Posted by Narada on December 15, 2010 at 16:51 [71.23.189.56]
Welcome to a very special session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee--TVPC for short. Now, several of our female students have protested the fact that they are punished for their toilet indiscretions while the male students aren't. I voiced these concerns to the chairman of the TVPC, Mr Arnold Ziffel. I thought it was dashed unfair myself! Mr. Ziffel explained that since he was far too busy to take on the toilet mishaps of both the male and female student body, perhaps I should start a secondary branch of the TVPC. This is exactly what I have done. The division of the TVPC that I, N. Jagganath, oversee will deal with female AND male students. I will also deal with "run-off" cases that the main TVPC can't--or won't--deal with. The following testimonies are taken from the minutes of the first session of the new TVPC that I chaired on Wednesday, December 15 2010. Before we got into that, I had to address some rather disturbing rumours that have been circulating around the school. Apparently, some of the students feel that certain teachers are secretly spiking student's drinks with laxatives in order to make them soil themselves, either to get them punished by the TVPC or to fulfill some perverse sexual fantasy. I have also heard that certain students are trying to catch these teachers in the act, one of whom has turned up missing! Now, we do not endorse students playing detective; rest assured that the TVPC is looking into this matter and will aggressively punish any inappropriate conduct our faculty members may be guilty of.
The first case to come before the committee involved Eli, a second year student. A witness, who wishes to remain anonymous, claims to have seen Eli wetting himself during a school dance. Doing such a thing during a school function is a major no-no. Eli approached with his normal nonchalant swagger, dressed from head to toe in black as usual. He was accompanied by his girlfriend Claire Edwards, a cute blonde second year. The gaggle of girls watching the proceedings broke into a wild applause punctuated with cheers. Finally, a boy was being brought before the TVPC, and they knew that there was a chance that he would have to face a punishment similar to that which most of them had endured.
"Order!" I shouted and banged my gavel. The girls calmed a bit and the proceedings continued."Eli, you are accused of wetting yourself at at a school function," I said. "How do you plead?"
"Guilty," Eli said emotionlessly.
"Would you care to explain why you didn't go to the men's room to relieve yourself?" I asked.
"It's all Fitz's fault, Mr. Jagganath!" Claire shouted.
"Ms. Edwards, you're out of order!" I sternly intoned.
"Claire--!" Eli sighed.
"Mr. Jagganath, Eli's way too macho to tell you what really happened!" Claire said. "He'd rather just take the punishment. I was there, you know--I saw the whole thing!"
"Very well, Ms. Edwards, I sighed. "What happened?"
"Well, Eli's been having problems with Fitz, another second year," Claire went on. "At the dance, Fitz followed Eli while he was going to the bathroom and pulled a knife on him! My poor Eli was so scared that he pissed his pants!"
"Damn it, Claire--!" Eli groaned. The students watching from the gallery erupted with laughter.
"Order!" I shouted and banged my gavel once more. "Is this true, Eli?"
"Yes," he sighed.
"Where is this Fitz now?"
"Juvenile hall, thank God," Claire exhaled.
"Good. Now, since this is your first offense, Eli, and this truly wasn't your fault, I am dropping the charges. Case dismissed."
"Thank you, Mr. Jagganath!" Claire said as she rushed forward and kissed me on the cheek.
"Err--you're welcome Ms. Edwards," I said, grinning like a dope and blushing.
"Oooo--!" the watching students jeered.
"Ahem. Next case," I said.
The next student brought before the TVPC was one Jake Gallows. One of the school's security officers, Frank Castle, allegedly caught Mr. Gallows pleasuring himself in the men's room!
"I went into the first floor men's room to take a piss and I caught this little punk playin' with himself!" Castle explained. "He got his spunk all over the toilet seat!" The spectators once again roared with laughter; Jake's cheeks turned cherry red.
"Is this true, Jake?" I asked.
"Yeah," the raven-haired, blue-eyed boy muttered, unable to meet my gaze.
"What on earth were you thinking? You knew you would be punished if you got caught!"
"I know," Jake sighed. "I couldn't help myself!"
"Would you care to explain yourself?" I asked.
"Well," Jake went on, "there's a girl in my Earth science class that I like, Anji Morra. Well, she was put on toilet punishment Monday and--. Look, she sits right in front of me in class. For the past two days, I've watched her shit herself--"
"Mr. Gallows, please refrain from using obscenities!" I growled.
"Sorry," the boy replied. "Anji always wears these REALLY short skirts, and when she sits down, they ride up and give me a nice view of her ass--BOTTOM! She has um--soiled herself promptly at 1:15 PM every day and it, uh, excites me."
"You mean to tell me that watching that girl make a mess in her panties arouses you?" I exclaimed.
"Yes, sir." Jake replied.
A smattering of giggles spread across the room. I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes. "Continue," I sighed.
"Today, I got so turned on watching Anji mess her panties that I had to leave class to get some air. In the hallway, I ran into another girl on toilet punishment; the seat of her jeans was completely covered in poop. I passed another girl going on herself; there was so much poo that her panties slid down her legs and hit the floor! When I reached the men's room, I ran into a stall and-"
"Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Gallows!" I said. "I think I can work out the rest. You are sentenced to write 1000 times "I will not masturbate at school." Also, you will clean all the school's men's rooms for a week AND you will also serve a week of detention sitting on a toilet for an hour. Perhaps then you'll learn the proper use for a toilet!" The girls in attendance applauded as, for the first time at our school, a boy received a toilet punishment! "Oh, Jake?" I called out to the boy as he turned to leave. "One more thing: I've consulted with the other teachers and it turns out that Anji only wears those micro-miniskirts in that one class you two share. She's obviously trying to catch your attention. For heaven's sake, ask her out already!"
"Yes, sir!" Jake beamed and left to begin his punishment.
The next case involved a member of our school's wrestling team, Will Ryker. The enterprising young lad is accused of messing himself during a match yesterday afternoon. All of the girls squealed with delight as Mr. Ryker entered the room; he is quite the ladies man.
"Mr. Ryker, I am sure you know that soiling yourself while representing the school is one of the most severe violations a student can commit!" I said. "Is there any reason why you didn't avail yourself of the toilet facilities before your match?"
"I honestly didn't have to go before that," Mr. Ryker calmly explained. "The second I got onto the floor, I got a "knot" in my stomach. I figured I could hold it until the end of the match. Unfortunately, I went up against this truly massive lump of a senior named Dargo. He got me in a sleeper hold and before I could tap out, I--er--voided my bowels."
"Did it not occur to you that you could have simply called for a time out?" I asked.
"No, sir. I really didn't think I had to go that badly. If Dargo didn't get the drop on me, I wouldn't have had an accident at all!"
"But you did have an accident, while wearing school colors at a school sanctioned event!" I fumed.
"But--!" Ryker pleaded.
"Write 500 times "I will not soil myself at school sponsored events." Furthermore, for the next week, I want you to spend thirty minutes on a toilet before and after wrestling practice."
"Yes, sir," Ryker replied dejectedly.
"You got off easy, Mr. Ryker. If you had made a "number one" in your pants as well as a "number two," your punishment would have been far more severe. Please try to set a better example for your fellow students in the future. Dismissed!"
The next case featured a lad with rather atrocious toilet etiquette. One of the school's janitorial staff, Danny Blaine, came forward to give his testimony.
"I was going into the fourth floor men's room to give it a proper cleaning when I ran smack into Tommy Oliver. The lad looked a bit green, I must say," Mr. Blaine said. "I went into the first stall and found that not only was the bowl filled with shit--"
"MISTER Blaine, language!" I said above the giggles filling the room.
"Sorry. Not only was the bowl full of poop, the seat was covered with the stuff AND it was sprayed all over the walls! This was obviously that Oliver boy's doing!"
"Did you do this, Mr. Oliver?" I ask.
"Don't answer, Tommy!" Kimberly Hart, Tommy's girlfriend, called from the audience. "They can't prove shit!"
"Is that so?" I smirk. I dug into my pockets and pulled out a quarter sized coin that glowed with a faint green light. Mr. Oliver and Ms. Hart paled significantly when I held it up. "This coin was found in the stall by Mr. Blaine," I said. "It's yours, isn't it, Mr. Oliver? I also know that Ms. Hart has a similar coin in pink, and your other friends--Jason, Trini, Zack, Billy-- have them, too."
"How do you know about-" Mr. Oliver began, but I cut him off.
"Never mind all that," I said impatiently. "Come clean--don't make things worse for yourself."
"Fine." Mr. Oliver sighed. "I had to go really bad, so I went into the stall and crouched over the seat--it was really filthy, I didn't want to sit my bare ass on it! I--um--pooped a lot. It shot out of my ass with such force that it sprayed all over the seat and the wall! When I was done, I tried to flush it, but there was so much in there that it wouldn't go down! I panicked and ran out of the bathroom."
"Mr. Oliver, perhaps a week of toilet suspension will teach you more respect for the school's bathrooms," I say. "If you even set foot in a school bathroom, this week, your toilet suspension will be extended by a week." The girls in the room--except for Ms. Hart, that is--stood up and applauded; Tommy was the first boy at our school to receive a toilet suspension. This means that he cannot use any of the facilities at school, nor can he leave the campus to find another toilet. His only options will be to hold it until school is out or go in his pants. "Futhermore," I added, "I want you to write 1000 times " I will not defecate on the toilet seat" and you will clean the men's rooms all next week. Catch." I tossed Mr. Oliver the weird coin; when he caught it, I thought I saw him wearing a skintight green uniform, but the image faded as quickly as it appeared. I shrugged and went on to the next case.
Two senior girls named Effy Stonem and Pandora ("Panda" for short) Moon came before me. Effy, a striking, rail thin brunette, and Panda, a cute, curvaceous
blonde whose hair was most often done up in pigtails, had registered several complaints with the TVPC over the last few days, all of them involving a young
man named James Cook. Apparently, when Panda fell asleep in class and soiled herself (this was under the influence of a drug which Panda assures me was "a
ridiculously potent cold remedy," although I'm sure it was something stronger), Mr. Cook messed himself as well, rightly assuming that only poor Panda would be punished by the TVPC. A few days later, Mr. Cook defecated in his jeans in full view of his entire class, including Effy and Pandora!
"That wanker faked being sick to get out of taking a quiz," Ms. Stonem sniffed. I remind her that swears, even quaint British ones, aren't allowed in this
"court" and let her continue.
"What more is there to say?" Panda chimes in. "Cook's a total fucking prat."
"Panda!" Effy whined.
"Oops, sorry, Ef!" Panda muttered apologetically, and then went on. "Sir, Cook makes fun of all them poor girls who mess themselves while they're on toilet
punishment! And he's gone in his jeans lots of times just because he can! It's no bloody fair, sir!"
My sources tell me that Effy and Panda were both involved with Cook, so I wondered if this entire affair was motivated by their feelings for him; both
girls assured me that nothing could be further from the truth. I sighed and gestured to Mr. Cook. He strolled forth, slapping both Effy and Panda on the
bottom as he approached me.
" 'ello, teach!" Cook chuckled with a salute. More giggles rang throughout the room. I rather like Mr. Cook in spite of myself; he is a very charasmatic
lad!
"Do you dispute what Ms. Stonem and Ms. Moon have told me today?" I asked.
"Dispute it? Now why would I do that?" Cook smirked. "All the actions I took was in order to protest the unfair policies of the TVPC!"
"Oh, please." Effy sighed.
"No, I'm serious, Ef! Why should people be punished for a natural human act? When you gotta go, you just bloody gotta go!" Cook suddenly, violently broke
wind; Effy and Panda took a step back.
"Cook, STOP!" Effy snapped.
"Cookie, don't--!" Panda squealed as she covered her nose.
"Mr. Cook, what on earth are you--?" I gasped, leaping to my feet.
"Everyone, throw off the oppressive shackles of the TVPC! Take a stand and poo your pants!" Cook shouted as he turned to face the crowd of onlookers with his hands raised. I could see the seat of his pants rapidly swelling as he soiled himself. "Who's with me?"
"I am!" Freddie Mclair, one of Cook's best friends, stood up and messed himself as well.
"Me too!" JJ, another friend, stood and did the same.
"I fucking love you, Cook!" a girl shrieked as she stood, ripped open her blouse, and exposed her nubile young breasts. She also noisily soiled herself at
the same time!
Several students followed suit, and I quickly ordered the room to be cleared so that it could be aired out. "All of you who took part in this little rebellion
are in big trouble!" I growled as I made note of all the dissidents. The TVPC reconvened fifteen minutes later, after which I sentenced Cook and the
others to two weeks of toilet suspension.
The final cases to come before me were "run-offs" from the main TVPC. The first of these involved Jenny Humphrey, a cute blonde who brought an accusation
against Libby Chesler, a raven haired cheerleader.
"I came here to get away from all the drama of upper East Side high schools," Jenny began, "But I've found myself right in the middle of it again! Libby
accused me of stealing her boyfriend, but I think she's really just jealous of all the money my family has."
"Bullshit." Libby spat.
"Quiet!" I snarled. "Go on, Jenny."
"I went into the second floor girl's room to--um--powder my nose. When I came out of the stall, Libby and a gang of her minions were waiting for me. That
bitch--sorry!--told me she was going to show me what happened to boyfriend stealers. I tried to leave, but her stooges grabbed me. One by one, they went
into the stall and --relieved themselves; they didn't flush. When they were done they, um..." Jenny began to sob a bit, so I handed her a tissue.
"It's ok, Jenny." I whispered. "They'll be punished for what they've done. Go on."
"Thank you, sir." Jenny sniffed. "Those horrid girls drug me into the stall and forced my face into the shit-and-piss filled toilet bowl! While that was going
on, they took some of the poo and smeared it in my hair and shoved it down the front and back of my panties. I tried to fight them off, but there were too
many of them--!"
I was absolutely livid. "Libby Chesler, get the hell up here!" Libby slowly came forward. "Is all of this true?"
"She's lying, sir, I didn't--!"
"She's telling the truth; I saw the whole thing." Sabrina Spellman, another senior and Libby's usual nemesis, called out from the audience.
"How would you know?" Libby sneered. "You weren't even there."
"Yeah, I was: you just didn't see me."
"Freak."
"I bet you think EVERYONE'S a freak, don't you, Libby?" I growled. "Do you know that I could turn you over to the police for unlawfully detaining this poor
girl? Not only that, but we have anti-bullying policies at this school that could lead you to be expelled."
"What? No!" Libby pleaded. "I can't be expelled--it wouldn't look good on my college applications!"
"Neither would jail time," I say, reminding her of that option. "So what's it to be, Libby? Jail, expulsion, or a month of toilet suspension?"
"A MONTH?!?" Libby gasped.
"You would also clean all the school's women's rooms in all that time, under supervision so that you won't be tempted to actually use the toilets, of
course."
"Y-you mean I would have to clean toilets like a common domestic?" Libby gaped, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"Indeed, although domestics are actually allowed to use the toilets they clean, Ms. Chesler--you won't," I coldly replied.
"You actually want to ban me from using the toilets here for a month? Fuck that shit!" Libby spat.
"Well, you do have two other options, as I said before," I said with a disingenuous grin.
"CRAAAP!" she screamed. I loved watching her squirm as she debated the issue. "Fine." she defeatedly sighed. "I'll take your stupid toilet punishment."
"I also expect a written apology to Jenny--no less than 500 words--by next week. The deadline is next Tuesday, but you can complete it earlier if you like." I said. "One more thing, Ms. Chesler: if I ever hear of you doing anything like this again, you will be expelled!"
"Whatever." Libby rolled her eyes and sashayed toward the exit. Suddenly, she cupped her bottom and raced from
the room; I was amazed to see that her pink panties were sagging well below the black micro mini-skirt she was wearing (in case any reading this account are interested, she was also wearing a purple turtleneck cashmere sweater)! I couldn't believe it--Libby Chesler had soiled herself on the very first day of her toilet suspension! For some reason, my gaze wandered to Ms. Spellman, who had a looked for all the world like the cat that ate the canary! I have heard strange things about Ms. Spellman--strange things tend to happen around her. Maybe she simply wished for Libby to mess herself--what a silly notion! Sabrina's not a witch!
The final case of the day involved yet another beautiful blonde, Amanda Bloom. Jessi, who like Amanda, is a third year student, has accused Amanda of deliberately messing herself.
"I saw her sitting in her car outside the school this morning," Jessi, a striking brunette with curly hair, said as she stood before me. "She was reclining in her seat with her eyes closed and sucking on her thumb. I could hear the feces sliding into her underpants! She looked like she was enjoying herself, if you know what I mean--!"
"How'd you even see me, Jessi?" Amanda countered. "No one was around--I made sure of it!"
"I saw you from a window on the second floor," Jessi explained.
"Wow. You must have superhuman abilities to see me from that distance AND hear me shit myself!" Amanda sneered.
"I smelled you, too." Jessi smirked. "It was like the odor of rotting meat...or was that just your perfume?"
"You fucking cunt!" Amanda lunged at Jessi, but was held back by Kyle Trager, Amanda's boyfriend. My sources tell me that that the three of them are involved in a love triangle. I refused to allow teenaged hormones to sully the proceedings and ordered Kyle back to his seat while telling the ladies to control themselves.
"Amanda, is Jessi telling the truth?" I ask? "Did you soil yourself on purpose?"
Amanda looked to Kyle before she spoke again in a voice barely above a whisper: "Yes."
"What was that?" Jessi mockingly asked.
"YES!" Amanda shouted. "Yes, I pooped my pants on purpose. Happy?"
"Immensely," Jessi beamed and went to sit by Kyle.
"Why did you do it, Amanda?" I asked.
"Because I...I like it! I love messing myself!" Amanda replied with a breathless smile.
"Explain," I said.
"Well sir," Amanda began, "you know I've been brought in front of the TVPC lots of times because I messed myself during class or on a school trip or whatever. I got a LOT of toilet suspensions. At first, accidentally messing myself used to gross me out, but over time the very idea of filling my panties got me hot. I started pooping myself when my suspensions were up 'cuz I missed the sensation of fully loaded panties!" The girl blushed and then went on. "Now, I go in my panties everyday...I usually do it in my car 'cuz it's the only place I can get some privacy."
"Do you have any poo in your underpants right now?" I asked.
"No," she said, turning her back on me and raising her skirt. The lacy white panties she wore were spotless. I stepped forward and gave her a panty inspection, something my new position in the TVPC gives me the authority to do. I pulled the skimpy material back and then ran one finger down the crack of her buttocks. My hand came back mostly clean, which was good for her; failure to wipe properly can lead to a toilet punishment as well. I surreptitiously licked my fingers and resumed my seat. "I always remove my soiled panties when I'm done," Amanda explained when she had readjusted her clothes. "I keep lots of clean panties and wet wipes in my car."
"And where are your soiled panties now, Ms. Bloom?" I asked.
Ms. Bloom blushed again and said "In my purse. I put them in a large plastic baggie so I can put them back on for the ride home."
"Would you mind if I have those?" I said. "For--er--evidence."
"Sure." Amanda smiled, reaching into her purse and handing me the bundle. "I kinda figured you were into this, too!"
"Err...Ms. Bloom, although you soiled yourself on school grounds, the fact that you did it outside in the parking lot and not inside the building means that you won't be receiving any major punishment. Case dismissed."
"Thank you, sir!" Amanda smiled, before blowing me a kiss.
And with that, the first session of the new TVPC came to a close.