, “Please sir, I really don’t want to have an accident.” The talk of a possible accident brings laughter to the rest of the detention room. Mr. Hawkins, however, is not amused. While initially sympathetic to Rory’s needs, he’s about had enough of Rory’s pleadings and the disruption it’s causing in his detention room. He puts up his hand to demand a stop to both the laughter and Rory’s incessant desperate pleading. “I said NO! -- young lady,” he tells Rory in a decidedly angry tone, “I said you’re not going to the girls’ room until detention is over and that’s the last I’m going to hear of it.” “You’re simply going to have to hold it in,” he warns her, “And unless you want an even longer detention and more writing to do, I suggest you get back to work.”
Rory, of course, has no choice but to return to her writing punishment and just hope for the best from her bowels. But as the detention wears on, Rory finds herself fighting harder and harder to maintain control. As the detention reaches past the mid-point, many of the other kids are taking their bathroom break. Rory can’t help but envy them getting relief as she becomes more and more desperate to get relief herself. By 11:00 -- with 2 hours still left in the detention -- Rory has finished writing out the Constitution and has started on the Declaration of Independence. But Rory finds it hard to actually focus on the task at hand as she has to devote more and more effort to maintaining control of her painful, aching bowels. By now, poor Rory is beyond desperate and she is starting to really worry about having an accident right there in detention. Soon it’s more than obvious to her, that if she doesn’t get to a toilet very, very soon, an accident is exactly what’s going to happen. The last thing she wants is to make Mr. Hawkins more angry with her (teachers always love Rory), but she knows she simply can’t wait until detention is over. She’s even wondering now if she can even make it down the hall to the girls’ room if Mr. Hawkins does let her go.
Desperate as she is, she decides to try again. “Please sir -- I just can’t wait any longer,” Rory pleads with Mr. Hawkins, “Please sir -- I really need to go to the toilet NOW!” But the teacher just looks up and over at Rory and shakes his head “no.” “Please sir -- it’s an emergency -- it really is,” Rory pleads further, in total desperation, “If I don’t get to the bathroom right now, I really am going to have an accident.” But Mr. Hawkins remains unsympathetic. “I said ’NO’ and that’s final!” he tells her angrily, “I explained the rules and you’re simply going to have to wait.” He also tells her it’s her final warning unless she wants another punishment writing assignment to finish for Monday.
But Rory knows she simply can’t wait. She knows how desperate she is and she knows that it’s now or never. The pretty honor student has never openly defied a teacher before, but then again, she’s never been this desperate in school before. And certainly she’s never messed in her panties in school before. Rory knows now that it’s one or the other and if she doesn’t do the first, she isn’t going to be able to avoid the latter. She stands up and makes a move for the door. “I’m sorry, sir, but I just can’t wait any longer,” she tells Mr. Hawkins, “I don’t mean any disrespect, but if I don’t go now……..” What Rory said next or whether she said anything at all, is just a blur to the pretty, senior honor student. I suppose there was no way she could have avoided it at this point -- I suppose she had gone past the breaking point already. Suddenly the poor girl is frozen in her tracks. Standing up and starting for the door only made it impossible for Rory to keep her butt cheeks closed and therefore impossible for her to stop her bowel movement from coming out. As Rory starts to apologize to her teacher for leaving her seat and for her anticipated leaving of the detention room without permission, her entire reason for doing so become moot.
Standing there in the detention room, in front of Mr. Hawkins and a whole roomful of her fellow Chilton students, poor Rory, proceeds to mess in her panties. Suddenly, there is a powerful push from deep inside her bowels and a big load of soft but solid fecal matter comes pushing itself out. And Rory, now standing and therefore no longer in a state of vice-like butt-clench, is powerless to stop it. It comes out solid and well-formed as most of Rory’s bowel movements do -- a long and thick stick of it, if you will -- but it’s still quite soft and it easily spreads when it meets the resistance of Rory’s powder blue panty briefs. It comes out quickly and it’s quite a bit. Immediately, Rory can feel it start to settle and accumulate in her panties. Instinctively, she sits back down -- trying, I suppose, to regain control of herself. But it’s way too late for that as the mess is already in her panties and sitting down only serves to spread the soft, sticky load even worse. Furthermore, sitting in it as she does, pushes much of it back into her behind. Simply put, she’s now made a complete mess of herself. Rory isn’t quite sure how to react or what to do next. She’s an adult by most standards, but she’s just gone in her pants like a toddler. Only she’s got way more in her pants than a toddler would do. She should feel ashamed, but for now, she’s just too stunned to feel anything. To her it seems like everything just happened in slow motion, but the reality of it was that it all happened just in a matter of moments. It isn’t long at all before the other students, especially those sitting right behind Rory, begin reacting to the smell of it.
With that, Mr. Hawkins begins to realize what has happened as well. “Rory -- you didn’t,” Mr. Hawkins asks her in disbelief, “Please tell me that you didn’t just mess yourself.” It’s just now that Rory begins to regain her senses and starts to come to grips with what just happened. “Rory -- please tell me that you didn’t just mess in your panties,” Mr. Hawkins asks her in again, this time in a decidedly angry tone. As the others start to snicker and giggle at what Rory’s done, Rory starts to feel the full shame of it all. She takes Mr. Hawkins question as a rhetorical one because it’s now readily obvious to everyone in the room that Rory has indeed had an accident and messed in her panties. Mr. Hawkins, in a tone of anger as well as surprise, tells her that he can’t believe she’d do something so disgusting and he tells her that she should be ashamed of herself. Now in tears, Rory is indeed disgusted and ashamed but she cannot help but he taken aback by Mr. Hawkins anger at what she’s done. But now, she’s realized that sitting down was a big mistake -- causing the mess to spread worse -- and she’s gotten back up from seat. Summoning up her courage and her last bit of self-respect, Rory expresses some anger of her own. “I told you had to go,” Rory tells her teacher, the anger evident through her tears, “I told you it was an emergency -- I told you I was going to have an accident if you didn’t let me go.” Now everyone else in the room is a bit taken aback. It isn’t often -- in fact, it’s never -- that you hear Rory talking back to a teacher like that. In particular, Rory’s remark pleases a girl in the back of the room -- Ashley, that same girl that seemed to know Rory earlier and that Rory couldn’t remember. She starts to applaud for Rory and quickly draws Mr. Hawkins’ wrath. He threatens Ashley with another Saturday detention if she doesn’t immediately stop it. She does but she seems to have succeeded in drawing Mr. Hawkins’ wrath away from Rory and, while the other students snicker and giggle at Rory’s plight, Rory knows she has at least one friend in the room. But still for the life of her, Rory can’t remember where she knows Ashley from.
But while Mr. Hawkins is momentarily distracted from punishing Rory for her angry comments or even her aborted attempt to leave the room without permission, he remains completely unsympathetic and outright disgusted at what Rory has done. He lectures Rory some more about how disgusting and shameful it is for a girl her age to do something like this. He refers to it as Rory “disgracing herself.” And, of course, he refuses to acknowledge that it only happened because he wouldn’t let Rory go to the girls’ room when she begged him urgently for permission to do so. By now, Rory is too ashamed and upset to even defend herself. She can only stand there and cry as Mr. Hawkins continues to berate her for something she knows was not even her fault. But even knowing that it wasn’t her fault, does nothing to ease Rory’s shame at what she’s done. At this point, Rory doesn’t even want to argue it anymore. The mess is all spread and smeared in her panties and its’ now all over her butt as well. It is just too unspeakably disgusting for words. All Rory wants to do now is get herself cleaned up and to put this whole nightmare behind her.
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