It seemed that Catherine’s allowance was never enough. Even when her husband, John, had generously raised it, she would still end up overspending. She’d endured many lectures about her spending habits and even had more than a few trips over John’s knee to further drive the point home. However, her reckless behavior had not improved in the slightest. In fact, she’d become worse.

When John called her into his study to have another “talk” she figured everything would play out the way it usually did. Before he even started speaking, Catherine tried to sweet talk him like usual, but he cut her short, grabbed her, and immediately started undressing her—and in front of the maid no less!

Once she was naked and he’d forced her to her knees, he whispered soothingly in her ear “Relax, darling…” while keeping a firm grip on her long, black hair. He nodded to the maid, Elsa, and she came forward with a heavy metal dog collar in her hands. “Since you apparently aren’t up to serving as my wife, I’m going to demote you to the kennels…”

Catherine began to whimper. He was serious!

“Don’t worry…” he continued. “Elsa will take your place as the wife of the house now, so the role won’t be vacant.” The collar clicked around her neck in an unbreakable ring of cold steel. “Elsa, bring the leash and take Queeny to the back yard kennels. I’ll start her training tomorrow.”