She had seen one similar to this once before and even experienced its use. Her Aunt Pam had one in her basement and one time when they had been visiting her Mom and Aunt Pam had used it on both her and Jane for getting paint all over the garage while playing with stuff we shouldn’t have been into.

It was built a little like a small picnic table. There was a padded table top that was slanted from one side down to the other. The benches were padded and you could be placed on it in either an ass high position or shoulders high position depending on which side of the table you knelt on. Cynthia was placed in the ass high position. On the sides of the table top there were vertical stocks that once you put your hands through they were closed and locked so you couldn’t move around much. When the stocks were closed they were latched closed by placing a gold rod through a set of holes that aligned when it was closed. If the pins were pulled out, the stocks fell open and you were freed. Once she was positioned a bar was placed between her knees that spread her legs so that her weight was mostly on her chest and her legs were held wide apart. In front of her, her Mom and Aunt Pam stood, one on each side. Cynthia heard a noise and twisted her head to see Louisa coming. In one hand she had a paddle and in the other was the pole of an IV stand with a big amber enema bag hanging from it. On the end of the hose was a really big black nozzle. At this point she began to cry. The humiliation of what was about to happen to her sank in and she couldn’t believe that her Mom and Aunt Pam had so betrayed her. She looked at them and saw that they were watching her closely.

Louisa asked, “Have you explained what is to happen to her?”

The sisters answered as one, “Not yet my Queen.”

“Then do so now, the moon is risen and it is time.”

Sheryl, Cynthia’s Mom came and knelt on one side and Aunt Pam on the other. Sheryl spoke for them, “Cynthia, you must listen. Quit crying, it is OK, every woman here has lain where you lay now. This is not done to humiliate you, but is rather a necessity as you will later see. You will now be given an herbal enema. Just as you have received one every Saturday of your life since you were a small child. This one is only a little different. You MUST hold it. When the time is up you will be spanked. The spanking will end when you turn and take the paddle from Louisa’s hand. Do you see these gold rods; you must remove them to free yourself.”

While this was being explained the height of the bag was being adjusted and a strap was put over her lower back holding her down and in position. The ends of the strap came and were latched into the stocks so that when they were opened the strap would fall away as well.

“I don’t understand! How?” She hissed.

“You will find a way, we will coach you if necessary, but you must do it yourself.” Her Mom smiled, “Don’t sweat it sweets, you have everything you need.” She whispered. Then louder, “Are you ready to proceed?”

Cynthia was so confused but the confidence her Mom’s eyes showed left her but one choice. “I think so.” She replied weekly.

She felt, and the tears returned, her dress being lifted and pushed up around her hips, baring her to the assembled crowd. Louisa carefully inserted a lubricating finger into her bottom making her sob softly in embarrassment. The Nozzle was hard to accept but Louisa ever slow and gentle finally fitted it in. There was a click and the enema began. The Bag was not very high so it flowed in very slowly. Her Mom had seen to it that she was cleaned out exceptionally well that morning so there was no problem with accepting it into her bowels.

Once the enema was flowing smoothly, Louisa began to speak. “Centuries ago in Egypt there was discovered a secret. This secret has been passed down from Mother to eldest daughter for almost 10,000 years. There have been hard times and a few very bad times but our secret has been kept and will continue until the end of time. Little pieces have leaked out but it only appears in certain expressions. If someone is a coward the lack the guts to stand up to their fears Sad things turn your stomach. There are many expressions referring to your bowels and the importance they have in and on your mind. The secret discovered, we know not exactly how, is that your soul, spirit or what ever you wish to call it does not reside in your heart or head, it lives in your bowels. Science is just now beginning to see a small part of what happens in your core system. There live inside you a host of colonies of symbiotic organisms. These organisms while not intelligent, do exert and almost intelligent control over their environment. When you become upset as you are now, it makes your system produce more acid and this disturbs their peace. They combat this not just with anti acid chemicals they release into the bowel but also go to the heart of the matter by releasing mood altering substances into your blood stream to help calm you down. These small organisms in no small part oversee and to some extent control your moods, energy levels, blood chemistry and other rather unusual abilities. All have heard the stories of people who in times of panic do things of super human nature. Well, there was a time when these things were not super human but rather normal; these things and other things. It is thought that as man began to farm and his diet changed radically it changed the intestinal environment such that certain organisms became almost extinct and others replaced them. These ancient floras still exist but their numbers are so small as to have little or no effect any longer. Through out history there have been myths of supernatural beings and the time when they lived alongside man. Even since then there arise certain men and women of such extraordinary abilities as to leave religions in their wake as they pass through human history. We the Sister Hood of The Waters have for the last 10,000 years been learning and improving on nature and the miraculous abilities that our inner friends can bestow up on us. It is not something that can be given to all, we don’t know why but after the first child is born to a sister, all the rest of her children are born with a specific antibody that makes the transformation impossible. Men gain nothing from our secret. Only in the case of such as your Mother and her twin sister can sisters both share the gift.”

Cynthia was getting full. She couldn’t understand what all of this meant to her but she understood that they were doing something to her, something specific. “I don’t understand!” She whispered to herself as much as to her Mom. The enema was beginning to get a little uncomfortable when she heard the click and relief that comes with knowing that there will be no more.

Louisa continued, “The enema is a valuable tool in making the environment in your intestines a healthy place for the right kind of symbiots. Look around tonight and realize that you will never see an assemblage of ladies of this size that does not include a single cancer victim. Our apparent age as judged by appearance is usually at least 20 years less than our physical age. In all our recorded history there has never been a single one of us die of an infectious disease. Even the plagues came and went leaving us untouched.”

Cynthia felt the nozzle being slowly removed from her grasp. She whimpered, her Mom always left it in to help her hold the enema and she felt vulnerable without it there.

“Tonight you will find the other thing that the symbiots allow. Now what I want you to do while we wait is to try in every way physically possible to remove the pins and free yourself.”

Cynthia did as asked and strained in every way to reach the pins with mouth or twisted hand or finger. When the time was up she had not so much as touched them, much less moved them.

Louisa spoke, “It is good that you haven’t found a way, occasionally some one with either unusual joints or softer bones finds a way out. This is always unfortunate and they often have to suffer more because of it. I hope that you are now convinced that you can not free yourself by any means physical. You must seek out other ways. The spanking will end when you take possession of the paddle from me. If you lose the liquid we will refill you and continue. Make it easy on yourself dear and abandon the physical. Reach into yourself and find your inner strengths. Tears, begging, pleading, and crying are all wastes of energy. They will not free you. Only when you reach out from within will you find the freedom you will seek and I assure you dear, you will seek it.” Louisa paused and Cynthia heard the paddle being swished through the air. “Offer her “the bone” now.”

Her Mother extended to her a rubber thing shaped like a bone. “To bite down on; it helps, and will keep you from grinding your teeth. It also muffles your cries.”

Cynthia opened her mouth to say that she didn’t see any way she would ever be able to free herself and please don’t make her do this! Instead the gag bone was placed in and she bit down on it instinctively.

The sisters said as one. “She is ready, let the trials begin!”

In her mind Cynthia screamed that she was most certainly NOT ready; but nothing got past “the bone.” She heard the paddle whistling through the air and when it came home, it was a good thing she had “the bone” it is all that kept her from screaming. So intense was the pain that for a second she couldn’t even breathe. As her mind began to focus again it was just in time to hear the paddle on its way again. This time she couldn’t have screamed if she had wished. Her entire mind was focused on the pain and fire in her ass. There was a second when she even forgot the enema and almost lost it. The third was as bad as the others but did serve to focus her on a different thought. She HAD to get those damn pins out! Any other thought was totally unacceptable. The fourth landed and for a second it was as if she were blind and she actually saw bright lights sparkle before her eyes as her vision refocused and returned. With the fifth there coalesced in her a determination she would have not understood just moments ago. She had to escape! She had to get that paddle before it broke her ability to think. The sixth landed in it slow measured pace and with it Cynthia felt something inside her change. The seventh blow was on its way when it was stopped in mid air as if it had run into a wall.

Cynthia felt a part of her that she had never even suspected was there, reach out and stop the paddle. She could feel Louisa struggling with it and knew that if she could Louisa would land that seventh blow. This part of her that had leapt into existence divided and the new part reached as if it were a spectral hand and plucked the pins from their holes. The stocks fell away and she twisted to grab the paddle. The paddle was wrenched from Louisa’s hand by the strength of the force new to her and it flew through the air into her hand. The bone flew from her mouth and in a voice that echoed across the hall she bellowed, “ENOUGH!!!” She rose from the table, the strap popping aside as if made of tissue paper and she found herself hovering a foot off the floor glaring down into Louisa’s eyes.

Louisa was positively radiant. “Magnificent, not in a hundred years has an applicant taken to the power so freely and with such fine control. Welcome my Sister, welcome to the coven.”

Cynthia felt her Mothers and her Aunts hands on her, pulling her down and comforting her. The rage left but the new part of her was still there. She could feel things with it that defied explanation. She relaxed and allowed her Mom to take her into her arms. Her Mom and Aunt Pam held her close calming her and stroking her. With a shock she realized that they were not just stroking her with their hands; they were caressing this new part of her with matching parts of their own.

Her Mom whispered in her ear, “Calm down Baby, it’s all over with; nobody will ever again be able to do such to you with out your permission. You did wonderfully! I’m so proud of you.”

“Mom?”

“What Baby!”

“My butt hurts and I need to go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW!!!”

Laughing, the sisters told her that the bathroom they could take care of now the butt might take a bit longer. There was a bright flash and Cynthia blinked. When she opened her eyes she was in a bathroom and her Mom and Aunt Pam were helping her to sit very slowly and carefully on a toilet.