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Michelle S.
My heart really went out to Denise who got punished by her gym teacher
for the mess she made on the way to school one day. Believe me, I can
relate to such an experience, although I don't think mine was as bad as
that one. It was three years ago when I was a freshman in high school and
the only freshman on the varsity cheerleader squad. Consequently, I was
trying really hard to act sophisticated and mature. When you're doing that
about the worst thing to do is mess in your panties. Anyone, we'd cheered
that Saturday, we cheered at an away football game. The bathrooms there were
the absolute pits - filthy, no doors on the stalls for privacy, and they only
had the singly ply leaf toilet tissue. I wasn't about to shit in that place
no matter how bad I had to go -- none of the girls did. It was only when I was
already leaking a little in my pants that I even peed in there.
I thought I could hold it in until we got back to our school, which really does
have pretty nice bathrooms for a school. Back maybe half way home on the bus, it
started coming out. It was coming out slowly but forcefully -- a big, long thick
slab of solid poop. I guess the smart thing to do would have been to tell the coach
that I had to go and have the bus driver pull into a gas station or something, but I
was just frozen in my seat as the log was coming out. I knew the others girls would
tease me for having to stop the bus -- a little kid who couldn't hold it in until we
got back like the other mature "women" could. But that was nothing compared to the t
teasing I got when they found out what happened later.
As I sat there, more and more of it kept coming out. Pretty soom I could feel it start
to stretch my panties outward in the back. Then as more came out, my panties got pulled
really tight and the soft log started to collaps into a mass in the seat of my panties.
Carefull I pulled my skirt away from my lap because I knew that if my skirt got soiled, there
there was no way I'd be able to hide this from the other girls and the cheerleading coach
would surely kill me -- the skirt was school property and who else would dare wear it after
I shit in it. Anyway, sitting on just my skirt and cheerleader's slip on the bus seat, I could
really feel the bowel movement settling in the seat of my pants. Boy, did I really have to go
a lot and try with all my might, I just couldn't stop it.
Pretty soon, the other girls were starting to notice the smell. This was a chilly October
afternoon, so all the bus windows were rolled up. When they started their comments and the
choruses of "EWWWWW! -- Whats That!", I thought quickly and suggested we had run over a skunk.
That was ingenious, because they seemed to buy that explanation. Fortunately, I was sitting alone
on the bus as being the only freshman (the others were all juniors and seniors), I didn't really
have any friends on the squad. With no one sitting right next to me, they couldn't really tell
that the smell was eminating from my underpants. Still, it was embarrassing to hear them constantly
complaining about "that awful smell" and knowing the smell was me, even if they didn't.
Finally, the bus pulled into the school parking lot. I thought I had made it without being found out.
Now my mind was already working on the next problem -- how I was going to hid this shameful accident
from my parents. But once the bus came to a stop, the coach stood up and made announcement to the whole
bus of 25 or so cheerleaders and the assistant coach who was also my English teacher. "I know that smell
is not a skunk," she said, "I have been toilet training my daughter this week and I'm very familiar with
what that smell really is." I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach and it got a lot worse when she next
asked the "guilty party to confess." The other girls were already acting in horror at the prospect of
someone our age having a mess in their panties. When no one confessed, she seemed to get more angry and
threatened that if no one admitted it, she was going to take the whole squad of us into the girls locker
room and have us pull down our panties for an "inspection." "But believe me," she warned, "If I have to
do that, the punishment for the guilty party will be a lot, lot worse!."
With tears in my eyes, I raised my hand and confessed to this terrible "crime." Then she started really
yelling at me, and all the others started giggling and laughing behind my back. It was the most awful and
shameful experience of my life. I felt like crawling into a whole but I had to sit there and listen to her
yell at me and the other tease me and call me "high school baby." Finally, she told me that I had to go home
and clean the accident "just like I was using the toilet the regular way." That is, I was supposed to wipe
myself with just toilet paper and not even a washclothe and certainly not a shower. She also told me not to
throw those panties away, as I was supposed to wash them out and wear them to school on Monday -- she promised
that she was going to check me. The other girls giggled at my punishments, and also the fact that I was supposed
to write a 500 word letter of apology to the whole cheerleading squad for "being
an embarrassment to the whole squad." My parents were also required to sign the essay.
The longest walk of my entire life was walking home that afternoon in my messy panties, knowing I next had to face
my parents and then clean up the accident exactly as my cheerleading coach said. My parents have always enforced the
punishments that I get at school, no matter how stupid. But fortunately, they weren't home when I got there. So, I
was able to simply wash off the mess in the shower -- believe me, it was really, really smeared and a lot was lodged in
the crack of my ass. And I just took my messy panties, put them in a plastic baggie and dropped them into the sewer.
I wasn't even going to risk throwing them out in the garbag in the garage. Miracously, not even my cheerleading slip had
gotten soiled as the mess, huge as it was, was mostly solid poop and my panties were able to contain the messs. I did
write my essay apologizing for the accident and I was so, so embarrassed when I got my mother to sign it. She asked me
all sorts or embarrassing questions about how it happened and told me that I shold be ashamed of myself. But since, she
was satisfyed that I was ashamed of myself (believe me, I was) and I promised never to do it again, she didn't punish me.
She warned me, though, that if it happened again, even if it was just wetting myself that I'd be "punished severely and a
juvenile offense such as this deserves a juvenile punishment" What she meant by that was that I'd be getting a spanking --
something that she hadn't given me since I was eight -- ironically for teasing my little sister who had just pooped in her
panties.
Back at school, I was not only the laughing stock of the cheerleading squad, but the whole sschool. Everyone was teasing me
about it and having to read my apology essay to the whole cheerleading squad the following Monday at
practice reduced me to tears all over again. None of the other cheerleaders showed me any sympathy, even though none of them
took a shit in that awful bathroom at the stadium, either. And I know for a fact that a few of them were holding on to their
bladders as well. Just as soon as the cheerleading coach was finishing yelling at me on the bus that afternoon, you shold have
seen the mad rush of cheerleaders toward the high school and the the girls' rooms. That rush incidentally including my English
teacher who was also the assistant coach. She's the only teacher who came up to me later in school and told me not to feel
embarrassed about what happened. Another good thing, was that a few of my closest friends really stuck by me and continued to
be friends with me although, a lot of the other kids teased them for being friends with a "high school baby."
After that, I quit cheerleading as I just couldn't face them, anymore. I wish I could have quit school, as well. That was three
years agao and this coming fall is my senior year and I'm back on the cheerleading squad for the first time since this happened.
After last season, that old cheerleading coach got fired (because somebody finally complained about how nasty and abusive she wa
after she actually paddled two cheerleaders for coming to a game with alcohol on their breath). The assistant from that time (my
English teacher then)is going to be the new coach. Just as soon as she got the job, she immediately called me and asked me to join
the team again.
I'm really looking forward to it this fall and thank you for giving me a forum where I could finally tell me story. It felt good to
let it out. Sorry, I wrote so much, the memories are still so vivid that its like it happened yesterday -- I still have nightmares about it.