Feigning anger like the kind generally found in a Punch and Judy show, Rod puppets his cast into positions of dubious confrontation in order to justify their requisite spankings. Fontana could be the King of ad-libbed, scenario-style vids, but in reality it's more like Jester - and the laughs are strictly unintentional. Who's supposed to sit through this stuff with a straight face? It's not clever, it's not erotic, and it's certainly not believable.
Stupid, the guy is not. He reserves the best for himself in a scene with Liza Harper, whose meaty derriere and pretty pied are whacked with a book, a brush, a picture frame and Rod's open hand. Her rump reddens appreciably as the stakes are raised but half the time those punches are pulled.
With a grateful submissive's whimper she allows him to plow her fields with a rough hoe. Of course, Rod can't resist shooting his mouth off and ruining the sexual tension by launching into another ad-libbed cell phone conversation while in delecto flagrante.
Other scenes fare less well, vaporizing from memory seconds after they unspool. (Adding insult to decidedly minor injury, none of the girls even sport unusual clits nor is any attention devoted to their joy buzzers, ordinary as they are.)