Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

[Arnold Ziffel]

Welcome to a session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) – this writer’s favorite fantasy. The story takes place in a high school not unlike other high schools. In this high school, however, there are strict rules regarding the toileting behavior of the school’s female students. Those who break the school toilet rules (including the rules against going to the bathroom in your pants) are brought before the TVPC to have their cases heard and their punishment given out if they are guilty. Meetings of the TVPC are called to order at 3:10 PM each school day in the TVPC meeting room – Room 222 of the high school. It should be noted that where this story takes place you need to be 18 in order to enter high school so all persons depicted, even though entirely fictional, are at least 18 years of age.

My name is Arnold Ziffel and I’m chairman of the TVPC. What follows are the summary minutes of the TVPC meeting of April 4, 2018..

Like most days here at the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC), we have several accident cases to deal with and that is where we’ll begin today’s session. The first case is actually from yesterday and is a charge of panty-soiling against a loud, outgoing junior brunette named Trish. “I had Trish in detention yesterday writing lines,” reports Miss Spellman, her Math teacher, “I had to punish her for constantly talking to her friends AUSTIN AND ALLEY.” It was far from her first offense so I had her in detention for the long haul,” Miss Spellman explains, “And I didn’t notice the mess in her panties until she got up to hand in her lines.” The point, of course, is that it was too late to include on yesterday’s TVPC agenda. “I’m thinking she may have actually done it earlier in the day,” the pretty, blonde-haired Math teacher clarifies, “But I just couldn’t tell for sure until she was done with her lines and was handing them in.” “I could tell by the way she got up and then by the way she was walking,” Miss Spellman tells us, “And then as she turned and was walking away, I could definitely see a bulge in the seat of her pants.” “Shame on you, Trish,” she tells the girl, “You’re a junior now -- Shame on you for having another accident at your age.” Trish has 3 prior panty-soiling accidents this school year -- one of which was a doubleheader. A “doubleheader,” of course, is when a girl goes both ways in her pants. “As I said, I didn’t really notice it until Trish was done with her detention,” Miss Spellman reiterates, “But I’m thinking she may have already done it by the time she reported to me for detention.” “Maybe she had already done some of it in her pants beforehand and then it got worse as she sat in detention writing her lines,” the pretty Math teacher suggests.

But Trish insists that it only happened while she was in detention with Miss Spellman. “She had me in detention for like forever,” Trish tells us, but with a snide tone meant more for her Math teacher, “She made me stay for almost 2 hours.” “She made me write until it felt like my arm was about to fall off,” Trish continues in an uncharacteristic angry tone, “And I’ve got even more lines to write for homework tonight.” “And you’d better do them, too,” Miss Spellman, in an equally uncharacteristic angry tone, snaps right back at her, “Or you’ll find yourself right back in detention tomorrow.” “Hopefully, this time if you have to go, you’ll have enough sense to go do it in the toilet instead of your pants,” Miss Spellman adds.

Trish is a compulsive chatterbox and it’s certainly no surprise to hear of her being punished for talking in class. Still, Miss Spellman is usually one of our most easy-going teachers and it is definitely quite unusual to hear of her punishing a student so severely. But that is of no concern to the TVPC. Our concern, of course, is the load that Trish did in her pants yesterday. When I ask her about that, Trish reiterates that it happened entirely in Miss Spellman’s detention. “As I said, Miss Spellman had me in detention making me write lines until it felt like my arm was going to fall off,” Trish tells us. “She made me finish 250 lines in detention yesterday,” she explains, “Do you have any idea how long it takes to finish 250 lines?” “It happened while I was sitting there in detention writing all those lines,” she explains further, “I just couldn’t hold it in so long and eventually it all came out in my pants.” The implication, obviously, is that she’s blaming Miss Spellman for what happened. Not surprisingly, Miss Spellman takes exception to that.

“I asked you if you needed to use the bathroom,” Miss Spellman tells Trish, “I asked you 3 separate times if you needed to go.” “Three times you told me you didn’t need to go,” Miss Spellman reminds Trish, “Three times you had a chance to go to the girls’ room and you didn’t go.” Turning to Trish, I see that the junior brunette has nothing to say. She simply stands there in shame staring at the floor. But the fact that she doesn’t deny what Miss Spellman is saying, tells me a lot. “You know my policy about going to the bathroom, Trish,” Miss Spellman continues, “You know that I always let girls go when they need to.” “I gave you lines to write for your constant talking to AUSTIN AND ALLEY in class,” she tells Trish, “And I was making you write them in detention because you didn’t write them for homework like I assigned.” “Your punishment was writing lines -- it wasn’t being denied permission to go to the bathroom,” the pretty, kind-hearted Math teacher goes on, “I never said you couldn’t go to the girls’ room if you needed to.” “And I asked you 3 times if you needed to go,” Miss Spellman reiterates, raising her voice a bit, “And all three times you told me that you didn’t need to go.” “That’s why I thought that she might have already gone in her pants -- at least a little bit -- before she came to me for detention,” Miss Spellman adds, “I thought that’s maybe she didn’t want to go when I asked her.” But Trish is still adamant that it only happened when she was already in detention doing her lines.

Turning again to Trish, I press her for an answer as to why she didn’t just go when she had the chance. “You don’t strike me as someone who is shy, Trish,” I tell her, “I can’t imagine you’re at all shy about using the bathroom at school when you need to.” “And if you were a bit shy about that, I’d think there would be no better time to use the toilet than after school,” I suggest, “It’s not like the girls’ room is going to be crowded at that late hour.” But the usually talkative girl has no answer for me. “I don’t know,” is all she mumbles. “Well then, I certainly think the mess in your pants is no one’s fault but yours, isn’t it?” I ask. “Yes, sir,” she tells me, uncharacteristically soft-spoken and once again, staring at the floor in shame.

“The punishment gets worse for repeat offenders,” I remind her as I look over her school toilet record. As previously noted, it’s her 4th panty-soiling of the school year. And she’s got 2 charges of “Loitering in the Girls’ Room” and 2 for “Leaving the Toilet Unflushed (after urinating)” as well. I first sentence her to write “I will not soil my panties in school again” 500 times. She lets out an audible groan at hearing that. “I still have lines to write for Miss Spellman,” Trish complains. “Well, if you weren’t constantly talking in class, you wouldn’t be having to write lines for me,” Miss Spellman quickly interjects. “And if you’d have just gone in the toilet instead of your pants, you wouldn’t be having to write lines for me, either,” I tell her. Next, I sentence the junior beauty to a week of detention sitting on a toilet in the Main Corridor Girls’ Room. “Sitting on the toilet?” she asks, once again unhappy with her punishment. “Yes, young lady, sitting on the toilet,” I tell her, “When you don’t go sit on the toilet when you need to, you end up sitting for a longer time in detention.” And given the other circumstances of this violation, I also sentence her to a week of toilet sitting during her 4th period study hall and writing Miss Spellman a 1,000 word letter of apology. “Next time you lie to a teacher and say you don’t have to go when you really do, you can expect to be punished even worse,” I warn her sternly, “Most teachers wouldn’t have even cared if you needed to go to the bathroom during detention.”

Our next case is a pretty, sophomore brunette named Mallory. She soiled her panties earlier this afternoon, a fact underscored by the big bulge in the seat of skin-tight jeans. “Really, Mallory,” I tell her, “If you’re going to wear jeans that tight, you really need to not mess in them like that.” You can clearly see the outline of the load she’s carrying under those skin-tight jeans. It’s probably not more than a regular normal bowel movement in her pants, but it bulging out like it does makes it look a whole lot worse. Mallory’s FAMILY TIES with our school are quite extensive. Her brother Alex is one of the top students in the senior class, her father runs the local public television station which frequently features programming for our school, and her mother is an architect who has worked on several projects for our school.

Turning to Mallory, standing there with that big load in her panties, she’s already quite disgusted and ashamed of herself. “I guess I just waited too long,” the pretty sophomore brunette tells us, “I guess I just waited too long to go.” But that, of course, begs the question of why she was waiting at all.” Miss Bliss, the teacher in charge of the 7th period study hall where this happened and the teacher who brought the panty-soiling charge against Mallory, asks her about that. “It’s not like you to go in your pants like that,” Miss Bliss tells the girl, “I don’t imagine you’d particularly want to have a bowel movement at school but I wouldn’t think you’d be hesitant to do it if you really needed to.” “And I know you can’t be happy about making a mess in those nice new jeans of yours,” she adds, a reference to Mallory’s obsession with fashion, “It’s not going to be easy to get those jeans clean after packing a load like that.”

Mallory nods her head in agreement with Miss Bliss’s point. “I don’t even want to think about that,” she tells Miss Bliss shaking her head, “This is the worst mess I’ve ever had and I don’t even want to think about cleaning this all up.” “I just want to close my eyes and have it be done with,“ she adds. As to having the accident, she just reiterates the point about just waiting too long to go. “I just waited too long and it just happened, Ma’am,” she tells Miss Bliss, “I tried to hold it in as best I could, but I guess it was just too big a load to hold in as long as I tried to do.” “My name was on the list for a girls’ room pass in study hall,” Mallory explains, “But the accident happened before my turn came up.” Girls are encouraged to use the girls’ room during study hall periods rather than on class time, but the rules are that only one girl can go at a time. But that still doesn’t really explain what happened. I got that Mallory had the accident while waiting her turn, but it still doesn’t quite explain how Mallory would wind up in such a desperate situation to begin with. Mallory is not known for being a particularly smart girl, but you’d still have to think she’s smart enough to get herself to the toilet in time. I mean, it’s not like she’s been particularly accident-prone in the past. I press Mallory for a more detailed explanation. “I doubt that it was in study hall 7th period that you first had to go,” I tell the sophomore beauty, “I’m thinking that if you lost control 7th period as you did, you’d have already been holding it in a while before that.”

Mallory nods her head and admits that she’d been holding it in for a while before that. She tells us that she always goes to the girls’ room during 7th period study hall. She says it’s usually only to pee, but going during 7th period study hall is a regular part of her daily routine. “You always say we’re supposed to go during study hall if we have to,” Mallory reminds us. “I pee after lunch 4th period and then I pee again 7th period,” Mallory explains, “Doing that, I’m usually good for the whole day.” “Today, I had to do more than just pee, though,” the pretty sophomore continues, “I first felt that in 5th period during English.” “I guess I really should have gone during French class 6th period,” Mallory explains further, “I guess I should have used one of my bathroom passes and gone then.” “But I’m so used to going during 7th period, I figured I’d just hold it in and go then,” she tells us, “But I guess I just had to go a lot worse than I thought.” She reminds us that Mrs. Defaquar -- her French teacher -- has a strict policy that allows for 3 girls’ room passes per month. “I had already used 2 of them this month and I didn‘t want to waste my last one,” Mallory explains. “I thought I could hold it in and wait until study hall,” she reiterates, “But like I said before, I guess that was just too long to wait.” She tells us that she did make it to study hall rather easily (she didn’t even think it necessary to go between periods), but by the time she put her name on the list for the girls’ room pass, there were already a lot of girls ahead of her. “I don’t know that it was, but a lot of girls had to go during study hall today,” she says, “And judging by how long they were taking, I don’t think most of them were just peeing, either.” “The accident happened while I was waiting for the girls’ room pass, sir,” she tells me, “As I said before, I guess I just waited too long.” “Well, hopefully you won’t make that mistake again,” Miss Bliss chimes in, “Hopefully, you’ll be a little more attentive to your bodily functions in the future.” “You can bet on that,” Mallory tells her, “You won’t believe how awful this all feels in my pants and I still don’t know how I’m ever going to get this all cleaned up.“

Moving on to her punishment, I see no reason to be particularly severe with her. It’s only her 2nd panty-soiling this year and her only other violations are for twice “Loitering in the Girls’ Room.“ But Mrs. Karbopple, a member of the TVPC, suggests that Mallory be given extra punishment for having a particularly bad accident. “That’s a major load in her pants there,” the committeewoman argues, “I think that qualifies her for more than the usual punishment for a basic panty-soiling accident.” “With her good toilet record, I’m not suggesting we make her clean the mess here at school,” she argues, “But I’m thinking more than the usual writing assignment and detention is warranted.” But I argue that it’s the tightness of Mallory’s jeans that make the mess seem worse than it really is. “If you look at it really closely, you can see it’s no more than the usual accident,” I point out, “I know it looks really bad but that big bulge in the seat there is more because of the jeans being so tight than the load being all that big.” “I mean, it’s definitely a big, healthy bowel movement and it certainly looks like she’s done the whole thing in her pants there,” I acknowledge, “But I don’t think it quite reaches the level of warranting a more severe punishment.” Mallory breathes a sigh of relief when Mrs. Karbopple then drops her request for an enhanced punishment. “But it was awfully close young lady,” I warn the sophomore beauty, “You’ve certainly had quite a bad accident there and the case certainly could be made to punish you more severely for it.” “I certainly hope that you’re thoroughly ashamed of yourself young lady,” I admonish her, “And if the punishment I’m assigning you isn’t sufficient to teach you a lesson, I can easily make it much, much worse next time.” “There won’t be a next time, sir,” she assures me, “Just having this mess in my panties is punishment enough not to do it again.” Well, that’s what I like to hear. Still, Mallory will have to serve 2 days in detention and write, “I will not soil my panties in school again” 200 times.

For our next case, we have a pretty dark-haired blonde named Cady. Cady is a junior but she’s a new student at our school having been home schooled prior to enrolling here. She’s extremely bright -- particularly in Math. Ms. Norberry, coach of our “Mathlete” team is already trying to recruit her. But apparently she’s had a bit of at tough time trying to fit in to a more formal school atmosphere, having been home schooled up until now. Apparently, she’s already run afoul of some MEAN GIRLS at our school. Today, she faces the TVPC for the first time -- having been charged with “Eating in the Girls’ Room.” The charge, filed by Mrs. Johns (our ace bathroom monitor), alleges that Cady did so during her 6th period lunch earlier today. Cady pleads “Guilty” to the charge and, with a promise never to do it again, asks for leniency in her punishment.

“It’s not really a serious offense, Cady -- You don’t have to worry about getting a severe punishment,” I tell her sympathetically, “It’s just that food is not allowed outside the cafeteria.” “Normally, enforcement of that would be a matter for the principal,” I explain, “But when you bring an item of food into a bathroom, it becomes a matter for the TVPC.” “I know that if you’re in a hurry and need to go to the bathroom during lunch, it seems convenient to carry a piece of fruit or a popsicle or whatever into the bathroom when you go,” I explain further, “But once again, you’re not allowed to have food outside the cafeteria.” “As I said, it’s not really a serious offense -- especially for a first time,” I point out as Cady nods her head, “But next time, just make sure you finish your lunch before you head over to the girls’ room.”

It seems like a simple case -- As I noted to Cady a lot of girls are finishing up an apple, or some cookies, or something as they head to the bathroom during their lunch period and it’s not really a big deal. But Mrs. Johns is standing there shaking her head like something is wrong. Of course, I ask her about that.

“You don’t quite get it, Mr. Chairman,” Mrs. Johns then tells me, “You’re not understanding specifically what Cady did here.” She then explains that Cady ate her entire lunch in the bathroom. “It was not just a matter of her finishing up her last bit of lunch as she headed to the girls’ room,” our ace restroom monitor reports, “Cady just took her lunch into the girls’ room and eat it there.” “She had her tray and her entire lunch in there with her,” Mrs. Johns explains, “I caught her in a stall sitting on the toilet with her lunch tray on her lap.” The members of the TVPC -- myself included -- are stunned by this revelation. Anticipating my next question, the ever dutiful restroom monitor then clarifies, “She was just sitting there fully-clothed on the toilet eating her lunch.” “Her being new and all, I think she was nervous and not sure where to sit in the cafeteria,” she adds, “I don’t think she’s really made any friends yet.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Cady states, agreeing with Mrs. Johns. “I just wasn’t sure what to do,” she says, “I just wasn’t sure where to sit.” “Well, surely you shouldn’t have to sit in the girls’ room,” I tell her sympathetically, “Surely, we can help you find someone to sit with in the cafeteria.” Looking over to Ms. Norberry, I can see that she is eager to help. In addition to being a Math teacher and coach of the “Mathletes” team, Ms. Norberry is also a Guidance Counselor. “I’ll help you find a group to sit with, Cady,” she tells pretty junior, “A few of my mathletes are in the same lunch period as you and I’m sure they’d be happy to have you sit with them.” It would seem that Ms. Norberry has an ulterior motive there, but nevertheless it’ll still be good for Cady. As I told her, she certainly shouldn’t be having to eat her lunch in the girls’ room.

Getting back to the case, I believe this is the first time the TVPC has ever dealt with a girl going to the girls’ room specifically to eat her lunch. As I’ve noted, our previous cases of “Eating in the Girls’ Room” dealt with girls finishing up a bit of lunch as they headed into the girls’ room for the usual reasons. But still, the TVPC rules make no distinction between this incident and all those other incidents. This is simply an “Eating in the Girls’ Room” violation just like the others. Besides, I’m thinking it would be downright cruel to punish Cady more severely under these particular circumstances. I merely sentence her to 1 hour of detention and having to write “I will not eat in the girls’ room again” 100 times. “No more eating in the girls’ room, Cady,” I tell her, “O.K.?” “Yes sir,” she tells me, smiling. She’s quite pleased that her punishment is so light and no doubt because she’ll now have someplace else to sit and eat her lunch.

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

Next to appear before the TVPC are 2 senior beauties -- specifically, Brenda and Donna. Brenda is a petite brunette who sometimes has a bit of temper and Donna is a shy, somewhat mousey blonde. Both girls are friends and neighbors from the wealthy side of town and are never not wearing nice clothes and jewelry. Both girls are charged with improperly urinating in the girls’ room across from the cafeteria during their lunch period earlier this afternoon.

Mrs. Buchman, who was monitoring that cafeteria girls’ room during 6th period lunch today, reports that the 2 girls came in together and took adjoining stalls. “It was crowded in there as it usually is during the lunch periods,” the pretty English Teacher reports, “But there were 2 open stalls together right in the middle and Brenda and Donna took them immediately.” “Brenda looked like she was annoyed about something,” Mrs. Buchman adds, “But then again, when doesn’t Brenda seem annoyed about something.” Brenda, who does actually have a very nice smile, shows us her more familiar scowl instead. “Well, maybe if Mrs. Johns had let us use a decent bathroom, we’d have something to smile about,” Brenda retorts. “You know the girls’ room up on the 2nd Floor is actually pretty decent,” Brenda explains, “But instead she makes us use that pig sty down by the cafeteria.” “There’s nothing wrong with that bathroom at all,” Mrs. Buchman, argues right back, shaking her head, “I’ll just never understand why you girls sometimes make such a big project out of just going to the bathroom.” As faithful readers of the TVPC surely know, there is a girls’ room right across from the school cafeteria so that girls can easily use it during their lunch period. “There’s a girls’ room right there not more than 10 feet from the cafeteria entrance,” Mrs. Johns, our ace hall and bathroom monitor chimes in, “There’s no reason why anyone needs to go upstairs or anywhere else just to go to the bathroom.” “Well, maybe because it’s much cleaner and girls aren’t right on top of each other like downstairs during the lunch periods,” Brenda angrily responds, “At least upstairs you can pee in peace.”

Immediately, I grab my gavel and bang it hard in Brenda’s direction. “That’s enough -- The rules are clear,” I angrily tell the pretty senior brunette, “Unless you want to write the rules 100 times or so, I’d suggest you stop right now.” “When you’re on lunch period, you can use the girls’ room whenever you want -- You don’t even have to ask permission,” I tell her, “But you use the girls’ room that’s right there across from the cafeteria.” “Look, I could MAYBE see if you needed to have a bowel movement,” Mrs. Buchman adds, “I could see MAYBE then how you’d want a little more privacy.” “But you two just urinated,” she adds, “As I said before, I just don’t get how you girls can make such a big deal about just going to the bathroom.”

Getting back to the matters at hand, Mrs. Buchman reports that Brenda and Donna each went into a stall and urinated. “And both girls did so voluminously,” she adds. “But neither girl sat down on the toilet seat to do it, Mr. Chairman,” the pretty English Teacher reports further, “Both girls did so by squatting and neither one lifted up the toilet seat first.” Faithful readers of the TVPC know, of course, that girls may squat to urinate -- or even to have a bowel movement -- but only if they first lift up the toilet seat. Turning to the girls, neither girl denies that she squatted, but Brenda insists that they did nothing wrong. “Oh! Come on, sir!” she tells me incredulously, “You can’t really expect us to sit down on those toilet seats -- not in the Cafeteria girls’ room.” “Do you have any idea how many girls pee in that bathroom every day?” she asks rhetorically, “I think just about every girl in the whole school pees at lunchtime in there.”

Again, I stop Brenda before she loses her temper and says something to get herself in worse trouble. “You don’t have to sit all the way down if you don’t want to,” I remind her -- and Donna, “There’s nothing in the TVPC rules that require a girl to actually sit on the toilet seat.” “But if you do decide to squat over the toilet, you need to lift up the toilet seat first,” I explain, “If you’re squatting, the toilet seat needs to be lifted up out of the line of fire.” “We obviously don’t want wet toilet seats,” Mrs. Buchman chimes in, “You would probably be the first to complain about toilet seats that were urinated on.” “There are plenty of wet toilet seats all the time,” Donna now adds. “Well, how do you think that happens, Donna?” I ask her, rhetorically, “It comes from bad aim when girls are squatting over the toilet seat.” “Well, it doesn’t come from us -- It doesn’t come from us or any of our friends,” Brenda then argues, “I mean, we’re practically adults -- I think we can squat and still get it all in the toilet.” That is, of course, besides the point. The TVPC rules are crystal clear. If a girl decides to squat, the toilet seat must be up to completely eliminate any chance of it getting wet or, worse yet, soiled.

I check with Mrs. Buchman to be sure that neither girl did, in fact, urinate on the toilet seat. Actually urinating on the toilet seat would, of course, be a more serious violation. “I must say, Mr. Chairman, that they did manage to get it all in the toilet,” Mrs. Buchman confirms, “They were lucky, I guess.” “It wasn’t luck, it’s ………..,” Brenda starts to argue, a tinge of anger in her voice, before I cut her off. “It’s not really a serious offense, young lady,” I tell her in warning, “I’d suggest you just take your punishment and not make it worse.” In the meantime, I note that neither girl is a frequent toilet offender. Brenda has a violation for “Using Profanity to Refer to Her Bodily Functions” and one for “Leaving Class Without Permission to Use the Girls’ Room. Donna has a violation for “Loitering in the Girls’ Room” and one for “Using an Inappropriate Girls’ Room” -- specifically, that during a lunch period, she snuck upstairs to the 2nd Floor Girls’ Room and had a bowel movement there. Both girls are sentenced to 2 study hall periods sitting on the toilet and writing 1,000 word essays on “The Proper Way to Squat While Using the Toilet in School.”

Our next case comes to us directly from the principal’s office. As faithful readers of the TVPC surely know, the TVPC punishes only toilet-related offenses while our school principal -- Mr. Kaufman -- handles the non toilet-related offenses. Gwendolyn -- better known as “Winnie” -- is a sweet and likeable sophomore brunette and she is being referred to us from Mr. Kaufman’s office. She stands accused of cutting class -- specifically, her 5th period English class -- yesterday afternoon. Her close friend Kevin is here with her -- apparently for moral support.

“Cutting class?” I ask Mrs. Johns, our ace hall and bathroom monitor, who received the referral from Mr. Kaufman for us. “Cutting class would seem to be a matter for the principal,” I question her, “How is this a toilet-related matter?” Mrs. Johns then explains that Winnie cut class for toilet-related reasons. “Winnie had the need to go to the bathroom while she was at school yesterday,” Mrs. Johns explains, “I mean, she needed to do a bowel movement.” “Judging by the accidents she’s had, I think we can safely assume that Winnie does not like to do her bowel movements here at school,” our ace monitor continues, “And this was apparently one of those that she was not going to be able to hold in until she got home.” As Mrs. Johns tells the story, Winnie stands there stoically --not actually confessing to it, but her failure to express any disagreement with it, seems to imply that it’s true. “Winnie left school 5th period to go home to go to the bathroom,” Mrs. Johns continues, “As I understand it, her friend Kevin went with her.”

That would indeed make her cutting class qualify as a toilet-related offense. But before proceeding further in this case, I need to clarify something. “Did you really go home to use the toilet?” I ask Winnie, “Or did you go home to change out of messy panties?” “I want you to be honest with me, Winnie,” I tell the shy sophomore beauty, “Did you make it to the toilet in time or did you have a mess in your panties that you cleaned up at home?” Going home to change out of messy panties would still be a violation for cutting class (as a toilet-related offense) but it would, of course, also be a violation for “Panty-Soiling.” Winnie, unfortunately, has 3 prior violations for “Panty-Soiling” this year. But the shy and quiet but quite bright Winnie denies that she soiled her panties yesterday. “I did it in the toilet, sir,” she tells me, “I did it all in the toilet -- I swear.” “I know we’re not supposed to go home just to use the toilet -- I know I’m guilty of that,” she acknowledges, “But I didn’t do it in my pants -- I swear I didn’t do it in my pants.” With that, the tears start to flow -- the shame evident in Winnie’s sad but beautiful eyes.

“Sir?” then comes a question from spectators’ section. It’s her close friend Kevin and he’s asking permission to address the TVPC on Winnie’s behalf. Of course, I motion for him to come to the podium. “Sir -- I was with Winnie 5th period,” Kevin tells me, “I can tell you for a fact that Winnie did go in the toilet.” “I mean, I didn’t actually watch her going to the bathroom,” Kevin clarifies, “But I think I’d certainly know if she had gone in her pants instead.” “And she didn’t go in her pants at all,” Kevin says emphatically. Hearing that from Kevin, Winnie seems to dry her eyes a bit. She perks up and looking directly at Kevin, mouths a “thank you” to him. I get the distinct impression that Kevin would do just about anything for Winnie. I suspect that he would lie for her, but I don’t think that’s the case here. The truth is that I didn’t really think that Winnie had gone in her pants, but I just simply had to be sure. Still, I guess it’s nice to have a friend like Kevin who’d stick up for her like that. Not to mention that he, too, cut class to take her home so she could go to the bathroom. A friend in need (especially in that kind of need) is a friend indeed.

“I’m sorry I cut class, sir,” Winnie then tells me, “But I just really had to go to the bathroom and just couldn’t wait much longer.” “I just didn’t want to go in my pants, sir,” she continues, “I just didn’t want to go in my pants again, sir.” “I really hate that,” she adds. “Well, I’m certainly glad you didn’t go in your pants, Winnie,” I tell the sweet, likeable sophomore, “Obviously, it’s good that you’d want to do that in the toilet instead of messing in your panties.” “But we do have toilets here in school, young lady,” I then tell her sternly, “And in those toilets you can have bowel movements as well as urinate.” “In fact, you NEED to start having bowel movements in those toilets here at school,” I lecture her, “Obviously, you’re not allowed to cut class and go home -- even if it is to go home to do your bowel movement in the toilet.”

Winnie nods her head in agreement. Obviously, she understands that. But, as tears start to fall anew, she says that she has issues doing “that” in the bathrooms here at school. “I just like my bathroom at home, sir,” she tells me. “I go pee at school and that’s not so bad,” she explains through her tears, “But I just can’t stand doing ’that’ at school, sir.” “I just like having more privacy for ’that’, sir,” she explains further, “I just like doing ’that’ at home.” “Well, you NEED to start having bowel movements here at school when necessary,” I tell her sternly, “Going at home may be nicer, but sometimes you just have no choice but to go at school.” “No choice, Winnie,” I warn her, “Unless you want to start getting more serious punishments from the TVPC.”

With my harsh words, the poor girl breaks down crying even worse. She cries on Kevin’s shoulder while he comforts her and tells her everything is going to be alright. I really hate being so stern with such a sweet girl like Winnie but she really does need to start using the girls’ rooms here at school for more than just urinating. I can be somewhat lenient with her this time -- she’s got 3 prior panty-soiling offenses, 2 violations for not flushing the toilet after urinating, and 1 for being late to class for bathroom purposes -- but she’s rapidly running out of sympathy with us. In the meantime, she sentenced to a week of detention sitting on the toilet (in the Main Corridor girls’ room) and writing “I will not cut class to go home to use the toilet again” 500 times. This is the worst punishment that Winnie has ever gotten from the TVPC. She looks up at me, crying, with those sad, soulful eyes of hers. She no doubt wants me to reconsider that punishment. But Winnie has to learn that bowel movements sometimes need to be done at school. “Next time your punishment will be even worse, young lady,” I warn her.

For the second day in a row, I call Cheryl, a cute and petite blonde with braces, before the TVPC. Yesterday, this toilet troubled freshman stood before us in soiled panties – Her 5th such offense and a pretty severe one at that. Today, she appears before us in spotlessly clean panties and therein lies the problem. Or so says Miss Mars, who caught Cheryl in soiled panties yesterday and who brings her back before the TVPC today. For her panty-soiling yesterday, Cheryl was not only given a 1,000 times writing assignment and long stretches of both study hall and after school toilet sitting punishment, but was sentenced to clean up the mess right here in school down the hall in the 2nd Floor girls’ room. This was the first time she’s had to do that. And, as faithful readers of the TVPC surely know, an in-school mess cleaning punishment also includes having to wear the cleaned-out panties to school the next day. Today, Miss Mars has charged Cheryl with wearing a different pair of panties to school.

I’m very disappointed in you today,” Miss Mars tells the toilet-troubled freshman cutie, “I really thought that having to clean up you mess in school yesterday really made an impression on you.” “I really thought that yesterday’s punishment taught you a lesson that you weren’t soon going to forget,” she tells the Cheryl, “I really thought that it was the last we were going to see you before the TVPC.” “It did make an impression on me – It was awful,” she tells Miss Mars, “I NEVER want to have to go through that again.” “I never want to have to clean up a mess in school again,” she continues. “I even went poop in the girls’ room today,” she explains, “I hate going at school, but I just never want to have to clean up another mess in the girls’ room here.” “Writing and punishment sitting are bad – I hate doing those,” she says, “But that’s nothing compared to having to clean up my mess here at school.” “It did make an impression on me – Like I said, I went poop in the girls’ room today,” Cheryl reiterates, “As much as I hated doing that, I knew that going in my pants and then having to clean it up in the girls’ room would be much, much worse.”

Mrs. Crabtree, a member of the TVPC, smiles at hearing that. “That is indeed the point, young lady, “she tells Cheryl, “When you do it in the toilet like you’re supposed to, you don’t have to clean it out of your panties later.” Still, it’s hard to believe that yesterday was the first time that Cheryl got to experience having to clean up one of her messes. “I can see by your toilet record that you’ve had plenty of accidents, young lady,” Mrs. Crabtree notes, “This can’t really be the first time you’ve ever had to clean up one of those messes, can it?” “It’s the first clean-up that I ever had to do at school,” the braces-clad freshman cutie then answers. “My mom does make me clean up my messes at home, but it’s not as bad as having to do it here at school,” she explains, “Mom kind of yells a little bit when I first get home but mostly she just leaves me alone in the bathroom while I’m cleaning everything up.” “It’s not like here at school where Miss Mars was standing over me, supervising me the whole time,” she explains further, “It’s nice to have some privacy when you’re cleaning yourself up – It’s really embarrassing when someone is watching the whole time.” “And at home I get to use a washcloth and I can take a shower when I’m done,” she says, “At school it’s just toilet paper and you have to clean yourself completely so you can put your pants back on.” “Its way, way worse having to do it at school,” Cheryl reiterates, “I NEVER want to have to clean up a mess at school again.”

“And then, of course, there is the matter of your messed panties,” I remind her, “I really hope you’re not going to tell me that you didn’t know you were required to wear your cleaned out panties to school today.” “No sir – I know I was supposed to wear them,” she acknowledges, her head bowed in shame. “It’s just that the panties were like …… um, you know um…….” she starts to stutter, “The panties were still kind of dirty – They still had a pretty big stain across the back.” “I scrubbed and scrubbed them for a really long time – Miss Mars will tell you that,” Cheryl tells us, “But I just couldn’t completely get the stain out.” I turn and see that Miss Mars is nodding her head “yes” – presumably to tell me that Cheryl did indeed work very hard to clean those panties. “It kind of wasn’t the first time I messed in those particular panties,” the toilet-troubled freshman then explains sheepishly, “I actually had had 2 other accidents in those panties and also yesterday’s accident was kind of a bad one.” “Kind of a bad one?” I ask her incredulously. “Well, it was a really bad one, sir,” she acknowledges. “Like I said, sir, it took me a really long time in the girls’ room to clean it all up and I still couldn’t get the panties fully clean,” she goes on, “But the panties still had this really big stain across the back where most of the poop was.” “I just didn’t want to wear those same panties to school today,” she explains, “Not with that big poop stain still in them.” “Please sir, I cleaned up the mess as best I could in school yesterday and today I went and used the girls’ room for my poop like I’m supposed to,” she pleads, “I really did learn my lesson – I’m never going to poop in my panties in school again.” “Please sir, those panties were just too stained to wear anymore,” she argues, “After 3 poops in those same panties, they really just needed to be thrown away.”

Her choice of words – specifically, her use of the past tense, raises a few eyebrows in the committee room. Of course, I ask her about that. “I’m certainly NOT letting you off from wearing those panties to school,” I tell her, “You’re actually going to have to wear them for more than 1 day now.” “I really hope you still have them,” I tell her sternly. But she tells me that she did indeed throw those panties away. I’m certainly not pleased to hear that. “Well then, I suppose there’s only 1 way to rectify that,” I then tell her sternly, “We’ll just have to find another soiled and cleaned out pair of panties for you to wear to school.” “We’ll just have to have you fully mess another pair of panties,” I explain, “And then, of course, you’ll have to clean up that mess here in school just like you did yesterday.” Suddenly, obviously horrified at the thought of having to go through that again, the poor girl has a slightly different explanation. “Um – I’m pretty sure that I still have those panties,” she backtracks, “I mean, I did throw them away, but I guess I can still get them out of the trash.” I’m not surprised at her sudden change. I figured she could manage to retrieve those panties if she had a good enough reason to.

“Well, you go ahead and get them out of the trash,” I tell her and announce for the record, “And then you wear them to school for the next FIVE days.” She doesn’t like the sound of that and gives me a sad, sorry look. “Yes, 5 days,” I tell her sternly. “You had your chance to wear them for only 1 day but you didn’t do it,” I then explain, “So now you’ll wear them for a whole week instead.” “And you’ll also be doing a little writing assignment for us,” I explain further and also announce for the record, “That will be, ‘I must learn to wear my cleaned-out panties when so assigned’ 1,000 times.” She doesn’t like the sound of that, either. She begs for a reprieve, but I remain firm. “One thousand?” she questions desperately, “All I did was not wear the underwear that I was supposed to wear.” “You violated a TVPC punishment,” I explain to her, “Wearing the panties to school afterwards is part of the mess-cleaning punishment and you didn’t do it.” “But sir? – One thousand times?” she questions further, “It’s not like I did vandalism or made a mess in the girls’ room or something nasty like that.” “And it’s not like I even messed in my panties again today,” she reiterates again, “I pooped in the toilet today like I’m supposed to do.” “Please sir, can’t you just give me a break on that?” she pleads, “I guess I do deserve to write some lines but please not 1,000 lines.” “I already have 1,000 lines for messing my panties yesterday,” she then points out, “And I haven’t even started on those.”

Well, I’d suggest you get going on that,” I tell her, remaining firm, “Because now you’ve got a second 1,000 times to write and they’re both due in 1 week.” “If you didn’t want another writing assignment, you should have worn the underwear today like you were supposed to,” I tell her, “And, of course, you wouldn’t even have gotten the first assignment had you just gone in the toilet like you’re supposed to.” Once again, Cheryl pleads me with me about how she’s already learned her lesson on that and how she went in school today. “I just hate that – I just hate going poop at school,” she tells me AGAIN, “But I know now that it’s just something I have to do sometimes.” “Well, I’m certainly happy to hear that – I’m certainly happy that you went in the toilet today,” I tell her, “But it certainly doesn’t excuse all those times that you went in your pants.” “And it certainly doesn’t excuse you from not doing the punishment that you’ve rightfully earned from the TVPC,” I add.

I also point out that for this particular offense, I’m not assigning her any more detention. For yesterday’s panty-soiling, she’s already got 2 weeks of it sitting on a toilet in the Main Corridor girls’ room. “Be glad you’re not getting detention standing in the corner in the girls’ room,” I tell her, “Be glad you’re not going to be standing there with your pants down so everyone could see the big stain across the seat of your panties.” That really seems to drive home the point that her punishment, though admittedly quite strict, could have been worse. And I also warn her that if she’s caught in other panties during the next 5 days, it would constitute the 2nd time that she’s violated the same punishment. “You get put on toilet suspension for that,” I warn her, “You’ll then be going in your pants for a couple of more days at least.”

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

Before moving on to the next case, I take a moment to admonish 2 girls in the detention section for talking. Addressing the 2 well-known chatterboxes -- specifically, a sophomore named Six and a junior named Lisa -- I ask, “Is there a problem back there, young ladies?”

Six, a free-spirit blonde, is here serving detention for a panty-soiling violation 2 days ago -- a case of her not wanting to use the girls’ room downstairs by the school cafeteria for a bowel movement. Looking at her, I can’t help but notice how she’s BLOSSOMed quite nicely from the gawky, braces-clad freshman she was last year. Lisa, an impeccably stylish brunette, is serving detention for wetting her pants yesterday -- a case of her teacher not letting her go to the girls’ room when she needed to. She barely avoided soiling herself as well but she was SAVED BY THE BELL as class ended just in time for her to make it to the girls’ room for that. Both Six and Lisa are actively fanning the air around them like they smell something.

“Is there a problem back there, young ladies,” I repeat when no answer to my first question is forthcoming. “Well, something really smells back here,” Lisa tells me, “I think Jen just took a dump in her pants.” “Jen definitely took a dump in her pants,” Six chimes in, pointing to the pretty blonde sophomore in the next row from the two of them, “I think Jen took a really BIG dump in her pants just now and it really, REALLY smells.” Both girls laugh hysterically, while still fanning the air from the smell. I admonish both girls that a bowel movement in another girl’s pants is nothing to be laughing about. “I don’t care how bad it may smell,” I warn them, “Around here we don’t tease other girls about soiling in their pants.”

Looking over at Jen, I see the blonde-haired beauty uncharacteristically has her head down on her desk crying into her hands. That’s quite an unusual thing to see from the usually tough acting Jen. But then again, so is a bowel movement in her pants and I suppose the shame and disgust of that is just too much for her to take. I see that Jen’s jeans are noticeably wet and they’ve been wet before, but I’m thinking this is the first time she’s done a bowel movement in them as well. “Is this the first one?” I ask the blonde-haired beauty, “Is this the first time you’ve done a bowel movement, too?” Jen nods her head “yes,” lifting her head from the desk to speak to me. “I’ve wet my pants before -- Obviously!” she tells me, “But not this -- I’ve never messed before.” “Obviously, I can’t hold in my pee all day,” Jen explains, “But at least I’d never had to mess my pants before.” “Until now,” she adds, as she starts to cry again. “This is just so gross,” she tells us, a pained expression on her face, “Peeing your pants is bad, but it’s nothing like this.” “This is just terrible, sir,” she goes on, “This is just gross.”

As Jen commiserates over her situation, I see her fiddling with the red wristband on her wrist. That red wristband, of course, is emblematic of a girl on toilet suspension. “Well, that’s how it goes when you’re on toilet suspension, Jen,” I remind her, “That’s what happens when you’re not allowed to use the bathroom at school all day.” “That’s why most girls try not to do anything to get themselves put on toilet suspension,” I point out, “That’s why most try to protect their toilet privileges.” “Yes, sir -- I know it’s my own fault,” she tells me, “But that doesn’t make it any easier -- It’s hard to not go to the girls’ room when you really need to go.” “I was just hoping to get by with only wetting my pants -- That’s bad enough,” she says, “At least if I could through it without messing my pants, I thought it might not be so bad.” “But I just couldn’t hold it in today and I just can’t believe how bad this feels,” Jen continues, “You just can’t believe how bad it feels having a mess like this in my pants.” “This is just awful,” she reiterates, shaking her head, “You just can’t believe how bad a mess in your pants feels.”

“Well, maybe next time, you won’t skip out on a TVPC detention,” I remind her, “Maybe next time when you’re assigned a toilet sitting detention, you’ll actually show up and sit your time.” “And it wasn’t even the first time you violated your toilet sitting punishment,” I remind her, “When you were caught doing homework on the toilet, I warned you what happen if you violated your toilet sitting punishment again.” “I don’t care if you had someplace to go that afternoon with Dawson, Joey, and Pacey,” I lecture her, “When you’re assigned to do a toilet sitting punishment, I expect you to be there sitting on the toilet.” I see Jen nodding her head in agreement. Obviously, she gets it NOW. Unfortunately, it seems to have taken a toilet suspension and a load in her pants to get that message across. “Tell me, Jen?” I ask her, “Was it worth it?” “Was whatever you did with Dawson, Joey, and Pacey worth sacrificing your toilet privileges for?” I ask her, “Was it worth not being allowed to use the toilet and now having a load in your pants because of it?” For skipping out on her toilet sitting detention, Jen was placed on toilet suspension for four days -- one day for each day of toilet sitting detention she had left. “If you don’t like sitting on the toilet we can easily arrange it so that you won’t be sitting on the toilet at all,” she was told. As noted, this was apparently the first time on this toilet suspension that she did a bowel movement in her pants after only wetting her pants before. “How many day have you got left?” I ask her. “Tomorrow is my last day,” she answers, an obvious tone of desperation in her voice. “Let’s hope I can at least hold it in tomorrow,” she says, “Obviously I can’t hold in my pee all day.”

Jen looks up at me, with a sad, desperate look on her face. I’m wondering if she’s expecting me to end her toilet suspension punishment earlier -- especially since her original offense (the one that got her the toilet sitting punishment in the first place) was merely dribbling a bit on the toilet seat as she squatted to urinate. But obviously that’s not going to happen

“Yeah, we hope that you do, too,” Six chimes in, laughing and once again fanning the air from the smell. And once again, Lisa joins in the laughter and the fanning of the air. This annoys me greatly, especially since Six is here in detention for a panty-soiling of her own. Obviously, I remind her of that. “I don’t imagine it was at all pleasant sitting next to you when you had yours,” I tell her angrily, “And now you’re here making of Jen for the same thing.” “Well, mine certainly didn’t smell as bad as that,” Six argues back. “Yeah, what are you eating, girl?” Lisa chimes in with another sarcastic comment directed to Jen. Immediately, I bang my gavel in their direction. “It’s too bad, you girls didn’t learn your lesson the first time,” I admonish them, “When I warn you about making comments about another girl’s soiled panties I expect you to take that very seriously.” At first, I motion for Six and Lisa to go stand in the corner. Standing in the corner for the duration of detention is a typical punishment I impose for a minor disruption from a girl in detention. But then I change my mind and send them back to their seats. “NO!” I tell them, “You’ll spend the rest of today’s detention sitting right there next to Jen.” “You’ll spend your entire hour of detention tomorrow standing in the corner instead,” I then inform them.

“Um, but today is my last day of detention,” Lisa then points out. “For me, too, sir,” Six then adds. Of course, already knowing that, I let out a big smile. “Well, not anymore you two,” I then point out, as I also point to corners at opposite ends of the room,” We’ll see both of you here again tomorrow.” Six, not exactly the smartest girl in the whole school, doesn’t seem to get it. I ask Lisa to explain it to her. “He means he’s giving us detention again tomorrow,” Lisa explains to Six, “And he means that you and I are going to be spending the whole hour standing in those two back corners.” Six nods her head that she gets it now. “Maybe next time, you’ll both learn to keep your comments to yourself,” I tell them.

For the last matter on today’s agenda, we have a bit of committee business. For it, I call to the podium a cute and very bright freshman brunette named Harley. She is being called before the TVPC today hopefully to hand in a 500 word punishment essay that she was assigned as part of her punishment for a panty-soiling during her lunch period one week ago.

How’s it going, Harley?” I ask her. “Well, I’m surviving,” she says, “I just can’t wait until this whole thing is over.” She holds up 3 pieces of paper which I assume constitute her completed punishment essay. “I still can’t believe that I went in my pants, “the friendly and good-natured freshman tells us, “I just can’t believe that I had an accident.” “It’s just so embarrassing, not to mention disgusting,” she adds. “Well, it’s only your second accident and your first one messing,” I tell her, “That’s not too bad -- especially a freshman.” “That’s no excuse -- just because a girl is a freshman, it’s no excuse to be having accidents in her pants,” she tells me. “We’re still in high school,” she argues, “We’re still plenty old enough to be going in the toilet when we need to.” “Well, I’m certainly not saying there’s an excuse for going in your pants, Harley,” I clarify, “I’m not saying that at all.” “I’m just saying that you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” I explain, “We have a lot of girls who’ve done a whole lot worse when it comes to accidents in school.” “Obviously, the TVPC doesn’t condone girls going in there pants at all,” I explain further, “Obviously, you’ve learned the hard way that the TVPC punishes girls who have accidents in school.” Harley nods her head in understanding that.

Though it was only Harley’s 2nd accident of the school year -- and only her first time messing in her panties -- she, unfortunately, did it in the school cafeteria at lunchtime. She’s already handed in her 200 times writing assignment and she’s served her 2 hours of detention as her punishment for the panty-soiling. But as faithful readers of the TVPC surely know, there is additional punishment when a girl has a panty-soiling accident in the school cafeteria during her lunch period. Obviously, girls should be able to eat their lunch without having to deal with the smell from other girls who have messed in their panties. For a first time messing in her panties at lunchtime, a girl gets one week of having to eat her lunch sitting at a special table in the corner of the cafeteria. This table -- which has been nicknamed the “shame table” as everyone can see your sitting there with other girls who have soiled their panties.

“Thankfully, tomorrow is my last day at the shame table,” Harley tells us, “Thankfully, that’s almost over and I can go back to eating with my friends.” “Some days -- like today -- I guess it’s not so bad,” she explains, “Mostly, it’s just embarrassing to have to sit there.” “But yesterday was the absolute pits,” she explains further, “I was STUCK IN THE MIDDLE sitting between two girls on toilet suspension.” “And both girls had loads in their panties that really stunk,” she adds, a bit melodramatic in her tone, “I thought I was going to be sick trying to eat with that smell.” Girls on toilet suspension must also sit at the “shame table” when they’ve got messes in their panties.”

That much established, the last bit of punishment for Harley’s panty-soiling at lunchtime is a 500 word essay apologizing for what she did. “Is that your completed punishment essay, Harley?” I ask her -- referring, of course, to the paper that she is holding in her hand. “Yes sir,” she assures me, “It ended up being a little more than 500 words but I finally got it done last night.” That is fine, of course, and I direct her to hand the essay to our TVPC clerk. Unlike with other TVPC punishments, girls are required to write this particular type of essay on only one side of the paper. Our clerk looks it over and notes that it appears to be complete and in good order. Accordingly, Harley’s punishment is accepted.

“Your essay will now be posted up on the cafeteria wall,” I then explain to Harley, “It will be there so everyone can read your apology for what you did.” “And, of course, it’s there to serve as a deterrent to let others know what will happen to them if they mess in their panties at lunchtime,” I note, “It stays up there for 1 week before it gets taken down.” “Yes sir,” Harley tells me, uncharacteristically subdued and staring at the floor.” Obviously, she’s not going to like that -- It’s more shame for her having the accident. But she’s a smart girl and she nods her head that she understands. In closing, I remind her that a 2nd panty-soiling at lunchtime will result in an entire month at the “shame table” as well as a 1,000 word apology essay that will be up on the cafeteria wall for an entire month. And should she have a 3rd such panty-soiling accident, she’ll have to sit at the “shame table” for the rest of the school year as well having to write a 2,000 word apology essay that will remain on the cafeteria wall for the rest of the school year.

So concludes another session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee. Meeting adjourned at 4:08 PM.

[Arnold Ziffel]

Harley's Punishment Essay

Name: Harley
TVPC Punishment Essay
Offense: Panty-Soiling (Cafeteria at Lunchtime)
Offense Date: March 28, 2018
Length: 500 words
Due Date: April 4, 2018


I am writing this essay to say how sorry I am not only for messing in my panties but for doing it in the cafeteria at lunch.

Messing in my panties was a very disgusting and shameful thing to do. It’s shameful because I’m a freshman in high school and I should know better than to go to the bathroom in my pants. For a girl my age there really is no excuse for not going to the girls’ room and using the toilet when I needed to. It’s disgusting because my bowel movements most certainly belong in the toilet rather than my pants. Going in your pants is disgusting enough when it’s only wetting, but doing a bowel movement in my pants is way more disgusting than that. I wet my pants once back in October and that was disgusting and shameful enough. But going this way in my pants is much, much worse. Having the mess in my pants feels just awful. But obviously, I have no one to blame for that but myself. Obviously, if I had just gone to the girls’ room and used the toilet when I needed to, I would have had that awful mess in my pants. It’s also disgusting because it smells really bad and other people around me can smell it when I go in my pants. I’m sorry for doing the mess in my pants because other people shouldn’t have to smell what I’ve done in my pants. And I’m especially sorry for messing in my panties in the cafeteria at lunchtime, because no one should have to be smelling that while they are trying to eat their lunch.

I cannot emphasize enough how sorry I am for doing it and especially the fact that I did it in the school cafeteria at lunchtime. Obviously, it was my own fault and I have no one to blame for it but myself. It happened last week one day at lunchtime when I didn’t go to the girls’ room when I needed to. Looking back on it now, I can’t believe I could have been that stupid, but I just didn’t go to the girls’ room when I needed to. Instead of going to the girls’ room, I just tried to hold it in. Holding it in is not what I normally do when I have to go at school. When I need to go at school -- even when it’s #2 -- I usually go to the girls’ room and do what I need to do. But last week, I just didn’t do that. Instead of going to the girls’ room, I just stayed in the cafeteria trying to hold it in. I just don’t know what I was thinking at the time. Obviously, it was a very stupid thing to do and I ended up with a very disgusting and shameful mess in my pants because of it.

Not only was it disgusting to have the mess in my panties and I can’t even begin to describe how disgusting that feels, but my mom made me clean up the mess at home. I had to take a washcloth and clean myself of the mess. And from going in my pants and having the mess in my pants, the mess was smeared all over myself. I was really a disgusting thing to have to clean that up but obviously, I deserved that since I was the one who made the mess. And then mom, made my take my panties and clean them out. First, she made dunk them up and down in the toilet to get the worst of the mess out. And then she made me scrub them in the sink until I got all the mess out. That was also quite disgusting and it’s definitely something that I never want to have to do again. But again, it’s all my own fault for not going to the girls’ room when I needed to and instead doing the mess in my panties. I really should have know better. I can’t say enough how sorry I am for what I did and how disgusted and ashamed of myself I am for letting this happen.

I assure you that I really have learned my lesson and I promise that it will never happen again. In the future, I will always go to the girls’ room when I need to and I promise never to mess in my panties again. Not only will I never do it in the cafeteria at lunchtime again, but I will never mess in my panties at any time again.

[spandexman]

Welcome back Arnold

Love the TVPC. Mrs. Johns is a great Turd Herder.
Thanks.