The toilet..

"Right, let's begin your lessons young lady." The woman walked over to the toilet and lifted up the lid. "What is this, Vanessa?" She asked. Vanessa rubbed her nose and sniffled. "A...a toilet.." She responded. The woman clapped her hands together. "Well done! So you do know what one is, well, the toilet is extremely dissapointed that you didn't use it, it wants an apology immediately. Apologise to it, NOW!" She demanded.

Vanessa was beyond humiliated. She couldn't believe she had to treat a toilet like it was a person with feelings... She crawled over to the base of the toilet and took a deep sigh. "I am sorry toilet." She said, her stomach hurt with so much embarrassment. "For what?" The woman asked. With a glare Vanessa continued. "..for.. for not pooping in you..." She told the toilet, completely defeated.

The woman seemed satisfied. "Well done, but unfortunately that's not good enough for the toilet, you see you broke it's trust Vanessa. You need to make it up to the toilet Vanessa.." The woman explained. Vanessa looked up at her with teary eyes. "You don't know what to do, do you? Such a stupid girl aren't you. Well I think you should beg the toilet for mercy, ask it to make sure this doesn't happen again." The woman demanded.

Vanessa braced herself for more humiliation, at this point she had hit rock bottom... "please toilet! Please please forgive me! I beg of you! I need you to make sure this doesn't happen again!" Vanessa begged with her eyes clenched shut, the embarrassment became too much. Here she was, rich and famous supermodel, begging a toilet to show her how to stop pooping her pants...