Embarrassing Second Grade Panty Poop
EMBARRASSING SECOND GRADE
PANTY POOP
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It was probably the worst day of my seven years of life. I was always shy, so when I had to poop that day, I kept holding it, waiting for recess so that I wouldn't have the, to me, embarrassment of raising my hand and asking to use the bathroom.
Finally, it happened. I was at the board writing one of our spelling words, and the poop just started to come out into my panties. I just stood there and loaded my panties. I'd finished my word, and, Miss Jolly, my teacher asked me if anything was wrong. I said no and went back to my seat and sat down.
Of course, poop went everywhere in my panties. The odor must not have been too bad, because no one seemed to notice. I sat there for a while, and then the point of my pencil broke. I had to get up and go sharpen it. On the way, A piece of poop fell out of my panties onto the floor. I went quickly back to my desk.
It wasn't long before someone noticed the poop on the floor, and told Miss Jolly that there was poop on the floor. She asked, "who has had an accident in their pants". No one answered, especially me. "Very well, we will check everyone's pants then".
She called the janitor to clean up the poop, and to go to the bathroom with all of the boys to check their pants. Miss Jolly took all of we girls. I tried to get at the end of the line. As she walked behind us, she lifted the back of our dresses and looked at our panties.
When she got to Mr, I started crying, making it obvious who the culprit was. She looked at my panties anyhow, then sent me to the nurse. The nurse helped me clean up and gave me some thick cotton training pants to wear the rest of the day. She rinsed my panties, put them in a bag and gave me a note to take home about my accident.
When I returned to class, everyone laughed at me until Miss Jolly told them to stop. I was so embarrassed that I started to cry again. Miss Jolly told me to stop crying, that kids sometimes had accidents, and I wasn't the first one in her classes. She said the worst thing I did was not telling her and subjecting my classmates to the embarrassment of having their pants checked like toddlers.
When I got home and gave my mom my soiled panties and the note, she spanked me and said that since I chose to use my pants instead of the potty at school, I'd be in diapers all weekend. I guess that that was the day I became a DL, because, although it was punishment. I found that I enjoyed the diapers and not having to worry about using the potty.
Written By: Brenda Ann
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