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The Campbell household fell into a familiar routine: Erica reported to the school for community service before lunch, by evening she was cleaning restrooms in soaking wet pants, she would be publicly inspected and spanked as part of Local Amendment 26, and she would go home to be spanked again by her sister, her friends, and her friends’ husbands. Grace would get up in the morning and let her mom fasten the diaper she would wear under her clothes, just before lunch she would join the other hygiene offenders outside the nurse's office to wait until it was time to have her diaper changed, after school Tony would drive Grace home and make out with her as he stripped her out of her diaper, when her mother returned home in the evening Grace would join Aunt Julie and her mom's friends to be witness to Eric's nightly wet punishment, and the night would end with Grace tearfully telling her mom that she was sorry for causing it all. The days were embarrassing, but went by quickly. “I am so glad today is your last day of community service” said Grace, as she poured a bowl of cereal. “Not just that, but tomorrow is my final Saturday corporal punishment session; my sanctions are nearly complete!” said Erica. “I just wish your punishment was ending, too.” “I'm beginning to get used to it” admitted Grace. “Once I convinced myself that it was acceptable to pee in a diaper, my days got a bit easier. I'm following the advice from the others and peeing myself a few minutes before we get changed at lunchtime; the diaper is still hot and uncomfortable but at least it is only wet for a few minutes of my school day. I'll be eternally grateful to you for not making me wear them at home,” continued Grace. “Being allowed to change out of my diaper as soon as I get home has kept my punishment pretty tolerable.” “I just can't see how taking away your toilet training will benefit you in the future” said Erica. “I know Bethany Vargas and her husband decided to require Maria to use diapers until she graduates from college, I just think that after over 4 years in diapers, it will be difficult for a 22 year old woman to go through potty training again.” “Of course they punish differently in their house” continued Erica. “Now that Bethany's sanctions from the PTA Conduct Committee have ended, I heard that her husband is still holding her responsible for what happened during Maria's difficulties; the rumor is that Bethany has to spend a year in diapers as punishment for all the times she peed her pants during her sanctions.” Grace looked at her mom, “I know you'd love to see Heather Blanc get sanctioned again, but I'm sure glad Jenny has figured out how to get through the day at school while on restriction. She only has a few days left, I really think she's going to make it without being a three time offender.” “Good for her! As much as her mom bothers me, I really would feel bad for Jenny if she wet herself again,” said Erica. “I wouldn't have minded if Sophie Larkin had a few more days of appearing before the PTA Conduct Committee for a Local Amendment 26 inspection, but I'm glad for Michelle that she made it through her toilet restriction without an accident.” Grace shook her head a little. “You are probably the only one who is happy for Michelle. Every student in school wanted to see her in wet pants, she didn't learn anything during her restriction. Adam turned into a pretty decent person but Michelle is still an arrogant bully. I feel about her the way you feel about Heather Blanc!” “Well, I'm glad it's just down to me and Cassidy Bowman who are at risk of wetting our pants every day,” said Erica. “Any mom under sanctions is at risk, but most only serve a few hours of community service at a time, so the risk of losing control is minimal. I sure hope there's never another student and mother in our position.” “I'm not holding my breath,” said Grace. “The principal seems to be using toilet restriction as a punishment quite regularly. The only true accidents were from Maria and me, the rest were just because of toilet restriction being used as a punishment. Those humiliating assemblies will be a regular occurrence until the principal stops using toilet restriction as a favorite punishment.” “I suppose you are right,” sighed Erica. “Speaking of punishment, you better get going; I don't want to be appearing before the Conduct Committee this evening because you were Tardy for the 1st Period.” Erica hugged her daughter goodbye and began to prepare for her final day of community service. ******************************* Erica pushed the cleaning cart into the nurse's office and diligently set to scrubbing while the nurse was tending to a sobbing student sitting on the examination table. Erica recognized the young woman as someone Grace had been in school with since kindergarten; she also recognized an odor that gave away the reason why the 18 year old senior was crying. Erica overheard the nurse saying “Abby, you admitted to feeling the urge to go before the passing time between 2nd and 3rd period, but you didn't use the restroom before 3rd period started, based on that, your accident is considered a hygiene violation. The medication you started yesterday includes diarrhea as a side effect, so the accident you just had potentially qualifies you for a medical excuse. Just sit tight, I'll be back in a few minutes after I decide what to do with you.” As the nurse stepped to her desk she whispered to Erica, “She timed that poorly. The accident may be medically excused, but she was standing at the teacher's desk waiting for the hall pass to be written when she lost control. Those gray leggings didn't hide anything from her classmates. I'm sure several smartphones recorded her accident. I don't think I'm going to write her up, so she won't be on stage at an assembly, but she'll still be all over the internet.” The nurse went to a cabinet and pulled out some supplies, returning to Abby she said, “I'm not going to refer you to the principal for discipline, but this will still be unpleasant. Because your illness is not contagious, I am not allowed to send you home for the day. Now lay back on the table and I'll start getting you cleaned up so you can return class.” The nurse peeled off the soiled leggings and placed them in a clear plastic bag. Next, Abby's formerly white panties went into a second clear plastic bag. The nurse skillfully wiped all traces of the accident from Abby's skin. The girl yelped when she saw what the nurse grabbed next. “I don't need a diaper!” protested the embarrassed student. “I have my gym clothes in my locker, there's spare underwear in my gym bag. Please go get my gym clothes!” “No Abby,” said the nurse. “You are required to wear a diaper when you return to class. Since you have soiled yourself, you are required to wear a diaper for as long as you are taking a prescription that includes diarrhea as a side effect. It looks like you will be done with this prescription by the end of next week, after that you may wear your own underwear again.” The nurse produced orange colored sweatpants next. “These are a signal to the teachers that you are experiencing hygiene difficulties as part of a medical issue. They will know to give you a pass to come to my office if they believe you need fresh protection.” “Noooo!” howled the humiliated woman. “Can I please just have my spare clothes?” she begged. “Everyone will know that I pooped my pants if I wear this for the rest of the day.” “These are the rules, Abby,” said the nurse. “Be thankful I am granting you a medical excuse. I could have written it up as poor planning on your part. Surely orange sweatpants and diapers are better than being left in your poopy leggings while you wait for a spanking in front of the entire school.” “Please don't make me go to class like this!” pleaded Abby. “They'll all tease me! Please let me wear my gym shorts!” “No, Abby.” The nurse was firm, “I have already emailed your mother with the details of what happened and the requirements for you attending class next week. She knows to expect you in those pants when you get home.” The nurse handed the 2 plastic bags to Abby, “Your mother is expecting you to arrive home with these as well. Put them in your locker until the end of the day; don't even think of throwing them away!” The young woman sobbed as she took the shame filled bags and trudged out the door. “Stupid rules,” muttered the nurse as soon as Abby was gone. She turned to Erica, “A memo came out yesterday afternoon; beginning next week any student who has a known medical issue that may increase the odds of an accident is required to wear incontinence protection, if they don't wear the protection any accident they have will be referred for discipline. For today I still have the discretion to give a medical excuse, but starting Monday, anyone in Abby's position would have to be punished. Abby won't have a hygiene violation on her record, but being forced into orange sweatpants and a diaper is still a degrading consequence.” “The orange pants are new,” continued the nurse. “Beginning today any student who is wearing a diaper is required to wear orange sweatpants. The official reason is to discreetly signal to teachers which students are wearing diapers, but we all know it is the opposite of discreet. I received a box full of orange pants this morning. Your daughter and all the other diapered hygiene violators will be issued their new pants today when Cassidy Bowman changes their diapers before lunch. Just one more thing to add to the public humiliation of being a high school hygiene violator.” ******************************* Erica was mopping the 2nd floor girls room after lunch when a group of girls entered. As usual Erica moved her cart to the corner and waited. As expected the gossip again centered around the accident that had happened before lunch. “I heard that when she came into class halfway through 4th period, there was a crinkly noise, do you think they gave her a diaper?” “I don't know why there isn't an assembly scheduled for this afternoon, I saw her shit herself plain as day.” “Did the nurse give her pants from the lost and found?” “I heard all the diaper kids got those pants.” Soon the girls left for class and Erica was left alone with her thoughts. She wondered how Grace was coping with the added penalty of being required to wear identifying pants over her diaper. Cassidy Bowman was not known for being empathetic to the students whose diapers she changed; how had she treated them today? Erica wondered what it would be like to spend weeks of her life wearing special pants anytime she went out in public; as a twinge of pressure was felt in her bladder, she decided it was better than pissing herself everyday and then being paraded on stage and stripped out of her pants in front of a crowd. An hour later Erica was scrubbing urinals when the next passing time came around. The gossip in the boys room was similar to what had been said by the girls. “I saw the video, it was nasty.” “I can't believe a senior shit herself.” “If you thought the video was bad, you should have been in the room when it happened, the stench was disgusting!” “Why didn't they call an assembly? Abby deserves a spanking for pooping all over herself.” Erica scrubbed and mopped all afternoon. She was on her knees scrubbing a urinal on the second floor when she recognized the familiar pressure in her bladder. Erica was shocked to see that it was already 5:30! She normally felt the first urge to pee much earlier in the afternoon, most days by 5:30 she had already ruined her underwear, and sometimes had even soaked her pants. Erica realized she might actually have the ability to pass her Local Amendment 26 inspection! As time went on Erica's bladder continued to send signals of filling. She found herself wiggling and squirming as she scrubbed and mopped, but at no point did she feel like a leak was inevitable. When it came time for the 7pm PTA Conduct Committee meeting she was still dry! The Committee quickly processed the short list of mothers who had children who had been tardy that day, getting to the Local Amendment 26 inspection by 7:10. Cassidy Bowman was called first, her black leggings had a slightly darker hue down the inside of each thigh and around the lower part of her rear end, Mrs Lind was quick to announce the finding as Cassidy took her position. As the external physical inspection concluded Mrs Lind reported, “Dampness in her crotch, down her legs and on her buttocks.” When Mrs Lind pulled down Cassidy's leggings the white panties confirmed her failure, “She has visible yellow staining to her underwear and the distinct odor of urine emanating from the fabric.” Erica gleefully watched Cassidy receive her 10 swats. The show was more enjoyable knowing she was not about to suffer the same fate! Erica proudly stood before Mrs Lind as her inspection began. “No visible staining and no odor of urine or feces.” Erica didn't flinch as Mrs Lind felt the backside and inner seam of her pants, “The material is dry with no soft mass over the buttocks.” Erica did not wince in shame as her pants were pulled down and her pink panties exposed to the crowd, “No staining or odor to her underwear.” As Erica pulled up her pants, the Committee Chair addressed her. “We are pleased you passed your Local Amendment 26 inspection on your final day of service to the school. We wish you luck with the final Saturday corporal punishment session tomorrow; just remember, Local Amendment 26 applies there as well. I hope you don't earn extra swats tomorrow!” Though not on the verge of an accident, Erica still had a very full bladder. She hurried to her car and drove to the nearest gas station with clean restrooms to relieve the rapidly increasing pressure from her bladder. When she arrived home Grace, Julie, her friends, and their husbands were all waiting for her; everyone was excited that Erica did not require punishment that evening. The mood was so upbeat and cheery that an impromptu party was held to celebrate. ********************************* Saturday morning was slow going for Erica. “I guess I had a little too much wine last night,” she said over breakfast. “Who knew that not peeing in my pants for one afternoon would be cause for such a celebration.” Erica watched Grace taking her dirty dishes to the sink. The orange sweatpants were tight over the bulk of the diaper worn by Grace. “I wish they weren't making you wear those pants.” “Yeah, this new ‘uniform’ sucks,” agreed Grace. At least today it's only the short amount of time I'm on school grounds for your session with the PTA. I'm not thrilled about wearing them every school day until graduation, but I'll survive. Everyone already knew I was wearing a diaper, I guess the visual reminder that I'm being punished isn't going to give away any secrets.” A look at the clock prompted them to hurry out of the house; Erica couldn't risk being late for a Saturday corporal punishment session. The chair of the PTA Conduct Committee opened the session with a short speech to the packed auditorium about the reduction in misbehavior since the implementation of the Maternal Responsibility Act. When the chair had concluded her remarks the punishment session began with the lower level paddlings. As Amy Hawthorne bent over to receive 6 swats for her daughter's overdue library book, Grace looked across the stage at her mother and saw a grimace as Erica shifted positions. A few minutes later Leslie Weaver was receiving 10 swats because her son had been tardy, when Grace noticed another squirm from her mother. During Marcie McClain's paddling of 12 swats for her daughter's dress code violation, Grace observed her mother scrunch her face and hold her abdomen for a few moments. It was clear to Grace that her mom needed a trip to the restroom. After a few more short punishments, the crowd of several hundred was treated to the first long paddling of the day. Stephanie Douglas grabbed her ankles to prepare for her 25 swat sanction due to her son's habitual truancy. A murmur arose from the crowd as the denim went taut over her round bottom, clearly they approved! The first half dozen swats didn't bring much reaction from the 46 year old woman; her son's attendance issues had brought her to Saturday PTA punishment sessions 5 times already. By swat number 11 she was beginning to lose her composure and on the 13th swat she cried out in pain. The PTA member wielding the paddle continued to strike with force, but on the 19th swat the paddling was paused so the audience could watch a dark stain spread across the seat of Stephanie Douglas’ jeans; the stain rapidly ran down the back of her thighs, knees, and calves before a visible yellow trickle could be seen falling from the bottom of her pant legs. When the urine finished pooling around her feet the paddling resumed. When the 25 strokes had been administered the crying mother stood up and turned toward the side of the stage, only to be stopped by the chair of the Conduct Committee, “You have violated Local Amendment 26 by urinating on yourself while being sanctioned. Please bend back over for the additional 10 swat penalty.” The sobbing wet woman reluctantly displayed her soaked buttocks to the crowd and wailed through her extra punishment. Cassidy Bowman glared at the section reserved for the student offenders; Grace saw Adam glare right back. Grace turned to her fellow wetter, who was also wearing the designated orange sweatpants, she whispered, “Has it been bad?” Adam nodded, “Not only do I get whipped with the belt, but I spend all evening smelling my old accidents. She plans to keep live streaming my punishment every night for 6 months. The day mom shit her pants at the PTA meeting pushed her over the edge; she blames me for her humiliation and there's no way my punishment will end early.” Grace glimpsed a small smile from Adam as the first crack of the paddle smacked his mother's butt. Cassidy Bowman wailed, sobbed, screamed, and howled as the paddle relentlessly whacked her bottom. More than a few times she jumped up in pain and rubbed the seat of her pants until she was forced to bend over again so the penalty could resume. After what seemed like an eternity all 50 swats had been delivered, Cassidy rubbed her butt as she rushed away from the paddle. A glance at Adam's face revealed he was disappointed his mother had not endured the same embarrassing loss of bladder control as Stephanie Douglas. Erica was called forward to take her place at the front of the stage. She took short steps as she moved herself into position. Beads of sweat dripped from her brow as she took hold of her ankles. The assembled crowd mostly assumed she was worried about her impending paddling, but Grace knew better. Her mom had been spanked so many times the past several weeks that a paddling wasn't going to cause her fear; Grace recognized her mother's agony for what it was, her attempts to not have a public accident in her pants. Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… ooh! Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… ahhhh! Her paddling paused, and within seconds a stain began to soak through her underwear and jeans. HISSS! Grace saw the golden liquid start at her mom's crotch as it flowed down her denim covered legs until it formed a puddle at Erica's feet. Shame reddened the punished mother's face. When the urine pouring from Erica's saturated jeans slowed to a drip, the paddle once again began to crack down on her bruised flesh. Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack…Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… The punishment paused and Erica stood up and faced the crowd. Grace could see that her mother wanted to retreat to a private place, but instead her mom stood still in the middle of the stage. The Conduct Committee Chair addressed Erica and the assembled crowd, “Your flagrant violation of Local Amendment 26 has earned you the added penalty of an additional 10 swats. This added penalty will be administered over your underwear.” Grace watched as her mother turned her wet bottom to the audience and lowered her jeans. Erica once again bent over and braced herself for the extra penalty. Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack! With her final paddling complete, Erica waddled to the car. Grace profusely apologized, “I'm so sorry mom. It's all my fault! I feel horrible that you are suffering so much for my wet pants.” “I'll be ok”. Erica reached into the trunk and grabbed a plastic bag which she put on the upholstery before easing her sore butt onto the seat. “Let's go see what Julie has in store for my final punishment.” ********************************* When Erica and Grace arrived home they found Amy and Eddie, Katie and Paul, Martha and Jason, and Julie waiting. “I noticed the other day that your living room is starting to smell like pee, from all the days you've stood there in your wet pants getting spanked”, said Julie. “Since it's such a nice day, I think maybe we should do today's punishment outside.” To Erica's relief Julie led the group to the back yard. Only Katie seemed disappointed that Erica's final humiliation would not occur on the front lawn. “You have wet yourself too many times to count”! started Julie. “Today's punishment will need to be memorable. We'll begin by having each of your friends spank you 10 times on the seat of your wet jeans with a belt, your pants will be removed and each of your friends will administer another 10 swats of the belt across your wet underwear, the wet underwear will be moved to your face as each of your friends again spanks you ten times on the bare butt with the belt, and of course your punishment will end with 2 hours of being displayed in front of your witnesses. Erica bent at her hips, so the belt punishment could begin. Julie wielded the belt first, followed by Amy, Eddie, Martha, Jason, Paul and finally Katie. To no one's surprise Katie swung the belt a little harder than the others. For the second time that day Erica peeled her damp jeans down her legs in front of witnesses, she was thankful that she only had 8 witnesses this time, and not the hundreds that watched at the PTA. The thin wet panties provided little protection from the leather belt and soon Erica howled as her friends whipped her butt for the second time. Eddie, Jason, and Katie smiled in delight as Erica gagged when the piss soaked underwear was placed over her face. Paul felt bad as he watched her suffer the indignation of being forced to inhale her own incontinence. Paul didn't feel bad for long as his eyes once again took in the sight of Erica's completely naked body, soon he was happily admiring her bare ass as he watched it jiggle under the impact of the belt. It didn't take long before the final lash of the belt fell. Erica gave her final wail of pain before beginning her 2 hours of naked display. Erica stood naked (except for the wet panties on her face) and listened as her friends chatted. Erica and her wet predicaments were the focus of the conversations and Erica knew her naked body was receiving lots of looks. It had been less than two hours since she'd wet herself at the PTA punishment session, but she felt the very familiar pressure in her lower abdomen; Erica knew her friends were about to watch her pee. Erica fidgeted and squirmed, knowing her swaying boobs and jiggling butt were telling the group of her increasing need. The first hot gush to leave her body shot swiftly to the ground and soaked into the grass. Erica was grateful Julie had suggested using the backyard for punishment; every time she peed on a towel during one of her punishments she had worried it would soak through and stain the carpet. Erica clenched her thighs together as she felt another spurt, this one dribbled down her legs before seeping into the grass. Soon Erica's willpower gave out and she released a full torrent of urine that poured to the lawn. Eddie, Katie and Jason howled in delight. No matter how many times they'd watched Erica disgrace herself, they still found it hilarious. Finally Erica's 2 hours of display was over, Julie brought her a bathrobe so she could cover up. “I'm proud of you Sis. You took all your punishments without complaint, not just from me, but from the PTA as well. You've really shown Grace what it means to be responsible.” Julie turned to her niece next, “You too, Grace. You took all your punishments well from your mom and the school. You never tried to blame someone else and you've always accepted responsibility for what you did. You are a fine young woman.” **************************************** A month after Grace graduated school, Erica received an unexpected letter: Dear Ms Campbell, As the Maternal Responsibility Act has grown, the government has found a need for more magistrates to hear cases of mothers whose adult children have been convicted of traffic or criminal offenses. Based on your unique experience as a recipient of sanctions from your local PTA, your reputation as a woman with a sense of fairness and an understanding of the need for discipline and accountability, as well as your unwavering support for the Maternal Responsibility Act, I would like to appoint you as a Maternal Responsibility Act Magistrate. I wish you great success in your new position as magistrate! Sincerely, Governor Allison Smyth

Erica looked at her watch for the 10th time in less than 3 minutes, still only 5:30! She gave a big sigh as she squeezed her thighs together. Erica was certain her friends would once again be treated to the spectacle of her humiliation at the hands of her sister. The best she could hope for at this point was that Julie wouldn't come up with any additional enhancements to the punishment Erica was about to earn. Erica swirled her mop in the bucket, the sloshing water teasing her full bladder. A twinge of pain caused Erica to grimace. She shoved her left hand into the crotch of her jeans, the added help from her fingers gave Erica's panties a short reprieve from the flood of urine threatening to explode from her body. The door to the men's room creaked as Erica returned her mop to the bucket. Mr Swanson, the teacher who had written up Grace for her first accident at school, smiled at Erica as he approached the first urinal. “Ms Campbell, I'm happy to see you are dry.” “I won't be much longer”, whimpered Erica as she squirmed near her cleaning cart. The sound of splashing urine was nearly too much for the desperate mother. Erica stamped her right foot as her leg trembled, she recognized the signs of an impending loss of bladder control. She prayed Mr Swanson would hurry so she didn't have to wet herself in front of him. Erica potty danced as the teacher zipped up his trousers. To her dismay he was a hygienic man who walked to the sink to wash his hands before leaving. As Mr Swanson turned on the faucet Erica could handle no more. She felt the warmth in her pants before realizing the pain between her legs was subsiding. “Damn it!” she muttered. Mr Swanson looked up from the sink when he heard Erica curse. The 42 year old mother closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look her daughter's algebra teacher in the eyes as she pissed her pants. The familiar warmth spread down her thighs, crept up her buttocks, and curved around her calves before the distinct dripping sound onto the tile floor signaled the complete saturation of her jeans. Even though it was not her first time wetting in front of a witness, Erica still felt an intense shame as she opened her eyes. Mr Swanson smirked and gave a small chuckle, “At least I don't have to write up a discipline referral like I did for Grace; the PTA Conduct Committee will deal with you without me having to fill out extra paperwork.” The door closed behind Mr Swanson, Erica heard him talking to himself as he walked away, “Now I see where Grace learned that despicable behavior.” ****************************** When the PTA meeting started Erica noticed Casidy Bowman was not squirming as she had the day before; the dark stains down the legs of Cassidy's leggings gave an immediate explanation for her improved composure. A slight sniff also revealed that none of the women were likely to have brown stains in their underwear during the Local Amendment 26 inspection. The hearing docket was short. Melissa Palmer was sanctioned 2 hours of service to the school and 6 swats after her son David was caught for a second offense of swearing at school. Then Cassidy Bowman was called forward to answer for Adam's third hygiene violation. The Committee Chair looked at Cassidy, “What actions did you take last night to address the issue of your son's choice to void his bladder in his pants, again?” “Same as the night before,” answered Cassidy. “I punished him again.” “And what about yourself?” inquired the Committee Chair. “What example did you set after wetting and soiling yourself during yesterday's hearing?” Cassidy appeared flustered, “Um, there… there…there's nothing. I mean, my accident was only because I'm not allowed while serving my sanctions.” The Committee Chair glared at Cassidy, “Didn't we talk yesterday about that being no different than your son wetting himself at school while on restriction during his punishment?” Cassidy shrugged, “He didn't even try, he just pissed his pants on purpose. I at least tried!” A roll of the eyes and a shake of the head was the only response from the Committee Chair. In short order the Conduct Committee ordered Cassidy Bowman to the standard sanctions for the mother of a 3 time hygiene offender: 100 swats and 100 hours of service to the school, all of which included no restroom access during her sanctions. Cassidy moped as she took her place next to the other moms to await her official inspection for Local Amendment 26. Bethany Vargas was called forward and took her position in front of Mrs Lind, her wet pants prominently on display. Maria's mother was quickly spanked and returned to the side of the stage. Erica was next and met with the same fate. Bethany and Erica were quite familiar with the humiliating process and neither found It necessary to cry anymore; Cassidy Bowman however cried like a baby. Heather Blanc had finished her service hours the previous day, but Erica found Sophie Larkin to be equally bothersome; Erica was pleased to see Sophie struggle with her emotions as she was called forward and told to place her hands on her head and spread her legs to be inspected. “The external visual inspection shows no staining, there is a very slight odor of urine,” announced Mrs Lind. After putting her hand on Sophie's butt and between her legs Mrs Lind shared, “She has dampness between her thighs, there is no mass over her buttocks.” Tears streamed down Sophie's face as Mrs Lind pulled down Sophie's pants to reveal pink underwear with a dark stain in the gusset. “Her underwear has visible urine staining.” “For failure to maintain your cleanliness during your sanction you will receive 10 swats,” decreed the chair of the committee. Erica nodded approvingly as Mrs Lind made Sophie bend over. Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack…. Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack…Thwack The look of shame from Sophie's face allowed Erica a sense of peace as she prepared to go home and face Julie. ********************* The cars in Erica's driveway signaled that her friends had once again been summoned by Julie so they could bear witness to the upcoming punishment. When she entered the living room to take up her punishment stance, her friends and their husbands all watched with expressions of amusement and excitement. At first Erica felt betrayed that her friends took enjoyment in her plight, but she quickly remembered how much she enjoyed watching and gossiping as other women had been sanctioned at the start of the Maternal Responsibility Act, and she understood that she would have been just as excited if the shoe was on the other foot. Erica stood with her hands on her head as Julie lectured about her poor bladder control and the inappropriate example she was setting for Grace. As Julie ranted, Erica heard her daughter quietly whisper, “I'm sorry mom.” As Julie explained the upcoming punishment to the assembled witnesses, Erica heard how Julie intended to increase her punishment. “Tonight's punishment will start with 40 swats over your wet jeans. I will administer the first 10, then Katie, Martha, and Amy will each administer 10. The first 40 will be with our hands. When it comes time to strip off your pants the belt will be used to give you 30 more on your bare butt.” Erica bent forward, soon she felt the light touch of her sister's hand resting on her damp bottom. The light touch was quickly replaced by the sting of being spanked. Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap! Katie took her turn next, she gave Erica's butt a short squeeze before she began, “Oh, that's firmer than it looks. No wonder the single dads go to PTA meetings when you're listed for paddling!” Katie's comment may have been playful, but her hand was all business. Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap! Martha stepped behind her friend and placed her hand on the damp denim. “I know it's unpleasant to be spanked for wetting yourself, but you are doing the right thing by letting Grace see this.” Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap! Amy was much more timid than her friends as she approached Erica's backside. Amy said nothing as she reluctantly gave the short spanking. Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap! With the hand spankings finished Erica mentally prepared herself for the more severe portion of her punishment. She knew the hand spanking was more about embarrassment than pain; she was also aware that next time, Julie was likely to have her friend's husbands putting their hands on her butt to give the spanks. As embarrassing as it had been getting spanked by her friends, it paled in comparison to the intense shame she once again felt as her wet panties were placed on her face. Smelling her own accident was by far the worst part of her punishment, she'd gladly take triple the belting to avoid the disgusting reminder of her lack of control. Soon her bare bottom was feeling the sharp sting of the belt being wielded by her sister. Thwack … Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Hissssss “Oh my!” exclaimed Martha. “It's happening again.” As the last of her urine dripped onto the towel at her feet Erica tried not to whimper; the sobs made her inhale sharply and she hated the smell of her panties. Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack…Thwack! As her friends chatted for the next 2 hours, Erica contemplated the next couple weeks of her life. She had 9 more days of community service, plus 2 upcoming Saturday corporal punishment sessions. Erica knew her bladder control history during her Maternal Responsibility Act sanctions was poor, she was likely to find herself in this position many more times.

The drive home after Erica's hearing started with a few moments of awkward silence, finally Grace asked, "What is my punishment going to be? I know it's supposed to be worse than the last one, what is going to be added?" "I've been thinking about that all afternoon," answered her mother. "The punishments got progressively worse as a way to appease the Conduct Committee in an effort to minimize my sanctions; since there will be no further sanctions past what has been assigned today, I am not sure a severe punishment will be necessary. I understand that your last several wettings have only been because you were on toilet restriction, I think it is appropriate to reduce the severity of your punishments. I am going to let you propose what you believe to be the most appropriate punishment." Grace thought for several minutes before suggesting her consequences. "I really appreciate being allowed to recommend a less severe punishment, but there are a couple of things I can't get past. I feel really bad that Maria, Jenny, and Adam are all facing very public punishments. I've known for a few weeks now that every time I pee myself the punishment is supposed to be worse than the last, so now that I'm due for my sixth punishment I can't in good conscience suggest anything less than what Aunt Julie gave you for your sixth punishment. The only change I would like is who my witnesses are; instead of my cousins I think there are some people from school that would be more appropriate. If it's okay with you I will text them and have them come to the house." "I'm proud of you for being willing to take the more severe consequences," replied Erica. "If you feel there are more appropriate witnesses, go ahead and invite them." Grace hurriedly sent an invite to the people she felt were her best witnesses. By the time they arrived at home they were waiting on the front steps. Erica recognized the numerous students whose diapers she had changed while she had been performing her community service. Jane Diamond, Toby Garrow, Shelley Yardley, Kimberly Fowler, Amy Hiles, Hillary Downer, Kara Symon, Madison Jeffers, Addison Kamps and Timothy Waller had all agreed to witness Grace's punishment. Grace took her place in the middle of the living room as her peers took seats around the room. Erica placed some towels on the floor before directing Grace to bend over. "Grace will receive 25 swats of the belt over her wet jeans prior to receiving an additional 25 on her bare bottom," she told the assembled witnesses. SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... The damp jeans clinging to Grace's legs darkened as she re-wet her pants, within seconds the towels at her feet were soaking up urine that trickled from the bottom of her pants. Even though they had all already seen her be spanked in her wet pants once today, Grace was still embarrassed to know they were watching her pee in her pants during a spanking. SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT… SWAT! When the initial belting was over Erica began the process of stripping her daughter. Timothy and Toby both squirmed a little as Grace's shirt and bra were removed leaving her bare chest on display. Her wet denim clung to her legs before it was peeled down revealing her saturated panties. The removal of her underwear revealed the most intimate part of her anatomy. As her body was fully displayed to her peers Grace wished it was Tony witnessing her nudity instead of 10 classmates. The gathering of hygiene violators had varying reactions to the urine soaked panties being placed on Grace's face. Jane and Shelly each gave an audible gasp. Kimberly and Hillary had amused smirks. Amy, Kara and Addison all gagged a little. Timothy, Madison and Toby were all too focused on Grace's exposed pussy to fully realize that her face had been covered with pissy underwear. SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT... SWAT… SWAT! "Grace will now stand here on display. I encourage you to stay for the full 2 hours of her punishment" said Erica. Her peers began to chat amongst themselves as they watched Grace endure her time on display. "Did anybody else get their underwear put on their face?" asked Addison. "I think that was the worst part of my punishment from my mom." "Yeah, my mom did that to me too," replied Shelley. "It was super humiliating. My brother called me 'pissy face' for the next few months." "Uh, didn't you shit yourself Addison?" asked Jane. "Your mom really made you have shitty pants on your face? Ugh!" "It was horrible," answered Addison. "Poopy panties on your face is about the most disgusting punishment imaginable. I begged her to just spank me, but she insisted. A couple of years earlier my older sister peed her pants in the car, I giggled with delight when my mom made her wear the wet panties on her face for the rest of the ride home after she had been spanked in a parking lot; my mom reminded me of that as I gagged through my poopy underwear." "I wonder how things are going at Adam's house tonight? I heard his mom pooped her pants during the PTA hearing" said Hillary. "Do you think she'll punish him as severely as yesterday, or will she be a little more lenient now that she's experienced her own accident?" Kara clicked around on her phone for a moment, "The live stream is up, Adam's face is planted against a pair of boxer shorts pinned to his door and his ass has the same red marks that Grace has. It appears his mom isn't going to let up." As much as Grace hated having witnesses to her punishment she found some comfort in knowing her mom had no intention of putting her punishments on the internet like Adam and Jenny or out in the front yard like Maria. Grace cracked a small smile as she thought about how absurd it was that she was grateful for being naked in front of 10 of her peers with urine soaked underwear over her face! "Grace," said Jane, "while we're here we should give you some advice so you're not unprepared. Don't worry about peeing in the diaper; it feels like everyone is watching you, but in reality no one pays attention. If you have to pee, just let it out. Wiggling and squirming as you try to hold your bladder draws way more attention than just wetting the diaper." Hillary added, "If you need to poop you may want to do that in a crowded hallway instead of a classroom. The sound of pooping might be a little obvious in a quiet classroom. The smell probably won't be attributed to you if you are walking through a crowd; the crowd isn't likely to know who's responsible for the stink, they'll just think someone farted. If I have to poop I try to do it right before our diapers get changed so I'm not sitting in the sticky mess for too long, that also helps mitigate the issue of people smelling it." Grace wanted to give a proper reply but instead she just nodded. She felt it was better to be rude than risk tasting the stale urine that was still soaked into the panties covering her face. "It'll be okay, Grace," said Jane. "It's been embarrassing since the whole school found out we have diapers, but we actually haven't been teased very much. In fact, not at all since Adam and Michelle got put on restriction for teasing the wrong boy." "Th… th… thanks" stuttered Grace, as she tried to keep the drenched cotton away from her mouth. Eventually Grace's time was up, as her wet panties were removed from her face her friends got up to leave. "We'll see you tomorrow," said Kara. Hillary gave Grace a reassuring pat on her shoulder. Jane gave Grace a hug as she said, "Thank you for trusting us enough to be here for this. We'll support you as best we can at school tomorrow. The first day will be weird, but it really isn't that bad." Grace collected her wet clothes from the floor and carried them to the laundry room, then headed to the shower. As she stepped into the warm water she was grateful her new friends would help her adjust to the next phase of her public shaming. *********************************** Erica walked to the custodian's closet, she felt a mixture of familiarity and apprehension as she grabbed her cleaning cart to begin her day of community service. It had only been a week since she had completed serving her prior sanctions but now she was back for more. Erica smiled as she was instructed to begin her day by scrubbing the toilets in the nurse's office; she liked the nurse and enjoyed chatting with her as Erica scrubbed toilets. "We all knew it was likely to happen," said the nurse, "but I was still disappointed when Grace was brought to me yesterday. She seemed to be doing okay when she came to me this morning for her first diaper, I think she'll get through this better than most." "She's a strong one," agreed Erica. "Overall she'll be fine but I am a little concerned how she'll react to the first time having to use her diaper." "They are all pretty embarrassed the first few times they come in for a change but it gets easier after a week or so" replied the nurse. "They've all done well when you or Bethany changed them; you two were both pretty understanding. It's been a little rougher since Heather Blanc took over diaper changing, she generally scolds them during it; most days 2 or 3 of them leave here in tears. Today will be Cassidy Bowman's first day on diaper detail, hopefully she'll be more understanding than Heather, but I doubt it." The toilets in the nurse's office were quickly cleaned and Erica moved on to the second floor girls room. She had completed two stalls when the passing time bell rang; she tucked herself in the corner with her cleaning cart to stay out of the way of the students coming and going and listened to the gossip. "He did it again, it's his third strike." "He has a cute butt, I don't mind looking at him bending over waiting for his paddling." "Another one in diapers, can you believe it!" "Did you see her waddling? Grace certainly isn't doing a good job hiding that she has a diaper." "Do you think Adam will be the only one at the assembly? I heard Carrie Holcomb had to rush out of science class, do you think she'll be on the stage with Adam?" Soon the passing time ended and Erica was left alone to continue her monotonous scrubbing. Within 30 minutes the nurse brought Erica to the auditorium where the students were assembled. Erica could see that Adam was the only student waiting to be disciplined, she felt relief for Carrie Holcomb, and Carrie's mom. Erica took her place at the back of the auditorium along with Heather Blanc, Cassidy Bowman, Bethany Vargas, and Sophie Larkin. As the prior hygiene violators were called up on stage by the principal, Erica found herself watching as her daughter waddled into position next to the other violators. The gossip she had overheard in the bathroom was correct, Grace really was struggling to conceal that she was wearing a diaper. As the principal made an example of Adam, Erica focused most of her attention on Cassidy Bowman. Her face showed no empathy for the pain or embarrassment that her son was experiencing. Cassidy just scowled and shook her head, clearly upset by his defiance of the hygiene policy. A glance at Sophie Larkin revealed a smirk as her best friend's son had his wet butt paddled. Erica wondered what reaction Sophie would show if Michelle Larkin ended up on that stage during her toilet restriction. Erica also pondered what reactions their children will have on Saturday as Cassidy and Sophie are each publicly paddled by the PTA. Soon the assembly was dismissed and Erica returned to finish the second floor girls bathroom. She only had one stall to go when the bell rang to indicate another passing time, she took her position in the corner ready to listen again. "I don't feel bad for him, he shouldn't have been a bully; I hope Michelle wets herself, she's a bully too." "I still can't believe they make all the others stand there, there's so many of them!" "I'm surprised Maria hasn't been put in diapers yet. Have you seen her at the end of the day, she has to go so bad she can barely walk." Within a few minutes the girl's room emptied and the bell rang to signal the beginning of the next class period. Erica finished up the girl's restroom and pushed her cart toward the closest boy's restroom. As she walked through the empty hall she felt a familiar twinge in her bladder. A glance at her watch showed it was not even 2pm, Erica gave a long sigh; with over 5 hours before the PTA Conduct Committee meeting, she knew her Local Amendment 26 inspection would not go well.

I am so happy to hear that!!!! .... of course I am curious if your hygiene violation led to consequences for either you or your mom? I have been working on the next installment, I'd like to have it out within a week or so. Hopefully it will continue to entertain.

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"Miss Campbell, sit still!" Grace attempted to gain some composure as she sat at her desk. Having her health teacher, Mrs Land, call out her need for the restroom caused Grace to blush. It wasn't even lunch time yet and her need was so great that Grace could not stop squirming. Knowing the eyes of her peers were upon her, Grace vowed to be more subtle. A mere 90 seconds passed before Grace was once again fidgeting. She wrapped her left leg around her right leg, then wrapped her right leg around her left. When that didn't work Grace shuffled in her chair with her thighs clamped together. Next she found herself clapping her upper legs together. Grace panicked as she felt a hot spurt escape into her panties, all she could do was shove her left hand between her legs to try physically blocking the flow. The throbbing of her bladder was joined by a wave of nausea as Grace came to the realization that she was about to become a three time Hygiene Violator. A quick glance around the room confirmed her fear, everyone was watching! Mrs Land recognized that the class was focused on Grace instead of the lesson. The health teacher paused her lesson; "Grace you have become a distraction, I need you to step to the front of the classroom." Slowly Grace rose from her seat and began the humiliating trek to the front of the classroom. Each step was physically painful as she tried to hold back the yellow liquid that her bladder was trying to evict. Miraculously she made it to the front of the classroom without any additional loss of control. "The sooner you get it over with, the sooner I can send you to the office" said Mrs Land. "I know this is embarrassing but dragging it on will just make it worse." Grace hated that her teacher was right, there was no rational point in physically hurting herself just to delay her accident for another few minutes. Realizing that wet pants were inevitable did not make it any less humiliating, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Grace wiggled and bounced up and down as she begged her teacher, "Not here, not in front of the class! Don't make me do it in front of them! Please?" "I realize the consequences you are facing are quite unpleasant, but I can't have you disrupting an entire hour of learning. It's going to happen anyway, please just get it over with so your classmates can get back to the lesson." Grace shook her head and pleaded with her teacher, "Can't you send me to the hall so they're not watching? Why do I have to stand up here? This is so humiliating!" Grace found herself doubled over with both hands clamped firmly between her thighs. The health teacher showed no empathy. "There is no point in being discreet, the entire school will soon be assembled to watch the punishment that you are clearly about to earn. If you didn't want them to watch you wet your pants, you shouldn't have come to class with a full bladder." "But I'm on restriction! I don't want to come to class with a full bladder, I learned my lesson after the first time I peed my pants. It's not fair. Please don't…" Grace couldn't finish her plea; the hot pressure entering her underwear overwhelmed her. Her classmates watched as the legs of Grace's jeans became immediately soaked. The urine started at her crotch and quickly flowed down the inside of each leg until the denim could hold no more. The waterfall from between her legs combined with an outpouring from the bottom of her pants to form a large pool on the tile floor around her. Grace's face burned in shame as her classmates once again took photos and videos of her hygiene failure. After an eternity of being displayed in front of the class Grace finally looked out into the classroom. Her peers were smiling and grinning, clearly entertained by watching the young woman humiliate herself. She again saw several boys fidgeting in their seats as they attempted to hide the arousal caused by Grace's show. Mrs Land called on the one girl in the middle of the classroom whose face displayed a grin, but her eyes showed a twinge of fear. "Michelle, I need someone to escort Grace to the office. I believe it would be very appropriate for you to do the honors. After Grace has been turned over to the nurse, please stop at the custodian's office to request some assistance with Grace's puddle." Michelle Larkin stepped to the front of the room and motioned for Grace to follow her to the door. As they passed the teacher's desk, Mrs Land handed Michelle the discipline referral that had been filled out for Grace. "Everyone knows you are on toilet restriction, Michelle. As you take Grace, I want you to think about what it will feel like when you are the one being escorted to the nurse." The two young women walked in silence until they stopped outside of the nurse's door. "How... how… um… how bad is it?" stammered Michelle. "It's horrible!" snapped Grace. "It is painful while you try to hold it, your pants feel gross when it's over, it's absolutely degrading to have everyone watch you lose control, and it's demeaning to have your shame and punishment shared with the whole world." "I'm sorry," mumbled Michelle as she opened the door. Michelle didn't stick around once the referral slip was handed to the nurse. As Michelle ran off to find the custodian, Grace found herself wondering if Michelle was trying to apologize or was merely thinking out loud that she was sorry for herself. **************************** The students were assembled in the auditorium as Grace stood in the center of the stage. She blushed in embarrassment as the principal began the punishment assembly by announcing her third accident to the assembled teenagers (although her soaking wet jeans were all the announcement that was really needed). He briefly recapped her prior accidents before calling forward the other hygiene violators; they too blushed in embarrassment as their bathroom misdeeds were read aloud so their peers would be reminded of their shameful acts. Grace could see Michelle Larkin sitting in the second row. Michelle was fidgeting as she watched the assembly, Grace found herself hoping that Michelle would find her way to the same stage later that day. Grace, along with all the other students, we're aware of Adam Bowman's decision regarding his toilet restriction. She felt some compassion for Adam and hoped that later in the day when it would be his turn for punishment that the students would be somewhat forgiving. Grace felt that Adams' acknowledgment was a step in the right direction; she hoped the rest of her classmates would be willing to give him a second chance. The principal pulled out his paddle and directed Grace to turn her buttocks toward the audience and grab her ankles. Whack... whack... whack... whack… whack... whack... whack… whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack… whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack… whack... whack... whack... whack... whack! The searing heat on her behind made Grace wince. She was proud of the fact that she was able to tolerate two dozen swats without crying out in pain; the numerous spankings she had gotten over the last few weeks had certainly toughened her up! With the paddling complete the principal directed her to once again face the packed auditorium. "As you all are aware, a third hygiene violation requires that the offending student be placed in diapers. Grace will be left in her wet pants for the remainder of the day as part of her punishment, as well as be an example for others. Beginning tomorrow Grace will, like the others standing behind her, wear a diaper at all times while on school property. She's not allowed to use a toilet, she may only use the provided diaper. She will have her diaper changed everyday at lunch time and will have it checked every day as she leaves the campus; if she is able to keep her diaper clean and dry for one full month she will once again be allowed limited toilet access. None of the students who have been disciplined with diapers have ever made it a full month without wetting or soiling themselves, it is likely Grace will remain diapered until she graduates." *********************************** Erica re-read the notice of her Maternal Responsibility Act hearing before the PTA Conduct Committee. It was identical to the two prior notices she had received after Grace's prior wettings. Just as before, there were no details. No way to know the circumstances of her daughter's accident. Erica wished she was still performing community service to the school, then she would at least hear the rumors and be allowed to stand at the back of the auditorium. When 7pm finally arrived, Erica found herself standing before a packed audience, anxiously waiting to see what misfortunes would fall to the women standing on the stage. The docket was short, only Erica and Cassidy Bowman had hearings before the committee. Bethany Vargas, Heather Blanc, Casidy Bowman, and Sofie Larkin all faced Local Amendment 26 inspections; as usual, Bethany was obviously in violation of the amendment. Adam Bowman and Grace were led in, both students walking wide legged as they struggled unsuccessfully to keep their wet pants from clinging to their legs. As Grace walked in, Erica was relieved to see there was no lump or brown stain around her daughter's buttocks. Even though it was a third violation, Erica's sanctions would not be doubled for a bowel control accident. A quiet whimper redirected Eric's attention to Cassidy Bowman. It had been the chunky mother's first day of community service; the squirms that accompanied her whimper were evidence that Local Amendment 26 was a struggle for her as well. Erica watched as Cassidy squeezed her thighs and did a little curtsy. Cassidy turned slightly as she stood back up, as she did Erica could see the clenching butt cheeks in the other woman's tight leggings. A sympathetic nod from Bethany Vargas went unnoticed by Cassidy, she was too focused on maintaining her own control to be aware of anything around her. The Committee Chair called Erica forward. "A third violation, what a shame! I had been hopeful the discipline you had been imposing at home would have taught your daughter a lesson, unfortunately the wet jeans clinging to your daughter's legs are evidence to the contrary. There is no precedent for the sanctions you will face under the Maternal Responsibility Act for having a child commit three hygiene violations, I believe we should start with some input from your daughter." Grace addressed the committee, "It's not her fault. I am the one who keeps peeing in my pants, the punishments should be mine alone. My mom has done everything that is expected of her since her first appearance before this committee; she has disciplined me, she has made me reflect on what led up to each of my accidents, and when appropriate she has subjected herself to discipline and reflection as a way to set an example for me. She has been open about the circumstances and discipline she and I have been enduring; many students and mothers have been educated about the importance of bladder control and the consequences that come from wetting. "My failure today has nothing to do with my mom's lack of trying," continued Grace. She has done everything in her power to teach me a lesson, it's not her fault that I was incapable of holding my bladder today. She doesn't deserve any sanctions, what she deserves is praise for dealing with my wetting issues the last few weeks." Turning to Erica, the chair asked, "Do you agree with your daughter?" "I am grateful that Grace feels I have taught her a lesson; I just wish I would have taught it to her sooner. I'm certainly not happy about the sanctions I am likely to receive but I understand the importance of making an example of me." The chair opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted as Cassidy Bowman uttered, "Oh God!" A strong hissing noise accompanied the rapid darkening of Cassidy's leggings as urine poured down her legs. A foul odor combined with a crackling noise led Cassidy to further humiliation as she defecated in her pants. There must have been over 200 people in the audience, all of whom were initially speechless. Within moments the silence was broken by numerous bouts of giggling as the assembled audience took delight in watching Cassidy Bowman publicly violate Local Amendment 26 in the most disgusting manner. "Ms Bowman! Have you no decorum?" scolded the Committee Chair. "As soon as we finish with Ms Campbell we will see to you." Turning back to Erica, "The Conduct Committee is aware of the numerous steps you have taken to address proper hygiene for your daughter at school as well as at home. You have made yourself and your household an example of the proper functioning of the Maternal Responsibility Act. Despite the progress you have made, you are still responsible for your daughter's behavior. The committee has decided to implement a standard sanction of 100 swats corporal punishment spread out over two Saturday sessions as well as 100 hours of community service to the school." Erica and Grace were dismissed back to their places at the sides of the stage. As Cassidy Bowman was called forward Erica could see the brown stain where her leggings sagged under the weight of her bowel movement. The stench as Cassidy waddled past caused Erica to involuntarily crinkle her nose. The Chair of the PTA Conduct Committee slowly shook her head as Cassidy stood before the committee. "We had hoped you would convince your son to maintain his hygiene at school today, it appears you are not successful." Turning to Adam, "What did your mom do to try and convince you of the importance of proper hygiene?" "There was really nothing said," answered Adam. "I mean, she punished me, but other than that there was nothing." The chair looked at Cassidy to elaborate. "There didn't seem to be much to talk about, I had already told him what the punishment would be if he wet his pants. He wet them anyway, so I went straight to the punishment. I expect tonight will be much the same." "What about setting an example?" asked the chair. "Will an example be made of you when you get home today?" Adam smirked while his mother stammered as she tried to come up with an acceptable answer. "Um… ah… I guess, um… I'm not sure I need to be punished. I only had an accident because I wasn't allowed the bathroom." "Isn't that also what contributed to your son's hygiene violation?" prompted the committee chair. "What kind of an example are you setting if he gets punished at home and you don't?" Cassidy bit her lower lip and shrugged. She knew the only answer that would appease the Conduct Committee was not something she was willing to suggest. "The committee deems you responsible under the terms of the Maternal Responsibility Act," announced the chair. "Your sanctions include 50 swats of corporal punishment and 40 hours of community service to the school. Since you already have corporal punishment this Saturday, the corporal punishment from today's incident will be administered the following Saturday." Cassidy joined the other mothers to wait for her Local Amendment 26 inspection; Erica stifled a slight gag as the odor from Cassidy's pants overwhelmed her nostrils. Erica knew she would likely have several wet inspections in her future, she prayed there would never be a day that she would be caught in poopy pants. Bethany Vargas was called forward for her inspection. Upon taking up her position Mrs Lind immediately began the formality of Bethany's inspection. "There's a strong smell of urine coming from her pants and there are visible stains soaking her crotch, thighs, calves and buttocks, even her shoes appear wet." The inspector placed her hand between Bethany's thighs and then reached behind and patted the seat of her pants. "There is a distinct feeling of wetness to her pants, there is no lump or mass near her buttocks." Mrs Lind pulled Bethany's pants down to her ankles. "Her panties have distinct urine staining to the crotch, there appears to be no fecal matter in the back of her underwear." Bethany had failed enough inspections to know what was coming next, she bent over and held her ankles tightly as she waited for her punishment. Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack! When the punishment was over Bethany stood up and pulled up her wet pants before returning to the side of the stage. Cassidy Bowman was called next, she did not have the same experience as Bethany and had to be given instructions every step of the way. "Place your feet shoulder width apart, place your hands behind your head interlocking your fingers," instructed Mrs Lind. The inspector slowly walked around Cassidy, who was hyperventilating with anxiety. "The external visual inspection reveals wet staining to her crotch, thighs, calves and buttocks. There are visible brown stains over her buttocks. There's a strong odor of urine and an overwhelming order of fecal matter coming from her leggings." Cassidy gasped as Mrs Lind placed her hand between her thighs and next patented her rear end. "The external physical exam reveals wetness to her thighs and a squishy mass over her buttocks." Tears dripped from her face when Mrs Lind abruptly pulled Cassidy's leggings down to her ankles. Her face blushed with shame as the audience was given a view of the rear of her formerly white panties. "The internal visual inspection reveals urine staining the crotch of her underpants. There is a significant amount of fecal matter oozing out of her underpants and sticking to her buttocks and thighs." Cassidy trembled as the chair announced her consequences. "Ms Bowman, you have failed to meet the requirements for proper hygiene and behavior while under sanction as required by Local Amendment 26 to the Maternal Responsibility Act. The standard penalty is 10 swats of corporal punishment for lack of bladder control. Your loss of bowel control is deemed more significant, as a result you are to be penalized with 20 strokes of corporal punishment. This penalty will be carried out immediately." Mrs Lind instructed Cassidy to bend over and grab her ankles. Smack... Smack... Smack... "Owww!"...Smack... Smack... Nooo!... Smack... Smack... Smack... "Oh God!"... Smack... Smack… "I'm sorry!"... Smack... Smack... "I'll hold it next time!"... Smack... Smack... Smack.. Smack... "Please, no more!"... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack! Mrs Lind directed Cassidy to stand up and once again place her hands behind her head. Cassidy continued to sob as Mrs Lind pulled up her wet and soiled leggings before sending her to rejoin the other mothers. The next mother due for inspection was Heather Blanc. As always Erica was hoping to see her nemesis humiliated before the crowd. Erica was disappointed when Mrs Lind announced there was no staining, wetness, or odor coming from Heather's slacks. Once again Erica was dismayed by Heather's ability to control her bodily functions. Last was Sophie Larkin. Erica could see that Sophie was trying to put on a brave face as Mrs Lind got down on one knee to stare at the crotch of Sophie's yoga pants. As the external visual inspection ended and the external physical inspection began, Sophie began to breathe heavily. The humiliation of having her pants pulled down for the internal visual inspection was just too much, Sophie broke down in tears as her pale green panties were displayed to the crowd. Sophie took no comfort in the fact that she passed her inspection, she was mortified at the indignity of being publicly stripped of her pants. While relieved that she did not need to be inspected today, Erica walked out of the hearing dreading the inspections in her future. She reflected on the overwhelming humiliation Cassidy had experienced by soiling herself at the hearing, Erica prayed she would be spared that indignity over the next few weeks.

"Today was almost tolerable," Grace told Tony. "I have to go, but I will probably make it home. No need to rush me to the gas station!" "That is great!" As the young couple stepped out of the school Tony gestured toward the girl who was hobbling a few feet ahead of them. "It appears Maria's day has not been so easy," he whispered. The brunette in front of them was obviously on the verge of saturating her trousers. Maria abruptly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, the young woman made a small curtsy, then stood rigidly still with her hands pressed firmly between her thighs. Grace approached Maria and gently touched her shoulder, "Can we help you get to a gas station?" "I'm not allowed," whined Maria. "It would be worse than wetting my pants. I just need to get across the street and off school property, at least then I will only be punished at home." "Then we should hurry," answered Grace. As Maria moved her hands from between her legs and took a few tentative steps, Grace saw a tennis ball size stain appear in her friend's crotch. From a few feet back Tony could see a darkening patch of fabric at the base of Maria's butt, he quickly moved behind her to shield the view from any school faculty that may be watching. After a dozen tense steps Grace had helped Maria to the curb. As they waited for traffic to clear, Tony watched as dark streaks began to extend down the inside of Maria's legs. "Just another 30 seconds" encouraged Grace. "We're almost off school grounds, just 50 more feet!" When the street was clear Grace pulled her friend across. There was no trying to be subtle; she just had to get Maria across the street before anyone noticed the accident that had started. As soon as they made it to the other side of the street the floodgates immediately opened and urine poured out of Maria, she sighed in relief as she wet her pants in front of Grace and Tony. When her bladder finished emptying, Maria locked eyes with Grace, "I hate having to piss myself everyday. I hate that my mom has to piss herself every day because of me. I just want this to be done." "Soon it will be over," replied Grace. "Our toilet restriction is over half done. In less than 2 weeks we can use the bathroom at school again." "I doubt I'll make it through tomorrow, let alone 2 weeks," said Maria. "As we were being called up to the stage during today's assembly, I kept wishing I were diapered like the rest of them, instead of squirming trying to not pee my pants. I think I'll be relieved when I finally get put in diapers." "Anyway," continued Maria, "thank you for getting me away from the school today. By tomorrow I'll probably feel like trying again." Maria trudged away to make her walk home in wet shame. ****** At 6:59 PM the lone student offender was led to the side of the stage for the beginning of his mother's hearing under the Maternal Responsibility Act. A large wet stain on the front of Adam Bowman's jeans left no doubt as to why Cassidy Bowman was standing next to Bethany Vargas and Heather Blanc. Erica felt grateful to be a spectator; Grace had been successful at keeping her pants dry all day! The chair of the PTA Conduct Committee made a comment about how well behaved the student body had been. "Only one hearing today, it is truly a pleasure to see the number of cases dwindling. The Maternal Responsibility Act is surely helping improve student behavior!" Cassidy Bowman was called forward, "I see you are joining us for a second day in a row" commented the chair. "I had hoped you would have a talk with your son last night to encourage positive behavior." "Oh, he got talked to!" Cassidy continued, "I told him that if he pissed himself at school, he would get the same punishment as that Blanc girl." "Today's hygiene violation clearly shows how ineffective your threat of punishment was," replied the chair. "It was no idle threat," answered Cassidy. "I picked up thumb tacks so his boxers can be pinned to the door, then I set up the webcam so his punishment can be streamed online. I already have a good sturdy belt picked out for the spanking." Turning to Adam the Chair asked, "The violation report from the principal indicates you wet yourself pretty early in the day, the punishment your mom promised did not seem to matter." "I am absolutely dreading my punishment at home" replied Adam. "Knowing what my mom is going to do to me almost made me change my mind, but I can't handle the agony of toilet restriction at school. I have seen how the students look at Grace, Jenny, and Maria as they struggle throughout the day. I decided it would be less humiliating to just get my three accidents over with. It's going to suck to be put in diapers after two more days, but at least I won't be the object of all the staring, taunts, teases, and whispers behind my back. I am going to own my punishment. I don't want to hear anybody commenting about how my butt clenches when I'm trying to hold back, or making crass remarks if I have to hold my penis to keep from leaking, or having the girls discuss if holding my pee gives me an erection. I overheard all of those things in just the first hour of the school day! Wetting myself and taking the punishment seems the best way to move on with a little dignity." Cassidy glared at her son. He had just doomed her to two more sanctions under the Maternal Responsibility Act! Erica knew that she, Heather, and Bethany had all only been sanctioned two times for their daughters committing hygiene violations; she had often wondered what sanction would be considered severe enough if a third violation occurred. Erica recognized the look of terror on Cassidy's face as Cassidy was left to ponder that very question for the next two days. Erica's mind raced as she contemplated Cassidy's fate, Erica didn't even pay attention as the conduct committee assigned Cassidy the standard first offense sanction. Erica's focus returned as the Local Amendment 26 inspections began. Bethany's black leggings didn't show any obvious signs of wetness however, her sheepish look and penguin waddle foretold what Mrs Lind would find. Erica was somewhat happy for Bethany when the inspection revealed that she would receive ten swats for only being wet; today Bethany would be spared the added humiliation that came with poor bowel control. Bethany howled through her punishment, but it was over quickly. As Heather Blanc took her place in front of the committee with her hands on her head, Erica felt her pulse quicken; she longed for Heather to have another embarrassing accident in front of the crowd of spectators. Nothing showed on her light blue leggings, but Erica held out hope that Heather's panties would show a stain. Mrs Lind began the inspection the way she always did: walking full circle around Heather, getting down on her knee to stare at Heather's crotch, and taking note of the odors emitting from Heather's clothing. "There is no visible staining to the crotch or buttocks and no odor of either urine or feces from the crotch or buttocks" Mrs Lind reported to the Conduct Committee. The inspection continued as Mrs Lind reached between Heather's legs then walked behind her and patted the bottom of her buttocks. "No dampness was felt between her legs" reported Mrs Lind. "There was no dampness and no soft mass around the area of her buttocks." The audience saw Heather turn bright red as Mrs Lind pulled down her leggings, revealing her pale green panties. After reaching between her legs, patting Heather's bottom and peeking inside the back of her panties, Mrs Lind gave her final report to the Conduct Committee: "There is no dampness, staining, or soiling in her underwear." "We are pleased you didn't violate Local Amendment 26" announced the chair. "We'll see you tomorrow." Erica and the other spectators filed out of the auditorium. Erica pondered how Heather Blanc could make it through the day without even a dribble when she and Bethany Vargas seemed to only be capable of complete wetting.

Erica took her seat as a spectator for Monday evening's PTA Conduct Committee session. The first eight cases on the docket did not interest her, it was the Local Amendment 26 inspections of Heather Blanc and Bethany Vargas that she was there to see. The 10 mothers standing on the side of the stage had varied looks of anticipation. Most of the mothers did not seem very concerned, their children had clearly committed some of minor offense that was not likely to earn her a severe sanction. A couple of the mothers looked anxious, their children had obviously committed violations that were a little more serious. Unsurprisingly Erica's attention quickly went to Heather Blanc and Bethany Vargas. Erica did not see any visible staining on Heather's pants, but her posture was not normal; she appeared to be standing rigid with her legs close together, almost as if she was standing at attention. Her face looked grim and she focused on a poster hanging on the far wall. Erica recognized the signs of a woman who was expending most of her energy on bladder control. Erica found herself hoping that a full inspection would reveal a violation of Local Amendment 26. Bethany's jeans were unable to hide her obvious violation of Local Amendment 26. Large stains darkened the denim from her crotch all the way to her ankles, when Bethany turned slightly to look at the back of the stage her buttocks displayed an obvious lump underneath her saturated jeans. The crowd of spectators was guaranteed to witness at least one humiliation before the end of the evening. The chair of the PTA Conduct Committee called the meeting to order when the student offenders had taken their place across from their mothers. The first six mothers were dealt with quickly. Jasmine Thompson-35: son Jamie- 1st Tardy, was sanctioned 3 swats and 1 hour community service. Molly Jones - 47: daughter Polly- 2nd tardy, was sanctioned 6 swats and 1 hour community service. Liz Newhall- 39: son Caleb- running in the hall, was sanctioned 3 swats and 1 hour community service. Kaitlyn Gregory- 41: daughter Angela- poor academic performance, was sanctioned 6 swats and 2 hours community service. Gwen Jenkins- 36: son Albert- swearing in school, was sanctioned 3 swats and 1 hour community service. Maggie Griffin- 40: son Hans- overdue library book, was sanctioned 1 hour community service. Erica paid little attention to the first half dozen cases being presented. Her time was spent focused on Heather Blanc. As the PTA meeting was being conducted Erica watched her nemesis intently; every time Heather grimaced Erica grinned, each time Heather clenched her thighs together Erica would mentally cheer, and the one time Heather crossed her legs and crouched down it was all Erica could do not to clap her hands in excitement. Erica was so focused on Heather that she nearly missed the details of the last two offenses. The chair of the Conduct Committee called Sophie Larkin and Cassidy Bowman at the same time. The 37-year-old mothers have been best friends for years and their children have grown up as close friends; it came as no surprise that Adam Bowman and Michelle Larkin would find themselves getting into trouble together. The students looked at the ground in shame as their mothers listened to their offense being read into the official record: A rumor had been going around school for a few days that one of their classmates had wet his pants at school during their freshman year; he somehow made it through his toilet restriction without any further accidents so he wasn't required to wear a diaper; many of the students have been making comments that he should be diapered and made to stand on the stage during the school assemblies when hygiene violators were punished. Today, Michelle and Adam were caught taping Depends to Terry's locker. Unfortunately for the duo, Terry was not the boy who had wet himself. The principal took this act of bullying very seriously and punished Michelle and Adam with a 10 swat spanking, two weeks of detention after school, and a two-week revocation of all toilet privileges at school. "Do you have anything pertinent in your defense?" the committee chair asked the mothers. Cassidy Bowman was the first to respond. "It seems like it was just a little teenage teasing." "Everyone laughs and gossips a little" added Sophie Larkin. "I mean, who wouldn't tease a little when you find out your friend peed themselves." The chair turn to Adam and Michelle. "Tell me, do you frequently hear your mothers gossiping? What about teasing" Michelle reluctantly answered, "Well... I mean... a little." "They've been talking about Erica Campbell, Bethany Vargas, and Heather Blanc lately." added Adam. "Nothing much different than what is being said at school about Grace, Maria, Jenny, and all the others who have to wear diapers." "I see." The Conduct Committee briefly whispered amongst themselves before the chair turned to the two plump women standing in front of the committee. "Neither of you appeared at all concerned about the behavior of your children. It also seems the two of you have completely missed the point that your children were teasing the wrong boy! The PTA Conduct Committee finds that under the stipulations of the Maternal Responsibility Act, you are each partially responsible for the misbehavior of your children. You are each sanctioned with 20 swats of corporal punishment to be administered on Saturday morning. You are each required to perform 12 hours of community service to the school; due to the circumstances involved, you are subject to a full restriction of your own restroom privileges at all time on school property until your sanctions have been completed successfully and your children have competed all punishments assigned by the school." Erica gave a quiet grunt of approval as Cassidy and Sophie returned to the side of the stage. She decided to watch for these women on upcoming dockets of the Conduct Committee; surely one, if not both, of their children were bound to commit a hygiene violation during their restriction. Bethany Vargas was called forward. "I see the inspection is merely a formality today", said the chair. "Mrs. Lind, you may begin the inspection." Erica could only see Bethany from the back side, but she could imagine the shame that must have been in Bethany's eyes as Mrs Lind ordered her into position for her inspection. Even though the offense was obvious, Mrs Lind still walked slowly around Bethany before telling the committee chair: "The external visual inspection is complete. She is showing obvious wetness in her crotch, down both legs, and the lower portion of her buttocks. There's a strong odor of urine coming from her pants. The buttocks area of her jeans has a visible brown stain and there's a visible lump in the seat of her pants. A strong odor feces is noticeable from her back side." A collective chuckle came from the audience as Mrs Lind placed a hand between Bethany's legs from the front and then stepped behind her and patted the seat of her jeans. "The external physical exam reveals obvious wetness in her crotch, on her buttocks, and down each leg all the way to the bottom. A touch over her buttocks reveals a squishy mass between her butt cheeks." Several members of the audience gagged as Mrs Lind lowered Bethany's jeans. The brown shame was visible to the entire auditorium and the front few rows couldn't avoid the order. "The internal inspection reveals urine staining in the front of her underpants and a large deposit of fecal material in the back and bottom of her underpants." "As we have previously discussed, loss of bowel control is more egregious than loss of bladder control. The penalty for violating Local Amendment 26 is 10 swats over your panties; due to your loss of bowel control that penalty will be increased to 20 swats." The chair gave a nod to Mrs Lind, who picked up a strap and walked behind Bethany. Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack.. Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack! When Bethany was dismissed she slowly pulled up her pants, allowing the wet denim to cover her filthy panties. Erica could see tears of humiliation rolling down her cheeks as Bethany walked back to the side of the stage. Erica felt her pulse increase as Heather Blanc was called forward. This was it, the moment of truth! She kept thinking to herself: Please let her underwear have a stain! "Place your hands on your head" instructed Mrs Lind. "Now spread apart your legs until your feet are approximately 24 in apart." When Heather displayed herself for inspection, Mrs Lind began to slowly walk around her in a circle. Mrs Lind lowered herself to one knee and spent several seconds staring at Heather's crotch. When the front of the inspection was complete, Mrs Lind stepped behind Heather and again went to one knee. After several seconds of inspecting Heather's rear end, Mrs Lind rose and addressed the PTA Conduct Committee. "The external visual inspection found no visible staining to her crotch, legs, or the seat of her pants. There is no odor of feces. There is a slight odor of urine coming from her crotch." Erica nearly jumped out of her seat, she had never been so excited to hear a middle-aged woman utter the phrase 'slight odor of urine'! Mrs Lind reached between Heather's legs from the front, she then walked behind and patted Heather on the buttocks. "The external physical inspection reveals no dampness over her buttocks and no mass or lump can be felt inside the seat of her pants. Dampness can be felt in the crotch of her pants and down the inside of each thigh approximately 3 inches." To Erica's delight, Mrs Lind spun Heather around so she was facing the audience. Heather's pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, slowly Mrs Lind lowered the pants to Heather's ankles. Even from several rows back, Erica could see a damp stain on Heather's pink panties. Erica was ecstatic to see that Heather was about to be penalized for violating Local Amendment 26. Mrs Lind slowly turn Heather back to face the PTA conduct committee, leaving her behind on full view for the audience. The lower portion of the rear of her underwear showed the same dark pink stain as her front. "The Internal Inspection shows urine staining to the front and bottom of her underpants." The chair of the conduct committee prodded Heather for an explanation. "I was able to spend most of the day without much of a need" started Heather. "But around 6:45 p.m., the fullness of my bladder finally got the best of me. I felt a little bit leak out, since then it's been even worse. I've spent every moment since then expecting to make a puddle on the floor." "You have violated Local Amendment 26. The standard penalty of 10 swats will be applied to your buttocks over your wet underwear." Heather was directed to lean forward and grab her ankles. Before Mrs Lind could step behind her with the strap, Heather's control completely failed her. A yellow stream cascaded out of the gusset of her panties and began to soak into the pants crumpled at Heather's feet. Erica joined the rest of the audience in cackling with laughter at Heather's humiliation. When the cascade slowed to a trickle, Mrs Lind began the punishment. Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack! A sobbing Heather Blanc returned to the side of the stage after pulling up her pants. Erica was amused as she mentally compared the staining of Heather pants to the stain she had created on her own pants a few days before. As the chair of the Conduct Committee adjourned the night's meeting, Erica promised herself she would return every day until Heather's sanctions were complete. **************** Erica walked into the house to find Grace standing on her pile of towels with her hands over her head. Grace's cousins had each been instructed to bring a friend to witness tonight's punishment; all six girls were seated in a circle around Grace as she displayed her wet leggings. "This is Grace's fifth pants wetting in the past 3 weeks, you to be witnesses as she is punished. Her punishment will begin with 20 swats of the belt over her wet leggings, her leggings will be removed and her wet panties will be placed over her face, after that she will receive an additional 20 swats on her bare butt, finally she will stand on display for 2 hours with the wet panties on her face." As Grace listened to her mother explaining her punishment to her cousins and their friends, she was aware of a very full feeling in her bladder. The humiliation she had felt last Friday when she had lost bladder control during her belting had been weighing heavily on her mind as she had waited for her mom to get home. Grace made the decision that she was not going to let them watch as she peed on the floor, the only thing she could think to do was to slowly release her urine into her leggings and hope that the already damp fabric would soak up most of her pee. "Oh my god!" exclaimed Peyton. "She's pissing her pants again!" The warmth running down her legs and the relief from her bladder were not enough to outweigh the shame Grace felt as her cousin pointed out her most recent bladder control failing. "It was bound to happen at some point" explained Erica. "You shouldn't be surprised, it's only been a few days since you watched both Grace and I lose control of ourselves during last week's punishment. She's not allowed to use the toilet until the punishment is complete; the embarrassment of rewetting yourself is part of the punishment." "It is still funny" said Peyton. "It was hilarious last week when you both pissed on the floor, and it is still hilarious tonight." SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT The first set from the belt were over quickly. After enduring numerous punishments for the last few weeks taking 20 swats over her leggings no longer caused Grace to howl in pain. Even though her cousins had seen it happen just a few days earlier they were still appalled as a Grace's saturated panties were moved to her face. Her cousins' friends gasped in shock as the wet fabric draped her face. Grace could hear Peyton mumbling to her sisters: "You know that was Mom's idea; thank God none of us have wet our pants or beds! I can only imagine how long she would make us do that!" Without any additional fanfare, Grace lowered herself into position for her next round with the belt. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT Grace's butt cheeks burned in pain so much that she could feel nothing else. It wasn't until she heard her cousin Peyton rolling in laughter that Grace realized her bladder hadn't completely emptied when she had rewet her pants. The towel on the floor had a wet spot the size of a dinner plate between her feet. Grace started to sigh, but instead she ended up gagging as she inhaled through the urine soaked cotton that covered her face. Peyton's friend, Marie, turned to Peyton and asked: "Was this really your mom's idea?" "Yeah, she is really strict" answered Peyton. "She would never do anything to us that would cause a permanent injury, but we've all had some pretty unpleasant spankings." Peyton asked Marie: "Why do you ask? Are you afraid you're going to wet the bed when you sleep over tonight?" "I've never wet the bed" answered Marie. "But I have to admit, I've had at least a couple of experiences dribbling in my panties when I laugh." "Then you better be careful, my mom would totally make you put wet underwear on your face as she spanked you for that!" "You need to be careful at school as well", Erica told Marie. "I know you girls go to a different school than Grace, but the policies at her school are being implemented throughout the entire District. Unless you have a medical condition, it is a very serious offense to wet your pants. Even a small accident will earn you an incredibly humiliating punishment... and once the school issues you a punishment then your mom has to report for a Maternal Responsibility Act hearing where, undoubtedly, she will face very humiliating sanctions." "Oh, everyone at our school has heard what happened to Grace and the others" said Marie. "Most of us had no clue about there being a school policy against wetting your pants. The only ones who ever got punished for it were so embarrassed that they never told anyone else. My friend Anna peed her pants during a science test a little while before the Maternal Responsibility Act came in to effect, we all knew she had been sent to the nurse but we knew nothing else. When everything that happened to Grace and her friends started popping up on the internet a few of us asked Anna about what had happened to her. It was pretty humiliating for her to confess that not only had she been put on toilet restriction, but she hadn't made it more than a few days before having additional accidents. None of us knew that Anna has spent the last few months peeing in a diaper! Last Friday our school posted the list of students who are wearing diapers as discipline for having accidents; now Anna and the other eight hygiene offenders are getting teased all day long. I've been going to the bathroom between every class, instead of just once or twice a day, I'm terrified I'll end up on that list if I giggle at the wrong time!" "I am sure your mom appreciates your extra diligence with using the restroom" said Erica. "I'm sure she would hate to be referred for a Maternal Responsibility Act sanction." The witnesses chatted until Grace's 2 hours of display we're nearly over. HISSSSSSS... Grace let out a sob as her bladder defied her yet again. The yellow stain on her towel grew by a few inches in diameter. Peyton, her sisters, and their friends all laughed at Grace's further embarrassment. As the laughter finally died down, Aunt Julie arrived to take the girls home. Erica saw Peyton whisper in her mom's ear and then look at her friend Marie. As Marie stood up from her chair Erica was relieved to see that Marie's leggings showed no signs of wetness. Thankfully the girl had not giggled her way to a punishment from Julie.

Grace and Jenny sat at the same lunch table on Monday, the shared experience of being hygiene violators had led to the start of a new friendship. "My mom took me with her to watch the Saturday morning session" said Grace. "Based on your mom's reactions, I am guessing you must have had a pretty rough weekend." "Yeah, my ass is super sore." Jenny answered, "You heard that she is making me smell my accidents every night, didn't you? Of course you heard, she's live streaming them every evening, there's not a single person in this whole city who doesn't know. I think that might be worse than the spankings. I spend an hour with my nose against the first pair of panties; the odor isn't very strong but I know (and so does everyone watching online) how disgusting they are. My nose gets a short reprieve while Mom spanks me, then my nose moves to the second pair of underwear; they don't smell any worse, but knowing I have to spend 2 hours smelling them is miserable! I'm actually pretty relieved when my second spanking starts because it means my nose is no longer pressed against those disgusting panties. And of course it's been doubled to 2 months because of the second accident!" Jenny picked at her food for a minute, "I am actually hungry today, but I don't dare eat too much; I can't risk having to poop while I'm on restriction. I'm utterly terrified that if I poop my pants she'll just triple the punishment I'm already getting... Can you imagine 6 months of having to put my face in my poopy underwear every evening? Ugh, it sounds like the most utterly disgusting punishment on the planet!" "You and Maria must be so mortified having your punishments carried out so publicly!" exclaimed Grace. "I heard that over the weekend, it wasn't just Maria's neighbors watching her get punished in the front yard. I guess several people drove in from other neighborhoods, so they could stand on the sidewalk in front of her house to watch her punishment." "What about Tony?" inquired Jenny. "Is your mom going to let him watch your punishment the next time you piss your pants?" "I am not wetting my pants ever again!" vowed Grace. "You've still got 3 weeks left on restriction" countered Jenny. "You may be a little better at holding it than Maria and me, but you are not that much better! You are not going to make it home dry everyday for the next 3 weeks. You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment, the only thing you can hope for is that it doesn't happen until you after you have left school for the day. That said... is your mom going to have Tony watch?" Grace shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know what she is planning for the next time." Jenny grabbed her friend by the hand, "Despite what I said a few seconds ago, I really believe that of the three of us, you are the one who can make it through the remainder of restriction without a third accident at school. I sure hope you never find out what your mom might do for another wetting." After picking up her lunch tray, Jenny leaned in to whisper in Grace's ear, "I know that somehow she'll turn it around on me and make me suffer another punishment, but I really hope my mom wets her pants today while she is doing her first day community service. It would be so worth it if Karma caught up with her!" As her friend walked away Grace giggled, her mom and Jenny would get along great! ************************* Each tick of the clock was agony. With 40 minutes left in the school day, Grace was squirming non-stop. Her face blushed in embarassment as her classmates kept turning to look at her; a few had given her sympathetic smiles, most had been casting glances of annoyance, but the reaction from Gina nearly brought her to tears. Gina had the most sadistic look in her eyes as she leaned toward Grace. "I remember Mrs. Toole's class," whispered Gina. "I bet we all see a repeat today." Gina pulled out her phone and selected a video, she smirked as she pressed play and turned the screen toward Grace. Grace shuddered as she watched a replay of her humiliation in the front of Mrs. Toole's classroom. "I'll enjoy the next assembly" Gina taunted as she put away her phone. Grace trembled as she recalled Jenny's words at lunch, 'You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment.' Grace prayed she could make it out of school without being the subject of an assembly. Grace tried to read her assignment; she couldn't make it past the second sentence without losing her place. All of Grace's concentration was needed to control her bladder. She shifted in her seat for the fifth time in the past 2 minutes; a sneer from Gina reminded her of the signifigance of holding back her urine. As the final class of the day crept on, Grace found her left hand pressed firmly between her legs. It took all her willpower not to pee. Grace wanted to let out a little pee to ease the unbearable pressure, but Jenny's words stuck with her. 'You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment.' Grace jumped as the bell rang to signal the end of class, she had been so focused on her bladder that Grace had lost track of the clock. Surprise was replaced with panic when she felt a damp warmth. 'You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment.' A look down at her lap was reassuring to Grace. The black leggings she was wearing were shiny enough to hide the small leak. She just had to find Tony and get away from school. Grace was thankfull she no longer had detention, if she were required to stay after school no amount of shiny-ness would hide the cascade that was about to satutate her clothes. Grace carefully walked to her locker. Bending to pick up her backpack from the bottom of her locker was torture. As she stood back up Grace felt another spurt. 'You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment' As Tony approached to give her a ride home, he could see the agony on Grace's face. "I will hurry" he assured her. "I'll get you out of here." Tony took her hand and they went to the closest stairwell. Grace grabbed the handrail and slowly took her first steps down. About half way to bottom of the staircase she was reminded of Jenny's prediction when another jet of urine escaped. 'You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment.' As they stepped onto the sidewalk that separated campus from the public street, Grace saw three yellow drops hit the cement. 'You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment.' Tony's car was parked a block away from the school. By the time they finished walking to the car, Grace had fully earned the next punishment from her mom... and it had come in leaks and dribbles.

I can't wait for the next installment!

Grace poured milk on her cereal before sitting down across the table from her mother. "Last night was super embarrassing. I can't believe my cousins watched me pee as I was being spanked! I swear I will do better." "I know you are trying, dear. It isn't easy to spend all day with restricted access to the bathroom. The good news is, it is the weekend so you can go anytime you want." "I was surprised how many of your friends have had accidents" said Grace. "I actually felt pretty bad for Paul; why did Katie pressure him into telling his story? He seemed pretty humiliated when she brought it up." "Oh, Katie is rather insecure. She's probably worried she might have an accident next week. Katie probably thinks Paul will be less likely to say anything if he knows she will tell everyone about his humiliation." Erica continued, "Their daughter got into some legal trouble recently, I think it was a DWI. Katie has a criminal review hearing before a Maternal Responsibility Act magistrate next week, she's pretty worried about the possible sanctions. Compared to what the PTA hands down, the sanctions from a magistrate are pretty severe for criminal acts." "When I got my first spanking a couple weeks ago, I thought I was in a very small minority" said Grace. "The more I hear people talking, it sounds like a lot of people have been spanked for not making it to the bathroom on time. Even your friend Martha got spanked, and she is an adult!" "Let's finish up breakfast" said Erica. "We can go watch the PTA corporal punishment session this morning, maybe we'll get lucky and Heather Blanc will violate Local Amendment 26 while she is being paddled. That would make my day!" "Oh mom, you and your unhealthy obsession with Mrs Blanc!" ****************************** The Campbells took seats in the auditorium, both were glad to be spectators and not standing on the stage. Grace looked at the page she was holding, "What a list! There's 2 dozen moms on here! It has been a busy week for the PTA." Grace had never seen a Saturday session from the viewpoint of a spectator, both times she had been watching from the side of the stage with the other students who had committed offenses. As Grace looked around at the other audience members she observed quite a mixture of attendees. As she expected, Grace saw many middle-aged men who were obviously looking forward to spending the next hour staring at bent over rear ends. Several members of the audience were boys that Grace recognized from school, clearly they were also looking forward to the bent over MILFs. More surprising to Grace was the number of women, just like her mom, who were there to gloat over the suffering of an acquaintance. The chair of the PTA Conduct Committee opened the session with a short speech about responsibility, accountability, and consequences. As soon as the chair finish speaking the first mom was brought forward and bent over. Marie Lind was fortunate to spend less than 2 minutes displaying her back side to the audience, her six swats were delivered rapidly and she was promptly dismissed. Laura Johnson was quickly called forward, her swats were over in a matter of minutes as well. As Lynn Hassen placed her hands on her ankles, Grace watched the videographer move to a better position; the corporal punishment may only last for a couple of minutes, but the indignity would forever be available on the internet. Most of the women faced corporal punishment of no more than 15 swats each. It only took 45 minutes to get to Heather Blanc and Bethany Vargas, the only two mothers facing lengthy paddlings. Prior to starting the punishment for Heather Blanc, the chair of the Conduct Committee took the opportunity to remind the audience of the enactment of Local Amendment 26. "We have seen too many times in the past several weeks when a mother has acted in a most undignified manner while serving her sanctions. Local Amendment 26 addresses the requirement of a mother to maintain self control, it is fitting that this reminder be given to Mrs Blanc and Mrs Vargas seeing as they are both here because their daughters violated the school's hygiene policy. We certainly hope they don't follow the example set by their daughters." Jenny's mom was called forward first. The men sitting around the Campbell's murmured approval amongst themselves as the attractive mother bent forward. Like most women facing sanction, Heather Blanc had chosen jeans in the hopes the denim would provide more protection than a thin pair of leggings. To the audience's pleasure, Heather's jeans were so tight everyone could see as she clenched and relaxed her butt muscles. Whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack! Coldly, Heather marched back to her place alongside the other moms. The elder Blanc shot her daughter an angry glare, an extra penalty clearly awaited Jenny when they returned home. "Dang it" muttered Erica. She turned to her daughter, "I swear she kept her composure better today than she did last time. Not a yelp or a whimper let alone loss of bladder control. Oh well. I sure hope Heather wets her pants when she gets twice as many swats next week." Bethany Vargas trembled as she stepped forward. She clearly did not have the composer shown by her predecessor. Tears ran from her eyes as the Conduct Committee chair addressed the audience: "The other hygiene violations that have been dealt with since the inception of the Maternal Responsibility Act, have dealt with students who are unable to control their bladders. Bethany Vargas stands before you as an example of what happens to a mother when a student defecates in their pants. The standard first time sanction for a hygiene violation did not seem adequate for the added repulsiveness of her daughter pooping her pants, Mrs Vargas will receive 50 swats of corporal punishment instead of the standard 25." The chair turned to Bethany, "Please bend over." Whack... whack... whack... OWW! whack... whack... whack... STOP! whack... whack... whack... whack... NOOOOO! whack... whack... whack... whack... hissssssssssssssss The seat of Bethany's jeans began to darken, the glistening stain spread across her butt then shot down her thighs. When her urine finished cascading from her legs, the paddling resumed. whack... whack... whack... whack...AHHHH! whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... NO MORE! whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... I SPANKED HER! I PUNISHED HER! I DON'T DESERVE THIS! whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... OWWWW! whack... whack... whack... whack... I'LL SPANK HER HARDER! JUST STOP! whack... whack... whack... whack... OH GOD! I'M SORRY! whack... whack... whack! Bethany was left bent over, showing her wet ass to the crowd as the Conduct Committee conferred. BRRRRRUP! The wet denim did nothing to muffle the sound of Bethany's flatulance. Bethany cringed as her fart echoed throughout the auditoium. Even the Conduct Committee members chuckled at Bethany's added embarassment. "You violated Local Amendment 26" said the Committee Chair. "The extra penalty is 10 extra swats over your panties." Bethany's jeans were unbuttoned and pulled to her ankles, leaving her pale green panties on display. "Oh my god, mom!" exclaimed Grace. "Is this what happened to you yesterday?" "Yeah, I just had a lot fewer witnesses" answered Erica. "Thank goodness I wasn't gassy!" she added. Whack... AHHH! whack... whack... whack... OWWW! whack... whack... whack... I'M SORRY I PEED MY PANTS! whack... whack... whack After she was allowed to pull up her soaked jeans, Bethany hobbled back to the side of the stage. Maria and her mom exchanged looks of compassion from opposite sides of the stage. It was clear to the audience the Vargas' relationship was clearly different than the Blanc's.

My first impulse is to submit my accident reports online so I could avoid the embarassment of being seen mailing a brown or yellow envelope. After a little thought I realize I would probably skip filling out the report at all... of course with my luck I'd probably get found out and punished!

Grace straightened her shirt as she walked Tony to the front door. "I don't have a very sexy reputation after the past few weeks, I thought for sure I wouldn't have another boyfriend until after I moved away." The lingering kiss with his hand on her ass reassured Grace that she was still very sexy to the right guy, even when her pants weren't dry. When Tony was gone Grace began to prep the house. She got two wide leather belts from her closet, one was placed in the living room so it would be ready when Aunt Julie spanked her mom. The second leather belt was brought to the rec room in the basement, Grace knew she would be feeling this one on her own bottom very soon. Next she moved the chairs, three chairs in the rec room for her cousins to sit on. Her mom was set to have both male and female witnesses so Grace made sure there were twice as many chairs in the living room. The final addition to each room was a stack of towels laid on the floor inside each semicircle of chairs; Grace silently prayed neither she nor her mom would pee during their beltings. Ding-Dong!!! Grace peered out the window, Aunt Julie and her cousins were waiting on the sidewalk. Her face reddened as soon as the door was open, her cousins had immediately started pointing and giggling at her damp jeans. The giggling got worse when her cousins saw the towels on the floor. Ding-Dong!!! This time it was her mom's friends (and their husbands). Grace trembled as the husbands took in the view of the wet young woman standing in front of them. Grace escorted them to semi-circle of chairs in the living room, humiliated by the knowledge that her wet ass was prominently displayed. As the guests were taking their seats, Erica arrived home. "Grace, you may go to the rec room now. I'll be down to deal with you in a few minutes" instructed Erica. Erica then turned to her friends. "As you can see, I need to go give Grace a spanking. Grace has her own witnesses waiting downstairs so you can all wait here for a few minutes. When I am done spanking Grace, she and her cousins will come upstairs and join you as witnesses to my own punishment." Grace was standing over the folded towels with her hands on top of her head, her cousins were laughing and pointing, when Erica walked into the rec room. "This is the fourth time you have peed in your pants in the past few weeks. As you know the punishment for a fourth offense is 15 swats with the belt over your wet pants followed by 15 swats on your bare bottom. You will also spend 2 hours with your wet panties covering your face. All of this is to be done in front of witnesses. You will bend over now." Erica picked up the belt and held it against her daughter's wet rear end. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT Grace sobbed gently as her mother removed her wet jeans and underwear. Grace's eyes were shut tightly but she knew what was coming next when she heard one of her cousins gag. The stench of her accident permeated her nostrils, the saturated fabric stuck to her face and nose! As her bare bottom felt the rough leather of the belt, Grace became aware of a familiar pressure in her abdomen. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT HISSSS Grace hated that her bladder had given out during her spanking. She could hear her cousins laughing uncontrollably. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT "It is time to go upstairs so you can watch my punishmemt" said Erica. "You have to leave the underwear on your face for 2 hours, but I'm not going to make you stand in front of my friends without your pants on. You can put the wet jeans back on before we go upstairs." Grace trudged up the stairs while her cousins followed. As her cousins found space to add their chairs to those gathered in the living room Grace was mortified when she heard her mother, "Julie, can you get a new towel for Grace to stand on? She already peed on the one that she stood over when we were downstairs." Not only did the announcement bring a new round of giggles from her cousins, Grace saw smirks on the faces of her mother's friends. Grace was all but forgotten when Erica placed her hands on her head and stood over her own towel. Julie gave short lecture about setting a good example for her daughter, then picked up the belt. "This is your sixth offense Erica! I am asking each of your friends to take video and photos of this punishment. How,or with whom, they share these recordings is up to them." All six phones were pointed at Erica as she bent over. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT Erica's friends continued to record as Julie stripped her sister from the waist down. The piss stained panties that had earned Erica a spanking at the PTA meeting were placed over her face. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT HISSSSS Erica's towel also became soaked. Just like at the PTA meeting, Erica found herself urinating down her legs in front of witnesses. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT "That was 25 over your wet pants and 25 on your bare bottom" said Julie. "If that doesn't convince you to not urinate in your pants a 7th time, I don't know what will." As Grace and Erica stood on display, the witnesses cheerfully chatted about the humiliations they had just observed. Eddie looked at his wife, Amy, "I'm sure glad none of our children have put you in that spot" he said, as he pointed at Erica. Next he pointed to Grace and asked Amy, "Was that ever you growing up?" Eddie's wife bit her lower lip "Uh, not exactly. I got sent to the nurse during my junior year after a little accident in gym class. No one but the gym teacher saw, it happened in my gym shorts so I had my regular clothes to change into so no one else found out. My school had a rule about accidents that required me to wear a diaper to school for a week. The fear of someone finding out has stuck with me to this day." Amy's face turned bright red, "I can't believe I just admitted that!" Paul squirmed in his seat, looking embarassed as his wife, Katie, ran her hand up his thigh. "I think they would all like to hear the story" said Katie. "It's good for them to hear that many families have to deal with this type of thing." Reluctantly Paul told the group. "When I was a teenager, one of our family trips involved driving halfway across the country. On our drive to the resort I had fallen asleep in the car, my family didn't wake me up at the rest area when everyone else used the bathroom. When I woke up an hour later I really had to go, but we were in bumper to bumper traffic with no way to get off the interstate. I tried my best, but within a half hour I had pooped my pants. I was absolutely mortified to be sitting in my own mess! In fact it is still mortifying 25 years later. "My parents were not very understanding when it happened, when we finally pulled off the highway the first thing they did was find a parking lot so I could be pulled out of the car and given a spanking. Grace knows what it's like to be spanked for an accident as a teenager; it's horrible! Anyway my parents made me sit in my dirty pants all the way to the resort, when we finally got there I was made to stand in the corner until bedtime. "The rest of the week my sisters teased me relentlessly. Well it turns out my sisters must have finally crossed the line, they were asking my parents as we packed the car to go home if anyone had bought me diapers for the ride, My mom snapped and told them that it was time to let it go. Well of course they didn't and they kept teasing me as we finished packing. "On the car ride home we stopped at a rest area, as I walked inside to take care of business, my mom told my sisters to stay in the car. My sisters were told they had to skip a restroom break so they would understand the dilema that had led to my accident. The next rest area ended up being about 3 hours away, it turns out my older sister only had about an hour of capacity left in her bladder. Sure enough my parents pulled into a parking lot and spanked her wet butt. "My little sister appologized profusely for teasing me, she begged my parents for mercy; my parents held firm. For the next 2 hours my older sister sulked in her wet pants while my little sister sat wiggling between us. My little sister kept her control and made it to the next rest stop. When we got home my older sister spent the evening standing in the corner. "25 years later my younger sister still teases us about being the only one who didn't fail potty training that week. Unfortunately, I know from experience that public shame is a pretty strong deterrent." Paul hung his head and looked at his wife, "God that was humiliating, why'd you make me tell that?" "I've noticed you rushing to the bathroom as soon as you get home from work the past couple of weeks" said Katie. "Hopefully that painful reminder of what happened to you as a teenager will keep you from experiencing the humiliation of being an adult who fails potty training." Jason leaned over to Paul, "My wife knows all about having an accident as an adult." Jason turned to his wife, "Better fess up to the group." Martha glared at Jason, "I thought that was going to stay private as long as it didn't happen again." She sighed, "Fine, I confess. I pissed my pants last year. "There was a long line for the ladies room as we left dinner. I thought I could make it home, but the distance and the potholes were just too much. We were still a few miles from home when I did it, I pissed my pants as an adult! Jason was pretty mad that I peed on the seat, he made me scrub it before I went in the house. The whole time I was scrubbing that seat he kept lecturing me, then he spanked me. "So yeah, I know what happens when an adult has an accident, they get scolded and spanked." Martha pointed at Grace, "Just like what happens to a high school student." Grace's cousins sat mesmerized as they listened to the adults. The stories of so many grown ups losing control was not how they expected the night to go. Katie was about to speak again when she was interrupted. HISSSSSSSS.. Urine cascaded from Erica, shooting out of her and flowing down her legs. The towel protected the floor, but nothing protected her dignity. As Erica's friends and their husbands laughed, a timer chimed. "Time is up" announced Julie. "You two can go clean yourselves up, we will all see ourselves out."

Will Allison wet herself during her 3 hour detention? Is Ellie's wetting considered an "accident" or "intentional"? If it is intentional, is the penalty more severe? Does Ellie choose the diaper? I am eagerly awaiting the next chapter!

Erica felt like she was moments away from pissing herself, the sharp pressure behind her urethral opening was excruciating! She was so focused on her desire to sit on the toilet she was scrubbing, that she was oblivious to anything else. Her thighs, buttocks, and abdomen were tensed as Erica fought through a wave of urgency. BUZZZZZZZZ!!!!! Erica gave a yelp and jumped. She quickly turned around, searching for whomever had just struck her right butt cheek with a cattle prod ... but there was no one there. After a few seconds Erica realized that in her dire need she had grossly over reacted; what she had felt was merely her cell phone vibrating in her back pocket! Her next realization was unpleasant. Erica's jeans now had a wet spot between the thighs. The surprise of the vibrating cell phone had caused her to momentarily lose control. Erica hated that she had just wet herself a little (she was also relieved that she had only leaked instead of a complete soaking). She finally looked at her phone to see what message was so important. Erica let out an audible sigh as she read the text from Grace: I didn't make it all day. Thankfully it didn't happen until I got out of the building so there's no violation. Erica replied back: Oh honey, I'm sorry it happened again. How bad was it? It was a pretty big accident. The only one to see it was Tony. He was really nice about it....again. He's going to hang out here til you get home. I'm glad he was nice to you. Just because Tony is there doesn't mean anything changes! I know, mom...I'm still wearing them. I'll leave them on until you spank me. I even remember my cousins have to come watch. Erica went back to cleaning. As she knelt down in front of the toilet she could feel the dampness from her leak. She hoped the wet spot would dry before the nightly PTA Conduct Committee meeting; Erica was pretty sure this would count as a violation of Local Amendment 26. As the next hour went on the wet spot became less visible, but her jeans still felt damp. The notice from the PTA was vague, it didn't specify how a mother would be inspected at the end of a day; Erica sure hoped it would be a cursory visual inspection of her pants. Erica gave a brief shiver as she thought of the consequences she might face if a PTA member conducted a thorough examination; there would be no hiding the yellow stains in her white panties. The leak Erica had experienced temporarily eased the pressure, now with an hour left in her day, the pressure was rapidly returning. Erica was trying to stand with her legs apart to allow the damp cotton to dry, but she was overwhelmed by the urge to pee; Erica found herself pressing her thighs together and twisting her hips. Her damp thighs clamped together seeemed to abate the need to pee. As the last hour ticked by, Erica's cleaning duties dragged on. The constant sloshing of water was an ongoing torture as Erica fought to keep her urine from cascading down her legs. The frequent squirms that interrupted her mopping were successful at keeping more leaks from escaping Erica's bladder. Erica put the cleaning cart away as a member of the PTA came to escort her to the Conduct Committee meeting. When they entered the room Erica smirked as she saw Heather Blanc standing on the right side of the stage, Heather was glaring at her daughter. On the left side of the stage Jenny Blanc was staring at the floor, doing her best to avoid eye contact with her mom. The committee chair open the meeting with the reading of the docket. Monica Hoyt -37- son, Paul, freshman - Section D, 1st offense - dress code violation (inappropriate shirt). Lynn Hassen -36- son, Dale, sophmore- Section L, 1st offense- swearing in school. Emily Green- 39- son, Will, sophmore - Section L, 2nd offense- swearing in school. Heather Blanc- 44- daughter,Jenny, senior- Section H, 2nd offense - urinated in her pants. Erica Campbell-42- local Amendment 26 inspection. The Conduct Committee moved with efficiency. Lynn Hassen was sanctioned with 6 swats of corporal punishment and 1 hour community service to the school. Emily Green was sanctioned 12 swats of corporal punishment and 2 hours of service to school. Monica Hoyt was sanctioned 8 swats of corporal punishment and 1 hour community service to the school. Erica's full bladder required near constant attention. She was squeezing her thighs together when the Blancs were called forward. Erica perked up as the Blancs made their way to the middle of the stage. Jenny trudged forward clearly unhappy about having to walk with her wet pants sticking to her legs. Heather stepped quickly forward, her facial expression showing annoyance at being called before the committee. Heather looked exasperated as her daughter's offense was read into the official record. The committee chair turned to Heather "We would like to know how your daughter's previous offense was handled in your household?" "That night when we got home I spanked her butt" Heather replied. "After a long spanking, Jenny's wet panties were tacked to her bedroom door; she spent the next two hours with her nose pressed against her wet panties. Her stained panties are still tacked to her door for everyone to see. She spends an hour each evening standing with her nose against the yellow stain, at the end of the hour she is given a spanking. This punishment was set to continue until she went 30 days without an accident. Now that she has pissed herself again, the punishment will increase." The committee chair looked at Jenny, "Do you have anything to add?" Jenny sobbed "I didn't want to wet myself! It only is happening because I'm on restriction, if the school would lift the restriction I can guarantee I wouldn't pee my pants ever again! Not at school not at home not anywhere! This is really horrible I'll never let it happen again!" "Based on the testimony, the Conduct Committee sees no mitigating factors." The chair looked directly at Heather Blanc, "Under the terms of the Maternal Responsibility Act you are found to be partially responsible for your daughter's continuing misbehavior. The conduct committee will impose the standard second offense sanction of 50 swats of corporal punishment and 40 hours of community service to the school. Since this is your second appearance before the Conduct Committee in the same week we don't believe it is in your physical best interests to receive both sessions of corporal punishment on the same day. At this Saturday's corporal punishment session you will receive the first 25 swats that you were sanctioned with at your prior hearing. The 50 swats of corporal punishment that were assigned today will be carried out at next week's Saturday corporal punishment session." Heather Blanc glared at her daughter as they were dismissed back to the waiting areas on the side of the stage. Everyone in attendance was well aware Jenny's butt would be the target of a long and painful spanking when the hearing was concluded. Erica only had a brief moment to feel sorry for the obviously humiliated young woman. Erica was quite anxious as she stood before the Conduct Committee. She knew her pants had dried to the point of her leak no longer being visible, but she knew if her underwear was checked her small accident would no longer be hidden. "I'm pleasantly surprised to see that you are not standing in a puddle" commented the committee chair. "Based on how your last several days have gone I expected your jeans to be saturated." "Maintaining control has certainly been difficult" admitted Erica. "Under the authorization of Local Amendment 26 to the Maternal Responsibility Act, you are to be inspected to verify that you have not acted in an unhygienic manner while serving today's sanctions. The inspection will be carried out by Mrs Lind, please follow the instructions of the inspector." A middle-aged woman, stood up from the committees table and approached Erica. "Place your hands on top of your head and leave them there until instructed otherwise. I need you to spread your legs until your feet are approximately 24 inches apart." Erica hated spreading her legs as she got into position, she was terrified she would have another bladder leak if she wasn't able to keep her thighs pressed together. The inspector slowly walked a circle around Erica, stopping frequently to look at her jeans from several angles. Next, Mrs Lind got down on her knees and stared directly at Erica's crotch from no more than a few inches away. Erica's respirations became more rapid as she panicked at what Mrs Lind might be observing. The inspector moved behind Erica and again knelt, this time staring at Erica's buttocks. After rising to her feet, Mrs Lind turned to the committee chair, "The hands-off external inspection is complete; there are no visible stains, wet marks, or bulges. I did detect the faint odor of stale urine coming from her jeans, there was no odor of feces." Mrs Lind once again stepped behind Erica, the inspector's hand began to pat Erica on the buttocks. Tears of shame rolled down Erica's face as the inspector's hand reached to the front of Erica's crotch. The inspector's hands patted each of Erica's thighs before Mrs Lind address to the committee chair a second time. "The hands-on external inspection revealed dampness from the crotch of her jeans down each thigh approximately 4 inches. There's no dampness around her buttocks." Erica trembled as the inspector unbuttoned her jeans and slowly push them down to Erica's ankles. Erica's white panties were slightly yellowed and visibly damp. Mrs Lind walked behind Erica and pulled out the elastic band at the back of her panties. The inspector promptly reported to the committee chair: "There is no feces present in the rear of her underwear, the gusset shows urine staining and obvious wetness to the front and bottom." "Ms Campbell, you are in violation of Local Amendment 26 of the Maternal Responsibility Act. You failed to maintain your hygiene while under sanction. As punishment you will be given 10 swats with a wooden paddle over your wet undergarments. Do you have anything you would like to say before the punishment is carried out?" "It was wrong of me to fail to control my bladder this afternoon, all week really. I accept my punishment." Erica glanced at Heather Blanc, it was Heather's turn to smirk as Mrs Lind walked toward Erica with a wooden paddle in her hand. Erica hoped with all her heart that Heather Blanc would find herself in this same position someday soon. "Leave your feet where they are" directed Mrs Lind. "I need you to move your hands from the top of your head, please grab your ankles." As Erica bent forward she knew the audience was getting a better look at her wet panties. The view didn't last long as Mrs Lind placed the paddle directly over the wet underwear and began to swing. Whap... Whap... Whap... Whap... The swats weren't as painful as those administered at a Saturday session, or the spanks given by Julie. This punishment, though short and not very painful, became Erica's worst punishment ever. Whap... Whap... pssssssssss... As Erica's over filled bladder emptied, Mrs Lind stepped back to avoid having urine splatter onto her shoes. The audience gasped as Erica's shame poured out of her panties. ... psssssssssss... drip... drip... drip... Whap... Whap... Whap... Whap! As the punishment came to an end, Erica was directed to stand and pull up her jeans. Her most recent accident had streamed onto her pants as well as the floor, as she buttoned them she noticed the odd pattern of wetness that had been created by peeing on them. The members of the Conduct Committee whispered amongst themselves. The chair finally addressed Erica. "At this time we don't believe what has happened here deserves a second punishment; it appears this was merely a continuation of your prior loss of control." Erica was dismissed as the hearing was adjourned. Erica thought as she walked to her car: Now to go home and deal with Grace...and have Julie deal with me!

Great story, I can't wait to read the next installment!

When the assembly ended, Grace slowly made her way back to class. She winced a little as she sat at her desk; the sitting position put extra pressure on her rapidly filling bladder. While not yet desperate, Grace was certainly experiencing a state of discomfort. Before being placed on toilet restriction, Grace used to love Geography class, now by the time she gets to Geography each day, she is too occupied with her bladder to pay attention to her favorite subject. Grace shifted her weight from her left butt cheek to her right. A few minutes later her weight shifted back to the left. As the teacher pointed to a map on the wall, Grace found her eyes closing as a shudder went through her body in response to a wave of pain coming from her bladder. Soon Grace found her legs pressed together. Her right foot bounced continuously. With 10 minutes remaining in the class period she was no longer able to take notes; her hand was pressed firmly in her crotch. When the bell signaled the end of class, Grace reluctantly rose from her seat. She wanted to run to the closest girl's restroom, instead she trudged to the detention room. Grace took a seat as Jenny waddled in and took her place in the front corner, her damp leggings showing her lack of self control. Grace couldn't take her eyes off of Jenny's shame, silently hoping her jeans wouldn't show a silimar stain by the end of detention. The room was mostly silent, the three boys in detention could hear the tapping of Grace's foot; Grace was so fidgety her foot tapped 3 time for each tick of the clock. Her chair creaked as Grace squirmed. A audible gasp escaped her mouth as her thighs rubbed together. It didn't take long before the detention monitor was glaring at Grace. "A little quieter Miss Campbell, you are being disruptive again. If you can't sit there quietly, you will have to stand up front again." Grace tensed up as her bladder twinged. She had no choice but to cross her legs, predictably, the chair squeeked. "Up front, Grace" demanded the detention monitor. "If you can't be subtle there is no reason not to put you on display." Grace had been in this position before, today was just as humiliating! She recognized the gleam in the eyes of the boys who were staring at her. Grace saw the boys' eyes go to her thighs as she twisted. Grace straightened out and closed her eyes, when she re-opened them the boys were all still looking at her; Grace knew each one was staring at her chest. She twisted again as another wave of pressure came over her. She felt a burning sensation between her legs as a jet of urine escaped, a quick glance re-assured her that nothing showed. Grace wanted to shove her hands between her legs again, but Grace knew pushing her jeans against her now wet underwear might cause the stain to show. Without the use of her hands, Grace was limited to the squeezing and squirming of her legs. As Grace did the potty dance at the front of the detention room she stared at her feet; eventually she glanced at the three boys who had been watching her, all three were giving her their undivided attention. Even after 2 weeks of toilet restriction, Grace found the attention to be utterly humiliating; her face turned crimson and a few tears leaked from her eyes. She hated knowing that these boys were about to watch her piss in her pants. When she looked at the clock Grace was amazed to see that she only had 10 minutes left of detention. A glance toward Jenny and her wet leggings gave Grace a new resolve to keep her own pants dry. As a new throb engulfed her bladder, Grace stood with her legs clamped tight together. As she squirmed her right leg began to raise until she found herself standing on just her left leg, she knew her pose resembled an undignified plastic pink flamingo. With only 3 minutes left in her detention session, Grace felt another hotspurt leave her body and enter her panties. She tried to be subtle as she looked down at her pants to verify that she hadn't made a wet spot on the denim. Grace recognized the look that Jenny gave her; Jenny knew that Grace had started to lose control. For a brief moment, Grace panicked that Jenny would say something and alert the detention monitor. A reassuring nod from Jenny allowed Grace to know that her wet underwear was still a secret. Grace use all her willpower, and lots of squirming, to maintain what little control she had left. When the detention monitor released her after the hour of detention, Grace shuffled to the door. She was elated to see Tony in the hall waiting for her. "You've got to get me out of here, I'm about to pee my pants!" Tony assured her they would leave immediately. To Grace's dismay the detention room was on the second floor of the school. "Tony, I don't know if I can make it down the stairs without leaking." She was required to use her left hand pressed against her crotch while her right hand had gripped the handrail. Grace kept her legs tightly squeezed together as she sidestepped down the stairs. Miraculously, Grace got to the bottom without any additional loss of control. Tony opened the door of his car so Grace could get in. "I'll get you to the gas station. Just hold on for a few more minutes and it will be okay." Tony pulled out of the parking lot and on to the nearest street. Grace knew she was completely incapable of making it to the gas station. She was about to saturate the passenger seat of Tony's car. "Pull over right now! I can't make it anymore. Pull over before I ruin your car seat!" Tony looked at Grace scrunched up in his passenger seat, he knew she was speaking the truth when she said she wouldn't make it to the gas station. As he pulled over to the side of the road Grace was already jumping out of the car before he came to a complete stop. In less than 2 seconds Tony saw the dark spot appear between Grace's legs. Urine rapidly flowed down her thighs and started to splash onto the sidewalk. He recognized the embarrassment on Grace's face as the reason she turned away from him. Her butt was wet with dark stains running down the back of each leg. When pee finally stopped cascading down her legs, Grace turned to face Tony "Thank God you got me out of that school before this happened! You saved me from another punishment at school, you are my hero!" Tony pulled an old towel out of the trunk and set it on the seat for Grace. "I'll get you home so you can clean up." "Oh, I can't clean up" answered Grace. "Part of the punishment from my mom is staying in my wet pants until they get pulled off during my spanking." "You're not just going to hide it?" asked Tony. Grace shook her head, "I can't do that to my mom. She has been so fair in taking punishments every day because of my accidents at school. I could never disrespect her by hiding my wet pants to get out of a punishment. The one I get tonight is going to be utterly humiliating, pretty sure it's going to happen in front of my cousins, but I'll gladly take it. My mom has suffered even worse than I have." "I'm just so relieved it didn't happen at school" continued Grace. "If it had happened at school, not only would I have been punished by the principal, but my mom would have gotten even more sanctions under the Maternal Responsibility Act. I'm just so grateful I made it off of school grounds before soaking myself." Tony wasn't quite sure what to say as he began to drive Grace home. He kept looking over at her, even though she was squirming with the discomfort of her cold wet denim sticking to her body, her face had a look of contentment. She didn't even show any concern as she texted her mom to report her accident. Grace glanced over at Tony several times on the ride home. He too was squirming but for a different reason; Grace thought it was cute that he was trying to hide the erection that had developed. "It's okay" she finally told him. "I know that some boys find it appealing to watch us as we struggle with our bathroom control. You have shown me nothing but kindness, and you don't look at me with a creepy lustful grin hoping it happens. You have been genuinely bothered when I didn't make it in time, and you were truly happy for me when you have gotten me to a gas station restroom before I lost control. You have treated me with respect. In fact I'm a little flattered that I can still cause some arousal, even in wet pants." As they pulled into the driveway Grace turned to Tony. "My mom won't be home until the PTA hearing gets it done in a few hours, you are welcome to stay." Grace gave him a sly look, "I'd like it if you came in for a while, I think you'd like it too!" With a wink she took Tony by the hand. "Let me give you the tour, we'll start with my bedroom."

A fantastic read!

Erica continued to feel pressure behind the waistband of her jeans as she finished cleaning the boys restroom. She slowly pushed the cart to the girls room next door and began to survey task ahead of her; it appeared the girls had made as big a mess as the boys during lunch time. Erica was again grateful; every dirty toilet represented a girl who was not going to be forced to endure the humiliation that accompanied an accident at school. Erica grabbed her cart and mop and moved herself to the corner when she heard the bell ring. Within seconds the first batch of girls was rushing in to do their business before the next class started. As usual Erica could hear the juicy gossip as the girls talked amongst themselves. "I bet she won't get a date for the dance next week, no self-respecting boy will ask out a girl who still pees her pants!"... "I can't believe she wet herself twice this week, even Grace made it a week in between."... "I sat with her sister at lunch. Her mom told her after the first time, that if it happened again the punishment at home would be posted live on social media. Sounds like we're going to get to watch her get punished at the assembly and then we can watch online tonight as her mom punishes her again. Do you guys want to come over to watch? We'll make a party out of it!"... "As bad as it is to wet herself, at least she didn't poop her pants like Maria!"... "I still can't believe that there are 13 of them that get called up on that stage every time... Can you believe that Jane has been in a diaper for 4 years and we're just finding out about it now!...And Toby, I'll never look at him the same. I can't believe I mistook a diaper for a cute butt!" As the girls left to go to class, Erica recalled the physical arousal she had noticed when the boys had watched Jenny wet herself less than an hour ago (and the obvious stimulation Lee had exhibited yesterday as Erica had sent golden waterfalls down her own legs). Erica bet those girls would have been utterly shocked to find out that Jenny will probably have several secret admirers in the audience at the upcoming assembly. After 20 minutes of cleaning, the nurse arrived to escort Erica to the auditorium so she could witness the public shaming of the young woman who's bladder control was as limited as Erica's. "It seems so cruel" Erica said to the nurse. "I grasp the concept of making an example out of someone, but dragging 13 students up onto the stage just so one of them can be given a paddling in front of the whole school seems quite excessive." "Excessive" replied the nurse, "is having 13 students who have no medical excuse for being unable to make it to the toilet in time. I am beginning to think if public shaming had been allowed years ago, we could have limited this problem. "If Jane Diamond had been made an example of 4 years ago, I would wager a guess that Toby, Shelley, Kimberly, Grace, and Maria would have all remembered her punishment. If Grace had know that wetting would be harshly punished, she likely would not have put herself in the position of urinating in her pants, which caused you to urinate in yours during your sanction. If the Blancs had not witnessed your sanction, then Jenny would probably have not been told to just walk out of the classroom, Jenny would not have been put on toilet restriction and would not have wet her pants (because she would have known from watching Jane 4 years ago that she needed to plan her trips to the restroom). If Jane would have been publicly punished that is six other students who would not have violated the hygiene policy. "One good public shaming of a wet freshman at the beginning of every school year would probably reduce pants wetting by close to 75%. This year has certainly had more accidents than normal, but with the introduction of the Maternal Responsibility Act we no longer have to worry about punishments being private. 5 years from now, I'm sure the data will reflect a significant drop." "Do you really keep data on all of that?" asked Erica. The nurse replied "Oh yes, we track all of this. In a typical year I see 6 or so girls with hygiene violations; usually four are wet and two have had bowel movements in their pants. I usually only see a few boys with hygiene violations every year; usually only one is wet the other two have had bowel movements in their pants. I find it interesting that the number of girls who wet themselves is nearly four times that of the boys, but the number that poop in their pants is nearly the same. I also track when a student has an accident that is considered a medical issue and not a disciplinary matter. Roughly 2/3 of the students who defecate in their pants get a medical excuse and it is a 50/50 split between boys and girls. Medical excuses are pretty rare for a student who has urinated in their pants. I have never had a boy with a legitimate medical excuse for wetting himself, I have only had two girls ever be excused for wetting their pants. The nurse continued "This year is quite unusual, I have never had three seniors with wet pants in the same year, in fact a senior with wet pants has only happened one other time (and it was a boy); typically I only get a senior once every other year for a pooping accident. Freshman are obviously the most common grade level for any type of hygiene offense, this year has been an anomaly there as well. The only freshman to have a hygiene violation is Timothy, who is standing up on that stage in a diaper because he pooped his. I am a little surprised that I haven't had any freshman girls with wet pants, I guess the seniors are making up for it this year. "In case you were wondering," the nurse went on, "I also track time of day for incidents that result in discipline: Pants wetting typically occurs in the period immediately before lunch hour or the last period of the day. Many students feel like there's not enough time between classes so they try to hold it until lunch time or the end of the day when they have a few extra minutes inevitably a few students learn the hard way that they should have gone before class. The boys who poop their pants almost always have it happened right before lunch or right before the end of the day, it is the same issue of not having enough time between classes. The girls who poop their pants almost always do it in the period immediately after lunch, they all tell me they felt the urge during lunch period but we're too busy talking with their friends. The students who have medically excused defecation accidents are mostly mid-morning; they come to school with a little upset stomach stomach and end up having diarrhea in their pants before they get too far into the day. The medically excused bladder accidents are so few that I haven't been able to find a pattern." Erica sighed, "I really do understand how public punishment is beneficial in reducing offenses, it's one of the big reasons I voted for the Maternal Responsibility Act! I really only expected it to be used on mother's; I didn't expect to see high school students being publicly paddled. Erica looked at the nurse, "I mean, couldn't the school come up with something a little less brutal? If an example needs to be made out of a student, couldn't they be changed out of their wet pants and put into some bright orange sweatpants and then sent back to class? They would still have the shame of everyone knowing they had an accident, but it seems a little less cruel." "It might have been better than nothing, but I don't think the consequence is severe enough for the lesson to be remembered several years later." The nurse went on, "If Maria had been put in orange pants a few days ago a few people would know she hadn't made it to the toilet and they would have teased her a little, the lower classmen that are not in any of Maria's classes would probably only hear of the incident in passing and forget about it within a couple of days. Because Maria was paddled in her wet pants at an assembly, every single student will remember importance of controlling themselves, for years to come. Public corporal punishment in front of the most witnesses possible, seems to be the best deterrent for other potential offenders." The conversation between Erica and the nurse ended as they entered the back of the auditorium, the mild pressure in her bladder was momentarily pushed from her mind and she looked toward the stage. Just like she had seen with the prior incidents, Erica could see a young woman with dark streaked pants who was obviously utterly humiliated as she was displayed in front of 2,000 of her peers. The principal explained to the entire student body that Jenny Blanc had urinated in her pants for the second time that week. The principal used phrases like "disgraceful behavior", "unhygienic", and "undignified" as he narrated the incident that had led to Jenny's most recent shame. Just as it happened in the other two assemblies, the principal called the 12 other hygiene offenders up to the stage; as he did so the, principal repeated each of their acts of incontinence for the other students to hear. The principal turned from the audience to Jenny and addressed her individually, "Jenny Blanc, as a repeat offender your punishment must be increased from the 10 swats of the paddle you received after your first offense. In an effort to teach you a lesson, as well as make an example of you, you shall receive 20 swats of the paddle. The swats shall be immediately administered in front of your peers upon the wet pants that cover your buttocks." The Principal grabbed Jenny by the shoulders and spun her until her butt was facing the other students. It had been less than an hour since Jenny had emptied her bladder into her leggings, the dark stains were still clearly visible on the butt and down the back of her leggings. Whack... whack... whack...whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack! "I feel it is important to remind you, as well as Grace Campbell and Maria Vargas, that each of you are only one hygiene violation away from being placed in diapers at school. I am sure Jane, Toby, Shelley, Kimberly, Amy, Hillary, Kara, Madison, Addison, and Timothy would all tell you that being in diapers is not a pleasant experience." As the principal dismissed the assembly and sent the students back to the classroom, Erica was led back the girl room to finish her cleaning, her thighs pressed closely together as she walked. As Erica scrubbed she replayed in her mind the conversation she had with the nurse about the significance of public punishment as a deterrent for other offenders. Erica knew that Grace, Maria, and Jenny would likely all become three-time offenders due to their status of being on toilet restriction. Erica also knew the nurse was right, there would be a sharp decline in school wetting now that an example had been made of these three young women. Erica only hoped that the mothers of her community would pay attention to the example being made of Bethany Vargas, Heather Blanc, and herself. As Erica squeezed her legs together and started to do a potty dance she hoped dozens of other women were sitting down with sons or daughters and explaining to them the importance of self-control; it might make her public shame more tolerable if she thought of the future accidents she might be preventing others from having.

Erica shuddered as she walked into the boys restroom closest to the cafeteria, it had seen a lot of use over the lunch period! It was filthy, it was going to be a full two hour job before being able to move on to the girls room. As Erica began to scrub the toilets she found herself thankful for the dirty restroom; each boy who used a urinal had kept his pants dry, each brown streak in a toilet bowl represented a young man who had spared himself the shame of soiling his pants. As Erica wiped a toilet seat she wondered how many mothers had considered the possibility their teen age child might have an accident at school, she certainly hadn't thought it was even a remote possibility for Grace. Erica hoped the public shaming that she, Heather Blanc, and Bethany Vargas had been enduring, was prompting other moms to have an awkward conversation about bathroom use with their teens. Erica had only been cleaning for half an hour when the head custodian entered. "We need you to bring your mop bucket, evidently there is a need for someone to deal with a puddle of urine in a classroom." There was a moment of panic while Erica thought of the consequences of Grace having a third accident. As she forced herself to slow her breathing Erica reminded herself it might not be her daughter; Heather Blanc and Bethany Vargas also had daughters under toilet restriction. Of course there could be some other unfortunate boy or girl about to be punished for violating the hygiene policy (and another mother about to suffer under the Maternal Responsibility Act). Her head hurt thinking about the possibilites, all of them bad. Erica grabbed her mop and reluctantly followed the custodian. When Erica entered Miss Sutton's classroom she felt a moment of relief when she realized that Grace was not the offending student. Relief was rapidly replaced by elation as Erica realized Heather Blanc would be appearing at today's hearing before the PTA Conduct Commitee. After a few seconds, elation was replaced with guilt, Erica knew Jenny Blanc's humiliation was nothing to be happy about. Guilt was replaced with confusion as Erica looked around; she expected a puddle to mop up, instead she saw a dry floor, the chairs were all dry, even Jenny's leggings were dry. Jenny stood cross legged next to Miss Sutton's desk. She was mostly bent over and clearly using her hands to physically hold her urine in. Her lips trembled, her breathing was just short gasps, and her left foot was tapping non-stop. Jenny Blanc was clearly about to saturate her leggings. "When she moves from this position she's going to pee in her pants. I thought it made more sense to have someone here to clean it up right away" explained Miss Sutton. "After the last few hygiene incidents there has been some talk in the Teachers Lounge about the trail of pee that kept dripping from the girl's pants as she walked out of the room; if that is going to happen today it is probably best if you just follow her to the nurse's office and mop it up as you go." Miss Sutton addressed Jenny, "It is time to move. Having you stand here is distracting the class. Get it over with and then go to the nurse." "Noooo!" Jenny begged, "Please don't make me! I don't want to pee my pants! Don't make me do it, please don't make me wet my pants! I don't want to be on stage at another school assembly! Please Miss Sutton, don't make me pee my pants!" "It is not my fault that you are in this position" replied Miss Sutton. "It is your own fault that you have been disciplined with toilet restriction. It's very obvious you are about to urinate in your pants, we both know I will have no choice but to write you up for a hygiene violation; don't make me add a write-up for disturbing the class as well." A single tear rolled down Jenny's left cheek. The classroom was completely silent as Jenny tried to stand upright. The moment Jenny pulled her hands from between her legs, a dark spot was visible on the fabric that she had been clutching. A low moan escaped from Jenny's lips as the dark spot rapidly expanded. Long streaks shot down the inside of each of her thighs and then disappeared behind her bent kneecaps. Within a few seconds the fabric could hold no more, urine began to pour directly out of her crotch and splattered the tile. For over a minute the class watched as Jenny's liquid waste puddled around her feet, slowly the flow turned to a trickle and the puddle stopped growing. As Jenny stood trembling at the front of the classroom trying not to cry, Erica looked around the classroom. Many of the girls we're smirking and smiling at Jenny's humiliation, smug in believing they would never find themselves in a similar position; Erica wondered if Jenny regretted having that same smug feeling when Grace wet her pants. Reaction from the boys was a little more complex. About half the boys had the same grins as the girls, a few of the boys had looks of disgust, and the last batch had a lustful look in their eyes and a squirm in their seats that made it obvious they were trying to accommodate a physical arousal in their underwear. Erica stepped forward with her mop and soaked up the yellow puddle as Miss Sutton handed Jenny the discipline referral form, "I don't need to tell you where to take this; it's not your first offense, I'm sure you remember from the last time." A few students giggled as Jenny left the room, droplets of urine falling to the floor with each few steps; Miss Sutton had been wise to summon Erica and her mop. As Erica swabbed up the golden trail, she once again noticed the same few boys adjusting themselves as they stared at Jenny's soaked rear end as she trudged out the door. Erica wipe the last drop of urine from the floor of the hallway as Jenny stepped into the nurse's office. "I was hoping not to see you two times in the same week" the nurse sighed. "I guess this was to be expected." "It only happened because I'm on restriction" explained Jenny. "I've never peed my pants until after I was put on toilet restriction. I didn't want to pee my pants, I just couldn't hold it. If I were allowed to use the restroom this never would have happened. Please don't send me to the principal, I don't want to be punished again!" "You know from last time that being on toilet restriction does not exempt you from the hygiene policy. I've already verified that there is no doctor note on file so I am obligated to send you to the principal." The nurse picked up a small measuring tape and placed it around Jenny's waist, "While you are here I may as well measure you to make sure I have the right size diapers for you." "But it's only my second accident!" protested Jenny. "I'm not supposed to get diapered unless I have a third." She moved the tape measure to Jenny's wet left thigh and measured the circumference. "Just as I suspected, you will be a woman's size small. I know you won't be diapered for this offense, but you've already been here twice this week with wet pants, I feel like I should be ready on Monday...just in case. Now, lets get you to the principal." An occasional drip still fell from Jenny's pants, so Erica was directed to follow with the mop. The young woman openly wept as she stepped bow-legged so her wet legs wouldn't rub against each other. Erica was curious if the boys in Miss Sutton's class would still find Jenny arousing now that she was crying. The dripping from Jenny's pants finally stopped as she was sent into the principal's office, so Erica was sent back to continue cleaning the boy's restroom. As Erica went back to scrubbing she felt a familiar pressure low in her abdomen, within a few hours she anticipated being in a position similar to Jenny Blanc.

Erica arrived at the school on Friday, her final day of community service to the school. As she picked up her cleaning cart, Erica found an envelope containing the official notice. To all mothers currently under sanction: Local Amendment 26 of the Maternal Responsibility Act was passed last night and takes effect immediately. Local Amendment 26 bans disgraceful and/or unhygienic behaviors by all mothers who are under sanction by an action of the PTA Conduct Committee. Any mother who is alleged to be in violation of this amendment will be required to appear at a hearing before the Conduct Committee. The Conduct Committee will have full authority to impose appropriate penalties and consequences for violations of the amendment. We encourage each of you to serve your sanctions in the dignified manner we know you are capable of. She sighed deeply as she set down the notice. Erica wasn't surprised the amendment was being enacted so soon; she was pretty sure the chair of the Conduct Committee was hoping Erica would have another accident on her last day of sanctions, just so an example could be made of her again. "So how bad was it when you got home?" asked the nurse as Erica came in with her cleaning cart. "My butt hurts again today, Julie sure whallops hard! ... and it was just as humiliating as the other times. I hate that my sister has my friends come as witnesses. I really hope she doesn't have to spank me again tonight." The nurse gave Erica a condescending look, "What do you think the PTA will do to you when you wet yourself today?" "Why do you say 'when', not 'if'?" replied Erica. "In the past 4 days you have been completely soaked from your crotch all the way down to your feet on 3 separate days. On the only day you weren't saturated, you still leaked into your underwear pretty badly. No one believes you will be dry when you leave today. I've been the school nurse for a decade, I've seen a lot of students get their toilet access restricted; you seem to struggle even worse than most of them. Even Jenny Blanc has wet her pants fewer times than you!" "You're right", relented Erica. "I've wet my pants so many times that I'd be in diapers if I were a student. In fact I think I'd rather be in diapers today. These jeans are going to be wet by the end of the day, I'm just hoping to get by with a couple of leaks and not a full soaking. Do you think it will matter to the PTA if only my upper thighs are damp instead of me being entirely soaked?" The nurse shook her head, "I suspect the Conduct Committee would penalize you for even a small dribble the size of a dime." "Yeah, I know" admitted Erica. "I wish I knew the penalty the Committee is planning. I know it'll be embarassing, I just hope it isn't more spanking. Julie sure has bruised my bottom this week, and she'll probably have to smack it again tonight! I really hope my ass gets a break from the PTA." The nurse looked at Erica, "If this is about treating wet mothers similar to wet students, I would expect to feel a paddle on your wet bottom at the end of today's hearing.....unless of course you pull off a miracle and control yourself all day!" **************************** Grace was sitting at a table in the far corner of the cafeteria when Jenny Blanc sat down next to her. "My god, Grace, how do you keep your composure!" "The day is only half over" answered Grace. "My bladder doesn't normally feel full, until after lunch. I'll be struggling in an hour or so." Jenny took a deep breath. "The difference between you and I, is that you might be struggling an hour from now, I'll probably be wet." She shifted in her seat before continuing. "Getting hauled up on that stage for another paddling is going to be horrible." Jenny squirmed in her chair and pushed her hand between her legs, "Ooooh, that was close; I nearly had a leak." "You do look like you have to go" commented Grace. "Is your bladder typically full this early in the day?" Jenny crossed her right leg over her left. "It isn't usually this bad, the only day it was worse than this, is the day I pissed my pants." Her face scrunched up while she inhaled sharply, her left leg began to tremble. "It's going to happen again, I know it! I hate that I'm not allowed to go to the bathroom!" Grace recognized the pain on her friend's face. "I'm sorry, Jenny. What can I do to help?" "There's nothing either of us can do" said Jenny. "When my bladder can't take it anymore it will just come pouring out. It can't be helped. I'll survive, it is just going to suck!" Grace picked at her lunch as she watched her friend fidget and squirm. When Jenny finished her lunch and walked away Grace could tell there was no hope of Jenny keeping her pants dry until the end of the day. As her friend hobbled away, Grace couldn't help but think Jenny's walk was more like the waddle of a penguin. Grace smiled as she thought to herself, 'Mom is sure going to be happy when she sees Heather Blanc appearing at that PTA Conduct Committee this evening!'

An absolutely great story!

She glanced at the clock, 6:56. Four minutes before the hearing started....four agonizing minutes of knowing her wet leggings were on display to the moms and dads who came to tonight's PTA meeting. Four minutes before the students who had to testify against their mothers would be escorted in from detention; only four minutes until her shame would be shared with Maria Vargas. Promptly at 7pm, a boy and three girls were led in from the detention room. Erica recognized two of the girls; the younger girl and her mother had appeared before the Conduct Committee for a minor offense the same day as Erica's first hearing. There was no mistaking the second girl, her wet pants left no doubt as to her identity. The chair woman of the Conduct Committee called the meeting to order and read the docket: Amy Ball, age 37, daughter Molly violated Section C, Tardy, first offense. Marie Lind, age 39, son Cole violated Section C, Tardy, second offense. Laura Johnson, age 36, daughter Jessica violated Section F: Overdue library book, second offense. Bethany Vargas, age 45, daughter Maria violated Section H: Hygiene policy-urinated in her pants, second offense. Erica Campbell, age 42, Review Hearing for determining standard sanctions for violations of Section H: Hygiene policy. The Conduct Committee began with the lesser offenses. Amy Ball considered herself fortunate to receive only one hour of community service, with no corporal punishment. Marie Lind was sanctioned with six swats of corporal punishment and 1 hour of community service. Laura Johnson was sanctioned with six swats of corporal punishment and 2 hours of community service. The committee called the Vargas' forward. Bethany watched her daughter waddle to the middle of the room trying to keep the wet cotton from touching her thighs as she walked. After a description of Maria's second school accident was read into the record, it was time for Bethany to respond. "We've been disciplining Maria at home since the accident at school a few days ago. We considered that it was not her first time urinating in her pants and that she had also defecated in them. That night we spanked her with a belt in front of her siblings. We also made her scrub her messy pants and panties while her siblings watched. Our family understands why the school has placed her on restriction from using the toilet; at home we are limiting her to one toilet usage in the morning and one additional toilet usage in the evening after she returns home from detention. Before she is allowed to use the toilet she is inspected in front of her siblings to make sure she hasn't had an accident. When Maria is allowed to use the toilet, she is required to have her siblings witnessing her using it properly. Maria hasn't wet the bed, however during her evening inspections she has shown significant evidence of bladder leakage; when I place my hand in her crotch her jeans have had a damp spot, and when we pull her pants down, her panties are completely wet and are stained yellow. The penalty for failing her evening inspections has been a belt spanking in front of her siblings." "My husband decided that since I was found partially responsible under the Maternal Responsibility Act, I deserved some penalties at home" continued Bethany. "I have had my toilet access restricted, fortunately not quite as strict as Maria's; I am allowed to us the toilet three time per day. Since her hygiene offense a few days ago involved loss of bowel control, I am only allowed to poop during one of my three toilet trips." The Committee Chair asked "What will likely be happening to Maria, and you, after today's offense?" Bethany sighed, "We are running out of punishments for Maria. We will obviously lengthen the punishments she is currently receiving. My husband and I decided that any future wetting or soiling of her pants would result in her spankings, inspections, and clean up being performed on the front lawn instead of inside the house; the neighborhood will have the opportunity to witness her discipline. "As for me, my husband already told me that if I was found responsible for an additional hygiene violation, by any of our children, that my toilet access would be restricted to two times per day. I haven't failed an inspection yet; unfortunately with the inevitable decrease in toilet access that I will be experiencing due to Maria's most recent wetting, I anticipate some damp underwear of my own. I suspect my husband will punish me in front of our friends or neighbors when I fail an inspection." "When you appeared before this committee a few days ago, we talked about the importance of consequences being standard. Is there any reason you should not receive the standard sanction for a mother whose offspring has violated the hygiene policy for a second time?" inquired the chair. "No ma'am" answered Bethany. After a brief consultation with the other committee members the chair turned back to Bethany. "The committee has agreed that the standard sanction for a second offense should apply. You are required to receive 50 swats of corporal punishment administered at a Saturday morning session, in addition you shall perform 40 hours of community service to the school; this will be primarily cleaning restrooms or any other service tasks that relates to student hygiene. As a committee we discussed the timing of your corporal punishment; both of Maria's violations have occurred in the same week, we don't believe your buttocks can safely receive both sanctions on the same day. We have decided that on Saturday morning you will only receive the corporal punishment resulting from Maria's first offense a few days ago; the corporal punishment from today's offense will be administered at the following Saturday sanction session." Erica had expected her review hearing to occur before Bethany Vargas' hearing. Erica had hoped her testimony would allow Bethany to receive a lesser sanction, clearly the committee had no intention of decreasing sanctions for anyone! Erica stepped gingerly as she was called forward; as much as she was getting used to her wet pants as she stood still, she could never be okay with the cold damp fabric clinging to her thighs as she walked. The committee chair pointed at Erica's legs. "I see the restriction on toilet usage while performing community service has been challenging for you. The committee received reports that you have urinated on yourself several times this week, clearly those reports have been accurate. We feel an explanation is in order." "There's really not much to explain. I just can't make it that long. The first two times I was able to make it until nearly the end of the day, but I just couldn't! At some point in the evening it would start to trickle out and eventually I completely lost control. I try so hard to ignore the urge; I squeeze my legs together, I bounce up and down, I end up doing a full blown potty dance! It's no use, I always end up feeling that hot splash of pee going into my underwear. I always think a small leak might keep me away from a full accident, but ususlly after a few leaks I feel it completely running down both my legs, it is so humiliating! There was one day that I had several leaks but I was able to make it home without completely soaking my pants, I considered that a pretty good day. "Today was a little different, I don't know why but the urge to relieve myself came much earlier than normal. It was early afternoon when I felt my first bladder spasm. I was in the building when Maria was punished, I was standing in the back watching as she was paddled; I kept feeling like it should have been me on that stage. I felt frustrated that Maria was being paddled for the same offense that I was had already committed twice this week and was merely minutes away from committing for a third time. "Knowing the only public punishment I would receive would be the embarrassment of wearing my wet leggings seems unfair compared to the public paddlings administered at school. I'll be punished at home tonight by my sister for wetting myself, similar to the consequence that awaits Maria when she gets home. The difference between us is that she was paddled in front of hundreds of her peers, I won't be. I just feel it is unfair." The chair looked curiously at Erica, "Do you mean to tell us, that you want to be publicly spanked for each of the times you wet yourself this week?" "Oh no, of course not!" exclaimed Erica. "What I really want it's for the school to stop paddling the wet students." "The PTA has no control over the discipline policies implemented for students, the only control we have is through the Maternal Responsibility Act." The chair looked Erica in the eye, then back down to her saturated leggings. "As a committee we have discussed whether or not we should be taking action against mothers who are unable to control themselves during sanctions. The committee came to the same conclusion that it was not fair for students to be punished, when a mother committing the same offense is not." "As the mother who has wet herself the most, we wanted your input" continued the chair. "We thank you for appearing here today, your testimony confirms the necessity of our plan." As Erica tiptoed back to her place on the side of the room she heard the committee chair conduct the last business of the day. "All those in favor of passing Local Amendment 26: Banning disgraceful and/or unhygienic behaviors while under sanction, and the approprate penalties, say aye ... Amedment passes unanimously!"

Grace nervously looked at her peers as they stood on the stage at the front of the crowded auditorium. Ten students each tried to shift their bodies so the bulge of their diapers wasn't so obvious. Grace and Jenny were each visibly fidgeting as they tried to keep their pants dry. Poor Maria sobbed as she stood before the entire student body with no way to hide the shameful wet streaks that started at her crotch and ran down each leg of her pants. As the principal began Maria's corporal punishment, Grace forced herself to look away. As she scanned the room to avoid looking at the paddle striking the wet fabric that clung to Maria's bottom, Grace spied a woman standing at the back of the auditorium. After a moment Grace realized "standing" wasn't the corect word for what she was seeing. Grace stared closely and realized the woman was her mother, and her movements were definitely from Erica doing a full blown "potty dance"! Maria's punishment ended after a couple of minutes and Grace watched her mother shuffle out the door with her thighs clamped together. Grace recognized her mom's severe need and knew that later in the evening she would be watching her Aunt Julie give another spanking to Erica. ************ Erica returned to her cleaning duties, although her level of distraction was greater than ever. Aftrr witnessing another school assembly Erica decided she had to maintain bladder control until after the school day ended; it just wouldn't be fair to Maria if a student had to be publicly paddled and an adult who did the same thing faced no public consequences. Erica would have to use every strategy she could think of to keep her urine out of her leggings. As she leaned over to begin scrubbing a toilet, Erica felt a pang in her bladder as her abdominal muscles pushed inward. She inhaled sharply, shifted her left thigh slightly forward then slammed it against her right thigh; once she had regained control, Erica slowly exhaled. The swishing water was agonizing as it stimulated her urethra for relief. The worst of the pain subsided for a few moments while Erica wiped out the first stall, soon another wave of deperation took over her body. Erica dropped her scrub brush as she doubled over in need, her hands clasped her crotch in an effort to retain her yellow water. She was well aware that it was almost another passing time and the restroom would soon be filled with students, Erica forced herself to a standing position and slowly trudged toward her cleaning cart. Erica positioned herself in the corner as the bell rang, within moments boys began to fill the room. Erica felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as a hot spurt escaped from between her legs. Erica was about to completely piss her pants in front of a dozen teenage boys! "Holy crap!" exclaimed David, as he pointed to the corner. "She looks like she belongs in Mrs. Toole's class". Erica saw Grace's ex-boyfriend, Lee, enter the restroom, she wanted to look away but instead she ended up locking eyes with him. The smirk on his face turned into a big shit eating grin as Erica lost the battle with her dignity. Lee broke eye contact to watch the yellow waterfalls cascading down each of Erica's thighs. Erica felt the hot urine saturate her buttocks, then it ran down the back of her leggings until her calves were soaked and the excess urine was pouring onto the floor. The slight physical relief Erica felt was immediately replaced with shame as she watched her daughters ex-boyfriend reach to his own pants and readjust the growing bulge that had formed behind his zipper. Pissing her pants may not detract from her status as a MILF, but she was still humiliated! Erica fought back tears for the next few minutes as boys went in and out. The snide remarks and teases were nothing Erica hadn't heard before, but they were a cruel reminder that she had violated one of the rules of civilized society. When the boys returned to class, Erica resumed cleaning. Her first task was to mop up the puddle she had created. Erica became worried when the school secretary entered the second floor boys room carrying an envelope bearing a notice for Erica to appear before the PTA conduct committee that evening. Erica's first thought was of her daughter, had Grace committed her third violation of the hygiene policy? Was there about to be another school assembly with Grace as the unfortunate student at the center of attention? She ripped open the envelope and read the notice. Ms Erica Campbell, You are required to report to the PTA Conduct Committee for this evening's Maternal Responsibility Act hearing. There will be a special review to discuss the standard sanctions that are being used to address mother's who are found responsible for their child's violations of the school hygiene policy, particularly as it relates to repeat offenders. The hearing begins promptly at 7:00 p.m. your attendance is mandatory. She was relieved that Grace had not wet her pants again, however Erica wondered what the review hearing would consist of.

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