Division Of Continence Enforcement

This story takes place in a brutal fictional society where the government rules with fear and an iron fist. In the real world no one should ever endure anything even remotely close to this fictional society.

A knock on her apartment door interrupted Samantha's trek to the laundry room. She set down the basket of dirty clothes and went to see who was at the door. Her heart skipped a beat when she opened the door to find two Continence Enforcement Officers. "Samantha Paulson?"

"Y...y...yes", she stammered.

"We've received a report that you may have violated the Continence Regulations earlier this evening. Specifically that you failed to maintain bladder continence and then did not self report the incident within ten minutes as required by law. You must come with us to the Continence Enforcement Examination Center."

Samantha gasped as the officer grabbed her arms, placed them firmly in the small of her back, and slapped handcuffs on her. She immediately regretted not calling to report her accident. Her mind raced, maybe she would still be able to get out of this somehow, after all she'd already showered and changed her pants. Her hopes were quickly dashed when she heard one of the officers say, "Better search the apartment."

Within a minute the second officer found the laundry basket where Samantha had set it down when the officers knocked on the door. "The proof is right here." Samantha cursed under her breath as the officer held up her soaked panties and jeans. Her face blushed with shame as the officer placed her piss soaked clothes in plastic bags marked: EVIDENCE.

Soon the officers were escorting her through the halls of her apartment building to the waiting transport van. Samantha felt humiliated as a few of her neighbors smirked when they saw the handcuffed woman's wet panties through the clear plastic of the evidence bag the officer carried out. She knew word of her plight would spread like wildfire through the apartment complex.

When the officers opened the door of the van Samantha saw she was not the only citizen to run afoul of the Division of Continence Enforcement that evening. She took an empty seat between two women, sitting on the other side of the van was a man and two more women. As the van began to drive away Samantha noticed she was the only arrestee to be wearing clean pants. The man in his 30s had a large wet stain in the lap of his khaki pants, a young woman in her 20s wore yoga pants with a wet crotch, a woman in her 40s had wet blue jeans, another woman in her 40s had wet stains on her skirt, and a woman in her 50s had wet her gray slacks. Because everyone was sitting down she couldn't see the seat of anyone's pants, but a distinct odor told Samantha that one of her fellow prisoners had suffered from bowel incontinence as well as a bladder accident.

The van eventually arrived at the Continence Enforcement Examination Center. When the door of the van opened, Samantha saw they were parked in front near the main entrance; there would be no sneaking in a discreet side entrance, they were to be paraded in the main entrance to bring the maximum embarrassment. When they had all exited the van Samantha saw the woman in blue jeans was the culprit responsible for the fecal odor during the ride.

The 6 incontinent prisoners were led through the lobby and into a room lined with windows made of one way glass. Samantha had read some articles about the Continence Enforcement Examination Center and had also gossiped with some friends about casual acquaintances who had inadvertently violated the Continence Regulations. Samantha knew the whole process was open to public viewing; she was certain there were witnesses on the other side of the windows. Each prisoner was told to stand on strategically placed markers on the floor, Samantha was sure the placement of the markers gave the witnesses the best view of each prisoner. Samantha was grateful she was wearing clean pants so no one would see her in wet clothes.

A Continence Examination Technician came into the room carrying a clipboard. The Examination Technician addressed the embarrassed group of pants wetters: "We will begin examinations, all aspects of the examination are audio and video recorded so please make sure to speak loudly enough for your responses to be picked up by the microphone. Jane Erving, step forward."

The young woman in yoga pants timidly stepped to the Examination Technician. The wet stain in her crotch and bottom of her buttocks was a darker pink than the rest of the pale fabric.

The Examination Technician read from his clipboard: "Jane Erving, our records indicate you are a 28 year old married woman, you have a 1 year old daughter. A review of your medical records shows no medical diagnosis of urinary incontinence. There is no history of you being detained or examined by the Division of Continence Enforcement before today. The record indicates you complied with the requirement to self report your offense today. Now please tell us in your own words what happened."

"I had an accident at yoga this afternoon. I used the ladies room right before the session started, but I guess that wasn't enough. About 40 minutes into the session I felt my underwear get warm. I looked down and saw that I had leaked. After my daughter was born I used pads in my underwear to help keep any leaks from making it to my pants and I have been doing kegels everyday to help strengthen myself. I am aware of the law that prohibits wearing incontinence protection more than 1 year after giving birth, unless prescribed by a Doctor. During my last physical exam my Doctor told me that the kegels were adequate and that he would not prescribe me incontinence protection. I have not been wearing pads in my underwear since my daughter's 1st birthday last month. I was so ashamed as I called the hotline to report my accident. The operator who took my report told me to wait for the Continence Enforcement Officers, when the officers arrived they handcuffed me and put me in the van until I was brought here."

Anyone who had read anything about the Division of Continence Enforcement was well aware that physical examinations were carried out by technicians of the opposite gender as the offender. Samantha saw the other woman tear up as the Examination Technician set down his clipboard. First, the technician used a digital camera to photograph Jane Erving from the front, rear, and side; making sure to take close up photographs of her wet crotch and buttocks. The young mother sobbed as she was stripped by the technician. When he peeled the damp yoga pants from her legs he held them up to the one way glass to show her accident to the witnesses, he then did the same with her pale green panties. The technician once again used the digital camera to photograph the naked mother. After photography was complete the technician crouched down in front of the young woman and began to stare at, then touch and probe her urethral opening with his gloved finger. Finally, the technician produced a medical kit and recorded full vital signs from the crying woman; Jane gave a short shriek as the rectal thermometer was unceremoniously shoved inside her bottom.

The technician once again addressed the woman, "Jane Erving, after reviewing the circumstances and completing the physical exam, I have determined that today's loss of bladder control is a violation of the Continence Regulations included in the Public Health Act. In recognition of this being your first offense and acknowledging that you complied with self reporting requirements, you will receive a written reprimand and be released with no further penalty at the conclusion of this session."

Jane was sent back to stand naked on her marker as the older woman in wet slacks was brought forward. "Anne Lawrence, 53 years old, married with 1 adult daughter. You are no stranger to examination proceedings at the Division of Continence Enforcement, our records show 14 prior examinations at this facility. During nine prior proceedings you were found to be medically exempt from punishment due to a diagnosis of Over Active Bladder; medical records show you successfully completed treatment for OAB two years later and your doctor has since certified you as continent. In the past three years you have had five appearances at the examination center where you have been found to be in violation of the continence regulations. Tell us about today's incident."

"I was at work at Central Junior High School. The students had just been released for the day and I was in the teacher's lounge with several of my colleagues. One of the other teachers was relating something funny that happened to her over the weekend and I began to laugh. I felt the warmth as I was laughing and a moment later I felt pee running down my legs. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, I crouched down, but it was too late to hold it in. When I was finally done laughing, there was a huge puddle on the floor and my pants were soaked. This is the worst I've ever peed myself. After I called the hotline I stood in my puddle waiting for the officers to come arrest me. While I waited for the officers, my Principal came up to me with an employment discipline referral, it looks like I'll be suspended without pay. It's happened to me several times before, just not this bad, I know I'm in for a significant strapping."

The technician produced his digital camera to photograph the wet teacher, then began the task of pulling her wet slacks down her legs. Anne Lawrence had endured many Continence Examinations over the past several years, she knew what to expect. Anne blushed with embarrassment as her wet panties were removed, but not even the cold rectal thermometer would bring an audible reaction.

"You have appeared for examinations far too many times since being certified continent three years ago," said the Continence Examination Technician. "After reviewing the photos from your recent violations, I can confirm that today's loss of bladder control is indeed the worst wetting you've had in the past few years. The standard penalty for citizens who fail to maintain bladder control in public is 20 strokes with the leather strap; as a 6 time offender the penalty will be increased to 120 strokes with the strap. As a repeat violator an example must be made of you. The corporal punishment will be administered in 3 separate installments; 20 strokes will be administered today, immediately following completion of the examinations, 50 strokes will be administered on Saturday at the public square, and the final 50 strokes will be administered at the public square on Wednesday evening."

"I understand," said Anne as she walked back to her marking on the floor. "Thank you sir." Samantha was impressed at the middle aged woman's composure, even after receiving such a harsh sentence.

A female Continence Examination Technician entered the room. "Arnold Williams, step forward." He meekly took the few steps to where he was instructed to stand. Samantha wasn't sure if it was the shame of wetting himself, or the fear of the humiliating exam he was about to face, but she noticed he was so embarrassed that he couldn't look at the Continence Examination Technician who had called him forward.

"Mr. Williams, our records indicate that you are 31 years old, that you are married with no children. Your medical records show no diagnosis of urinary incontinence. There is no record of you having prior continence examinations. Describes the circumstances that led to you standing here with urine in your pants."

"I can't believe this happened! Never in my life have I been close to having an accident, when it happened today it was such a shock," he said. "I'm a loan officer for a bank, today was really busy and I didn't have time to take my afternoon break, I had customers at my desk right up until the close of the business day. When I finally finished all the paperwork I realized I only had a few minutes to get to the bus stop. I felt a pretty strong urge to pee, but I knew I would miss my bus if I took the time to stop at the restroom. As I was running to make it to the bus stop I could feel the sloshing in my bladder with every step. I made it to the bus stop with only about a minute to spare."

Arnold continued, "I wanted so badly to turn around and pee in the bushes behind the bus shelter, but I knew I would be in big trouble if I did that. (About a year ago, my wife was out with a group of friends and got pretty tipsy. She ended up squatting between some trash cans in an alley and got arrested for public urination. After watching the horrendous punishment she received from the Division of Continence Enforcement, I knew there was no way I would urinate in public).

"I took my seat on the bus and squirmed the entire ride. Every pothole was torture! Finally my stop arrived. As I stepped off the bus I felt a squirt escape into my briefs, a few steps later I squirted again. I tried to walk to my apartment, but I just couldn't do it. I ended up sitting down on the curb as I lost the last of my control. There must've been 50 people that walked by me as I sat there, it was utterly humiliating! I wanted to run home, but I knew better; I called myself into the hotline and reported that I had peed my pants. Being handcuffed and placed in the transport van was the most humbling experience of my life."

The Continence Examination Technician pulled out the camera and photographed Arnold's wet front and behind. The man teared up as the technician held his khaki pants up to the windows. When the technician peeled his white briefs off and held the yellow stain to the witnesses behind the windows Arnold began to bawl like a baby. He was crying too hard to notice the technician taking photos of his naked body. When the Continence Examination Technician grabbed Arnold's penis to continue with his exam, he was brought back to reality. The technician was a shapely woman in her 20s and her hands on his dick had the expected male reaction. The other prisoners, and any spectators on the other side of the glass, saw Arnold grow erect as the technician gently worked her fingers around his shaft as she examined his urethral opening. Whether from embarrassment or excitement, Arnold closed his eyes as he was physically examined, with his eyes closed he had no warnings before the cold thermometer was shoved up his butt. As quickly as it had arisen, his penis shrunk while Arnold yelped in shock as his bottom was violated.

"Mr. Williams," said the Continence Examination Technician. "After hearing the circumstances and completing your examination I have determined that today's loss of bladder control is a violation of the Continence Regulations in the Public Health Act. In recognition of this being your first offense and acknowledging that you complied with self reporting requirements, you will receive a written reprimand and be released with no further penalty at the conclusion of this examination."

As Arnold took his place back on his marker, Samantha was struck by how similar Arnold's story was to her own. A missed afternoon break, not getting off work in time, almost missing the bus, and having an accident while walking home from the bus stop; the only difference was that Arnold had reported himself to the hotline. Samantha shuddered as she realized she would be harshly punished, but Arnold was getting only a written reprimand because he had been smart enough to call the hotline.

"Vicki Goldberg, step forward." The woman with wet stains on her skirt took her place for examination. "Ms Goldberg, our records indicate you are 46 years old, you are divorced, and you have 2 teenage children. It appears that you have been brought to the Continence Examination Center on 3 prior occasions, each time you were released without penalty after the loss of control was determined to be medically excused. A review of your medical record shows that you are currently being treated by a physician for both stress incontinence and urge incontinence; the physician has prescribed the use of incontinence protection when you are in a public setting. Explain to us how a woman who is supposed to be wearing protection is now standing here in a wet skirt."

"I ran out," Vicki answered. "Most days I wear a pad in my underwear, occasionally, if I'm having a rough day I need to wear Depends. I ran out of my allergy medicine today and the sneezing has been horrible! Of course every time I sneeze, I also leak. My allergies were so bad that I used all my pads by the end of the work day. Immediately after work I drove to the pharmacy to pickup more allergy medicine, another package of pads, and a small bag of Depends. I crouched down to pick my size Depends from the bottom shelf, but I ended up sneezing at the same time. The combination of sneezing and crouching was just too much. My panties were already damp and the new leak soaked right into my skirt, I even left a few dribbles on the floor. I knew to call the hotline right away."

The Continence Examination Technician photographed the small stains on the front and rear of Vicki's skirt. The removal of her skirt revealed pale blue panties that were absolutely soaked. "AahChoo!" The gusset of Vicky's underwear darkened immediately, a golden liquid spurted out of her underwear and onto the floor. "I'm so sorry," apologized Vicki. "This is what it's been like all day. Oh I can't wait for allergy season to be over!"

The technician peeled off the wet underwear and held them to the window for the audience to see. Vicki blushed as the technician placed his hand between her legs as he examined her. She closed her eyes tight and exclaimed "That's cold!" as her temperature was taken rectally.

"The examination confirms that today's loss of bladder control is due to your medical diagnosis, as a result the loss of control is medically excused," said the technician. "Unfortunately, you did not comply with the physician's prescription to wear continence protection while out in public. Violating the doctor's continence order will result in a penalty. Tomorrow afternoon you shall report to the public square at 3pm where you will be placed in the pillory wearing nothing but one of your Depends, you will remain confined in the pillory for 6 hours." Vicki looked sullen as she stepped back to her marker, she had clearly expected no punishment.

"Gretchen Holmes," called the Continence Examination Technician, "You are next." The woman in the heavily soiled blue jeans waddled forward.

The Continence Examination Technician scanned the report on his clipboard. "Let's see, it looks like you're 41 years old, you are married and have 1 child. Medical records show no diagnosis or treatments for incontinence. You do have prior examinations here at the Center. I see an incident from when you were 25 years old where you were punished because you urinated in your pants while drinking and then did not self-report as required. I see an incident from when you were 28 years old where you were medically excused when you wet yourself while pregnant. Lastly, I see a report from approximately 2 years ago where you once again wet your pants while out drinking and didn't self-report the infraction. I'm prepared to hear your statement of what happened today."

Gretchen took a deep breath before beginning her explanation. "I took the day off of work to spend the morning visiting an old friend who was in the area. We spent the morning visiting a coffee shop then went to lunch at a nearby café. After lunch I dropped her off at the airport before starting my drive home. The drive between our house and the airport is typically only an hour, but today I ran into unexpected road construction that led to a huge traffic jam. An hour into my drive I was only halfway home, that's when I realized I was going to need the restroom before making it home. I had used the ladies room to empty my bladder before leaving the café, but it had quickly refilled as I was stuck in traffic. I also felt a heavy pressure in my belly that I knew meant I was in for a large BM as soon as I got to the toilet. There is a rest stop along the highway that I decided to stop at, but when I finally got to the exit for the rest area, the ramp was closed due to the road construction. I started to get cramps in my abdomen and felt an enormous pressure in my rear end. Between the ache in my bladder and the cramps in my butt, I knew a nearby gas station was my next best possibility for relief. Traffic kept crawling until I finally got to an open exit ramp with a gas station."