C'mon tell your lederhosen story, please
It belongs in Confessions, but ok.
I got a great new pair of the archetypical boiled leather TeutoKilt with compulsory suspenders with the embroidered pyrograph of an Edelweiss on the discipline handle, y'know that bar that connects the nippular regions. The one so a strapping Bavaro-Austrioid Frau can hoist her unruly scion and read the Riot Act in the original Visigothic.
I also had a serious tendency to avoid the school toilet. This failed one day an hour or so before end of the school day, and I sat there in class and fucking flooded the pants. This was fine until I had to stand up and the pee poured down my legs. I remember wondering if I could discreetly crab walk out of the room. No.
But damn, an hour and 100% retention. Medieval Depends.