The paddle that Louisa had used to provoke her response was now sheathed in a leather case as was the enema bag, hose and nozzle in its own case and they were presented to her with much pomp and ceremony. She was formally welcomed into the sisterhood and kissed soundly by her Mom and Aunt Pam.

Louisa positively beamed and hugged her so tight she though she would faint from lack of air before she let her go. The rest of the party was wonderful; she was praised for her rather unique answer to the problem and the swiftness of her response. The good natured teasing was easy to take, and the stories told by others about their nights of passage did much to free her from the last bits of her embarrassment.

There were all manner of festivities, many of which she would never have imagined possible before this night. There were games of skill that only a Witch could play and twists on old games that boggled the imagination. After everyone had sort of backed off and gave her a bit of breathing room, she watched as her Mom and Aunt Pam played a game much like ping pong, except no paddle was used, just that unseen part of their bodies that she had just so recently discovered. She later learned that it was called your phasmanus or Phantom Hand. The ball flew faster almost than the eye could follow until it got by one of them and a point was scored.

There were games of block stacking where extremely tall and beautiful structures were made by two teams each adding one block at a time until there was a collapse. There was music that was familiar but the dancing was something else all together. The Ball room had a high ceiling and the dancers used every cubic inch of it, whirling and swooping in complex patterns. Cynthia tried once to lift herself but ended up in a most undignified position against the wall. After the laughter died down she was told that bootstrapping like porting was best left until it was taught and learned in school.

To her amazement, the spanking bench saw a lot of action as it seemed that swats were the common bet wagered on most games. It tickled her to see her Mom bent over it to receive 5 swats when Aunt Pam had succeeded in winning their game. She even saw a couple of enemas given to unlucky losers who then had to hold them while taking their swats.

She was a little shocked by this and her Mom told her that it was common, because the enemas had given them their power and helped keep it strong. They were an important part of the lore of the Witch world. She also explained that when I went to school, its use would be taught as a standard part of my curriculum and used as a disciplinary measure as well.

Upon hearing this she blurted, “But I had hoped that now that I am an adult I wouldn’t have to take them any more unless I wanted too!”

The sisters looked at each other and grinned wickedly, “You will find that they have many uses and in school you will learn them all.”

“Mom, Does Dad know all about this stuff too?”

“Yes Dear One, he knows all about me and you and what the sisterhood means to us and him.”

“Is that why you always give him enemas on Saturday night after I go to bed?”

“You little scamp, you have been spying!”

“No Ma’am,…well maybe a time or two, but the first time I heard him moaning and was worried. Why, if they don’t do things to him like they do to us does he need them?” She had her suspicions and was teasing her Mom as much as anything else.

“Oh, but you have misunderstood Cindy, they DO, do things for him! Wonderful things, and when you marry your Husband will take them from you too. It is the Witchy way. All our men must take them. It keeps them healthy and frisky and in line. There are other things you will be taught so you will know how to tend to your mortal husband so he is bound to you and through you to the sisterhood by unbreakable bonds. Have you ever noticed that NONE of my special friends have ever had a divorce?” She watched as the realization dawned on Cynthia’s face. “Witches never make a mistake when choosing their men and their men are loyal for life. Your special part allows you to see into a man’s heart. We may play, but we never part from our chosen mates. We are as much bound to them as they to us. If you had stayed and peeked a little longer my little Voyeur, you would have seen that he also gives me my enemas and if you had stayed a little longer after that…you would have gotten an eye full.” Mom and Aunt Pam both broke out in cackles as my face turned crimson.

Aunt Pam laughing said, “When I am giving enemas at home, Jack is just one of the Kids and they all get their enemas together. He takes care of me later in private. I always told your Mom that she was depriving you of an educational experience by not allowing you to assist in your Dads enemas.” She grinned, “Jane loves to give Jack his when I let her. It gives her a taste of power as she makes her Dad hold it.” Cynthia must have looked shocked because Pam continued with, “Don’t be surprised Dear; there is nothing nasty going on, just what is in our home an every Saturday thing. You will need to know how to give them as well as take them so that someday you will be able to bring your own daughter into the fold. Where better is there to learn than at home?”

“You will need to get used to it Baby. I can tell from your reaction that Pam has been right. It is just that your Dad and I were some what selfish and wanted to…play in private. I can see that you need to learn that this is a very natural thing and a bonding between the giver and receiver.” Her Mom told her. “In the School you will be giving and getting them often and will need to get used to giving. Look up there; I see that Louisa has lost her bet on who would win the Dance contest.”

Cynthia looked to see Louisa draped over the Bench ass up, her skirt around her shoulders, with a nozzle being installed by a bevy of laughing ladies! “Mom, I will just die if I have to do that in front of people all the time!!!”

Pam laughed, “See I told you she needed a more open education. She is just going to love initiation night in the dorm!”

Cynthia’s eyes went wide, “Oh My Lord, what do you mean???”

“Don’t worry about it dear, your Aunt is just hazing you. Pam, stop that at once or I will be forced to tell her about your first night in the dorms.”

Pam paled and blurted, “You wouldn’t!! You said you wouldn’t tell!”

“You are the one that brought it up Sister of mine! I assumed that since you were so eager to speak of it you must be over your embarrassment!”

Pam turned to Cynthia, “Please forget I said ANYTHING. It was not my best moment and I really do NOT wish to speak of it tonight!”

Cindy looked at her Mom and was told, “When you have gotten over the newness of it all and settled into school I am sure if you ask your Aunt Pam nicely she will share it with you.” She turned to Pam with a sweet smile on her face and asked, “Won’t you be happy to Sis?”

The paleness of her face was replaced by a glowing redness as she answered, “Cindy Love when you come home for Christmas break I will tell you all about it. OK? Can we drop it now?”

Cynthia wondered where the school was and asked her Mom, “Do I have to stay there, is it so far away that I can’t come home at night.”

“It isn’t a matter of far Baby, when porting distance is of little concern. It is important for you to become a part of our larger family. The first year all students must live at the school and not be in contact with their parents except for holidays. In the second year it is permitted to go home on the weekends and by the third year no one wants to live anywhere else. At the end of the fourth year, leaving the school is as hard as going was the first days but your New friends and Family is never far from you again. Just wait until you see my special room. Then you will understand.”

“When do I have to go?”

“Not till the Fall Baby, you have a couple of months yet to get used to the idea. Now, don’t worry and let’s enjoy your party.”

Her Mom and Aunt grabbed her up and took her out on the dance floor swooping and twirling her through the air making her forget all but the wondrous sensations of flying.