Chapter 34

"Heyo. I'm home," Lucas said, pulling his earphones from his ears as he walked through the front door. It was around 7 pm, and he didn't see any signs of Martha and Amay sparing outside along with his mother. Yet it was just quiet out and now inside was nearly the same.

"In here, sweetheart," Elizabeth's voice called out from her living room.

Lucas didn't pay it any mind as he took off his shoes and placed his door key on the key rack. Before taking a deep breath, he unzipped his jacket as he was ready to start his training again. He stretched his arms before he went to see his mom.

"Hey, Mom. I was thinking, and I might have found a way to dodge your....," Lucas's voice trailed off as he came to a complete stop. He stood there dumbfounded for a good moment as he tried to take in what he was looking at. "What's....going on...here?" He asked his mom, visibly confused.

Lucas saw Elizabeth sitting on Martha's back while she was in a raised push-up position. Martha was in nothing but her bra and panties while a towel laid on her back. Sweat drenched her entire body while her limbs furiously trembled as they wanted to give out. On the other hand, Elizabeth was in pajama pants and a tank top and sat on the towel that was on her daughter's back. She had a book in her left hand along with a small cup of wine in her right. All while her eyes were looking directly at her son with raised brows.

"What were you talking about?" Elizabeth causal asked as if nothing was wrong with this whole scene. She then looked down at Martha. "Down." She told her daughter, and slowly Martha did as she was commanded.

Lucas watched as his sister struggled to lower herself, keeping a steady balance, and then came to a stop in her resting position. He watched as sweat dripped from her face and hit the puddle on the floor.

"One thousand two hundred....and three," Martha said as she was trying to catch her breath.

Lucas then felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned his head to see Amay. His eyes went wide as his face slightly blushed when he saw her. He was so shocked at what he was looking at that he had to blink twice.

"Excuse... me...please, " Amay timidly said while in her true form.

Her hair was pulled back into a crown bun, while a reddish-pink eyeliner brought out her eyes. She had a slight blush to bring out her cheeks and a darkish red lipstick to top it off. Her face was entirely red from embarrassment as she avoided making eye contact with Lucas, who was taken back.

Lucas then looked down at her attire and was absolutely floored. She was wearing a white laced-up frilled crop top with a black mini skirt with a side slit on her right leg. She didn't have any shoes on but had knee-high black socks with matching long black bridal satin gloves.

Amay was trying to keep her skirt low as she was not trying to reveal any more of herself since he was here.

Lucas felt conflicted and very much confused about all of what was happening. On the one hand, he thought Amay looked stunning and very cute when she was embarrassed, and the outfit did bring out her natural curves. However, Lucas felt terrible for how embarrassed she must have felt. He couldn't help but feel like him staring at her didn't help and made it a lot worse.

"Amay..I...uh...Mom, What's going on here?" He was going to ask her but quickly turned back to look at his mom, wanting to know he walked into.

"Up. " Elizabeth told Martha and watched as her daughter raised herself from the floor. She could see Martha's entire body was severely struggling to stay up. She slowly closed her book, leaned over to place the book on the ground, and then brought her wine to her lips. After taking a good long sip, Elizabeth exhaled a refreshed sigh.

"Punishment. They bickered about who was in the wrong when Amay wouldn't submit after Martha had her pinned. Martha decided that since she wouldn't submit, she would make her do so. One drop of spit later, they both came to me," Elizabeth explained while moving her hand. "So I did what any parent does with children."

"You punished them both?" Lucas finished his mom's last words. He saw her tap her nose to let him know he was correct. Lucas then looked back at the red and embarrassed Amay, who looked as if she would pass out if she got any redder, and the sweat-covered Martha, who was also going to pass out. "So...why are they like... that? Especially her," he asked while pointing his finger at Amay.

"Well. You know how I like to find a punishment that suits the person." Elizabeth said, placing her cup of wine down. "So, as you can see, they are being punished in their own way. Martha is doing push-ups, and Amay is being forced to wear revealing clothing and wearing make-up. Oh. By the way, how does she look?" Elizabeth asked with a simple smile.

Lucas didn't know what to say, but a chill went down his spine at how evil she sounded. He then looked back and forth at the girls for a moment. When his eyes hit Amay, she tried to avoid her eyes as she tried to hide her body and face. He felt bad for her the most.

"Do I need to, mom?" He nervously asked her.

"Not unless you want to fight me. I gave them the same choice." Elizabeth said as she took another sip of her wine. Her eyes waited for her son's answer. "Now, how does she look?"

"She...looks pretty." He said and could hear Amay make a small shriek of embarrassment.

"That will do," Elizabeth said as she got off of Martha. Martha fell to the ground with a wet thump. Elizabeth looked down at her daughter's damp body and could hear her breathing heavily. "You're punishment is over with. Good job reaching 1,203. That's your new best with me on your back."

Martha didn't say anything as she just laid there exhausted.

"And as for you," Elizabeth said, turning her attention to Amay. Amay jumped a little, trying to keep her dress down. Elizabeth sighed. "What did we learn about talking back?"

"Too.....not...to," Amay said, holding back her tongue while her face was an unnatural red. "I'm sorry for saying certain things the author can't write," Amay added.

"You are forgiven. Now you can go change." Elizabeth told her.

Before they knew it, Amay was gone. She flew right past Lucas, trying to keep her dress down so he didn't see anything. She mentally cursed Elizabeth for using her weakness as a punishment.

Both Lucas and his mother heard a door slam shut and then looked at each other. Lucas had a newfound respect and fear for his mother and how creative she was. He was at a loss for words as he looked past her to see his sister still breathing heavily.

"So....are we gonna train since it's already dark out or....no?"

"Hmmm. We could try in the morning," Elizabeth said, folding her arms. She felt her stomach rumble for dinner time. "I think I'm going to order take-out for tonight. Any recommendations?" She asked him.

"Chin....ese...tak...out," the voice of an exhausted Martha said as she still laid there.

"What an excellent idea, sweetie. Ooo, I wonder, do they have any specials," Elizabeth excitedly asked. She then walked past Lucas to go to the kitchen and find the restaurant number.

Lucas didn't say anything but just nod and went upstairs. As he made it to the final stairs, He felt something touch his hand and pull him in the other direction. He quickly turned his head and saw that it was Amay. A gulp filled his mouth as he kind of knew what she was going to do but wasn't entirely sure.

"It has been a minute since Martha made it home," he thought to himself. He then saw that she had come to a stop outside of her room door.

"Did you mean it?" Amay asked as she looked down and away from him.

"Mean what?" Lucas inquired as he wasn't sure of what she was asking.

"Stop acting stupid. Did you mean it?" She snarled at him in a low whisper as she grabbed him by the shirt. Her face was still red from embarrassment.

The thought then clicked in his mind. "Oh. You looking-" He was about to say, but she quickly covered his mouth. He saw her raised a finger to her mouth.

"Be quiet." She told him. She then hesitantly removed her hand from his mouth and waited for his answer.

"I mean...yeah," Lucas said as he started to blush. Before he realized it or even could explain more, Amay had grabbed his shirt and brought him down to her level. He then felt her lips connect to his as a sort of spark came between them. Before he could fully process or move, she released him.

She still didn't look him in the eyes as she swallowed. She grabbed her doorknob and twisted it; however, Amay paused for a moment and looked up at him. "That's thank you for the other night and earlier." She said before quickly going into her room.

Lucas just stood there dumbfounded at what had just happened. She kissed him as usual, but he felt like she stuck her tongue in his mouth. She also properly thanked him for that night. This was kind of too much for him to process and how quickly it happened. He simply just wiped his lips, trying to remove her lipstick, turned around, and went to his room.

"Man. This house is becoming a lot weirder and hard to understand than I can handle." He thought to himself as he walked to his room door.