Joe was asking for it, but the simple repairmen didn't seem to expect what Mallory had in store. Joe promptly gets a boner from hard-bodied, tight pony-tailed, take-charge Mallory. He demonstrates the common sense of a lemming at a Who concert when he grabs her butt while she finishes the dishes. He's supposed to be inspecting her broken range.
This leads to nothing but misery for the idiot tech, as Mallory drags his sad ass into the living room, strips him and starts giving his cock and balls hell with well-placed kicks, slaps and clever contraptions.
One would think that the human-sized dog cage and wall of floggers and paddles might have forewarned Joe.
Although it detracts for an instant from the plot, Mallory's concern over Joe's safety communicates professionalism.
A second scene and still gallery would have made this a real contender.
Retailing: Short but oh, so sweet for ball-kicking fans.