He starts her OTK, skirt up. She looks back and asks, "Enough yet?" she must be kidding.
This plumber is experienced. He is firm, crisp, and professional. Baxter is in a pickle. He rolls down her pantyhose and panties. Lighting and camera are perfect on a lovely subject matter. The spanking continues. "Clothes off." "Everything?" "Everything." There she is, naked in her own kitchen. She faces us, thank you. She must bend over a counter for the round stiffened black leather CalStar paddle. Nice cracks. Bruises appear. Next is the familiar stiff leather slapper. The plumber keeps repositioning Baxter's bottom perfectly for the camera. Charming sight--a well-built young lady, bottom-high, pendulous breasts, bent over her own countertop. Slicing and dicing.
"I'm going to get my money's worth from you. Bend over and wait for me." He returns with his cane. They move to the adjacent "lounge," in fact the familiar CalStar set with the white sectional couch. Plenty of DNA and tear stains could be found in this room. She kneels up, wonderful, and the caning begins. 15 moderate strokes, 6 much harder and faster. He feels her bottom along the way, as if he were smoothing dust off it. "Lovely bottom."
"My husband is going to be furious when he ses these welts on my bottom." It wasn't that hard of a caning. Maybe there are some spaces to be filled in. She walks naked back into the kitchen. The plumber tears up the bill. "Nice working with you."