I am celebrated for my benefit yet feared for my wrath.

I am known to take a number of forms yet all are along.

I am occasionally a tether yet seldom do I become a fetter.

I am a tool of support yet formerly a tool of discipline.

I am often made from animal hide yet do not hide animals.

I am sometimes perforated by the end yet hardly ever holy.

I am at times used to transmit drive yet not drivers within.

I am in rhyme with a tip pen yet not to be mistaken for suede.

I am a life saver in a car yet a pants restrainer on the street.

I am also a shelter provider on farms yet not so much dairy.

WHAT AM I?

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