”He thanked her, gave her a blessing (fairly low key, in case anyone might raise an objection, and get the agent in trouble) and two hours later aft...r going through security he was on the flight home, luxuriating in the plush accommodation of Business Class travel. In fact, after catching up on some Bible reading on his somewhat elderly Kindle, he fell asleep. Not before leaving a voice mail message on his wife’s phone that he was on his way home and would be arriving home at least a day. She forced her body to be still, and refrained from squirming, but inside butterflies tickled her stomach. They were to arrive in no more than thirty minutes, and in the moment they did, she would become their mother, and soul caretaker. It was a scary thought. As a widowed eighteen year old, she was hardly a candidate for motherhood, but she was lonely on the farm, no company, not even a dog to comfort her broken heart. A tear formed on her lashes as she thought of her late husband. Ben, what. Then from the small box she extracted a tiny bolt and a minute wrench. She placed the bolt into a tiny set of connecting hinges found at the back of the collar and tightened it in with the wrench. There it was, no locks and no keys, just a miniscule hinge that bound the thin metal collar around her neck just as surely as if it had been heated and hammered in place with an iron weld. And in the front was a small metal ring, hanging from the ring was a delicate little metal circle about the size. Now it was her turn to feel the kiss of the rod once again. Madame had been caned regularly as a younger whore and knew what it felt like to be caned most severely, but that was long ago.James loved to see a girl or woman writhe under the cane because he was as it will become clear a libertine and had no morals whatsoever.James selected a fine rattan senior cane from the rack and Madame Christina raised her fat arse once again for the stripes to come.With her bottom on full display she asked.