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I have a ritual where I shave my head @ the beginning of each month. What do you all think? Please be honest :0)
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Me and my friend had quite a day today. Beside dealing with the wooden seats at school (not at easy task), we had gym class today. Not the best time for gym, considering the marks we both still have on our bums … So after the gym class, shower time. We tried to stay behind, to avoid questions. But as we were heading to the shower three of our friends showed up … Awkward moment … lots of questions that eventually we had to answer after school while having a coffee
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I just had an idea for people wanting be spanked male or female if you knew ahead of time that a movies or certain tv show had spanking in them would you tell partner or person about it mostly if they are one you want spank or get spanked by that person
meaning if it a male being spanked or paddle f/m situation and you the male wanted spanked want female friend, wife or gf spank you
or m/f or f/f situation you into that stuff or want try it meaning guy want spank gf or wife
would you want be able watch the movie or tv show that has spanking in it with that person?
bottom line is the movies or tv show be helping you out with spanking fantasty so you can see if person bf/gf husband or wife is into spanking willing try it or help you ask or get question out
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Hey guys just updating you real quick.
My health continues to be a drainer on me, however; it hasn't stopped me from getting spanked when needed. I was long and I mean long overdue the other day and boyy... It was intense. Ruler, wooden spoon and strap yeah
Painful but yeah. We are still here though. I follow a lot of you and hope you are all well
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My wife and I are in a DD-HOH relationship. When she gets in trouble (e.g. not listening, temper tantrums), she tends to clam up and shut down, becoming immobile. How do I get her to "submit" or help her do so? I cannot punish her if shes immovable, and words do nothing.
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I wasn't going to post this till tomorrow. The title was going to be "The Monday Muse." But here it is, a cold, crappy Sunday. I hate Sundays like this. I want some diversion. So here goes...
One Day on the Edge of the Desert
(With inspiration from Richard Brautigan)
The old man who owned the club was from England. His accent made him sound sardonic, even when he meant to be kind. He had fought in the Falklands, but he never spoke of the war. He didn’t believe in evil spirits, but gargoyles frightened him. He looked a little bit like a gargoyle himself.
He had a wife, but he rarely spoke a kind word about her. I don’t know if he ever went home. Any time I ever went to the club, he was there, perched at the end of the bar like a gargoyle. He always looked like he would disgorge a stream of bile into his beer mug if it rained outside. But it hardly ever rained. The town was on the edge of the desert.
It was the summer of 1998. I was still a young man, but I didn’t think I was young. I thought I was wise in the ways of the world. In the evenings, I liked to hang out at the club because it was cool and comfortable and the beer was cheap. I’d sit at the bar and read Mack Bolan novels that I bought at the used book store.
One day, the old man approached me.
“Would you like to change the world?” he asked.
“No,” I replied.
“Sure you would,” he said. “Go wait in my office.” He pointed to a door at the far end of the bar. I went into the office and waited with the door ajar and watched. He went to a table and talked to a couple who were sitting there. The man was gray and old, dressed in a suit with a tie. The woman was young. She wore a crisp western shirt, tight jeans and high heels. Her lipstick was bright red, her hair was flame-colored, her eyes were green and her skin was translucent.
The bar owner escorted them to his office, and then closed the door, leaving me alone with the couple. Alongside one wall, there was a desk with a swivel chair. On another wall, there was a book case filled with paperbacks. On another wall, there was a couch. The woman motioned toward the couch and asked me to sit with her. I paused as I passed the book shelf to see if there were any Executioner series novels I didn’t have. Then I sat by the girl. She slipped off her high heels and sat upright and prim. The man sat in the swivel chair and folded his hands in his lap. He had a melancholy look on his face.
“Will you spank me?” the woman asked.
“Because I’m bad. Because I need it. Because I want you to.”
“What about him?” I nodded toward the man in the swivel chair.
“Don’t worry about him. He’s rich. He has a different-colored Corvette for every day of the week. But he has a bad heart and he can’t spank me hard enough. But I bet you can. You look strong.”
“Okay,” I said.
She stood up and slid her jeans and panties down. Then she lowered herself across my lap. Her bottom was taut and opalescent.
“Remember, I need real punishment,” she said.
So I spanked her hard and long and without mercy. She didn’t react at first, but I just continued to land hard, fleshy smacks with an unrelenting rhythm that made my hand sting. Finally, I heard a little moan of pain, so I doubled down and spanked her even more intently. She began to squirm, so I trapped her legs between mine. She thrashed and gasped, saying “Ow, ow, ow.” But I kept going. After a while, she began to cry out in earnest. She pleaded with me to stop, but I continued. I held her tight around the waist to keep her from bucking off of my lap.
I knew what she was going through. I’d been spanked like that when I was a kid, and I could imagine how she felt, how the pain expanded to fill the whole of her existence. I knew what it felt like to want it to stop, when it wouldn’t stop, when it went on and on...
And when I finally did stop, she went limp, gasping and sobbing. I pulled her up to sit sideways on my lap with her legs up on the couch. Her jeans and panties were still bunched around her ankles. She leaned into me and melted into my arms. Her body was small and warm, and she sobbed softly. After a while, she pulled away and looked at me. Her eyes were red, her face streaked with tears. She mouthed a silent “Thank you.”
She pulled her pants up and smoothed her shirt. She opened up a compact and looked at the mirror as she dabbed the tears from her face. When she was all neatened up, she and the man walked out of the office arm in arm. “Can we eat out tonight,” she said to him, “I don’t feel like cooking.” Then, they left the club.
I went to the bar, where I’d left my beer and my book. The beer was warm. The owner sat at the end of the bar like a gargoyle and looked at me. With his English accent, in his gurgling, gargoyle voice, he said to me: “I know what happened in there.”
“What?” I said.
“You were a fugitive and she was a prostitute. She propositioned you on a street corner and then she tried to rob you in the motel room. You disarmed her and slapped her across the face. Then her pimp tried to beat you up, so you killed him. You took her on the run with you. Together, you went on a cross-country spree, robbing banks and having sex every time you could. You fucked in motel rooms and Walmart parking lots and gas station restrooms. A policeman tried to arrest you at a Burger King and both of you died in a hail of gunfire.”
“You really think that’s what happened in there?” I asked.
“No, that’s only part of the story.” He slurped down the last of his beer and placed the mug on the bar. “Do you want me to tell you what else happened in there?”
“Sure, why not,” I said.
He lit a cigarette and took a long, ecstatic drag. His eyes glazed over, and he began to speak.
“What really happened is that she surrendered to you. She surrendered herself totally, body and soul. You became her master, and she your slave. She relished the pleasure you took in beating her. The giving and receiving of pain became a transcendent experience. You felt her pain and savored it. She quivered in your ecstatic release. You were the mountain, and she was the ocean washing up against you. You were the sun, and she was the darkness. You warmed her and illuminated her. In turn, she enveloped you. An eternity came and went. You lived a lifetime in a moment. That’s what happened.”
I thought about it for a minute.
“Yeah,” I said, “That’s pretty much how it happened.”
“Of course it is. Now order yourself a fresh beer and go back to reading your book.”
I signaled the bartender for another beer. When I looked at my book, the world seemed to swirl around me.
Questions for discussion and comment:
1) What role does the bar owner play? Is his character dynamic or static?
2) The husband is a passive character with no action or voice in the story. Does his presence have any symbolic value? How does his presence affect the overall impression of the scene?
3) Explain the author’s use of metaphor in the bar owner’s description of what happened in the office.
4) The woman says she’s been bad, that she needs punishment, and wants punishment. Does this imply that she wishes to improve her behavior?
5) The bar owner describes sexual acts with no erotic overtones. Is there an implied eroticism in the story? Discuss the intimacy of spanking in marital relationships.
6) The main character reads action novels from a once-popular series. Does this imply something about societal views of masculinity, or is the author just fucking around?
Answer the discussion questions on your own paper. The assignment is due by Friday. Twenty points will be automatically deducted for late work. Inappropriate comments or sexual innuendo in your essays will be grounds for office referral and a paddling.
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Would you ever move for a spanking relationship? Would you ever relocate for a vanilla relationship?
I think I would, if it were a healthy and safe move I think I would give it a good solid try. Is that crazy?? Has anyone ever moved....How did it go?
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Definetly getting caught smoking hurts. I’ve just come back from my disciplinarian where me and my best friend faced the consequences of getting caught smoking at school.
So, like usual, first the school type punishment. Lecture … annoucement of the punishment … my friend is to get 5 with the strap on each hand and 10 with the cane on her bare bum. Me, as not being the first time being caught smoking, double … ouch. Stand by that wall … First the strap … my friend goes first … hold up your hands … ouch … then me … hold up your hands … ouch, ouch, aaieeww … Turn around, face the wall … Pull down your pants and panties, hands on your head (damn it’s hard to unzip your jeans after you get your hands strapped). Then the cane … Again my friend goes first … Take 2 steps back, bend over, hands on the wall … After 5 or 6 strokes she starts crying softly and I remember her teasing me yesterday evening. Somehow my desire to tease her back vanished. My turn comes faster than I would have prefered … Take 2 steps back, bend over, hands on the wall … Ouch, ouch, ouch, aaaaaiieeww … tears … ouch … more tears … and it’s finally over … Cornertime …
The home type punishment … the belt comes out … again my friend goes first … lay on the sofa, face down … ouch, ouch, ouch … I hear her crying … ouch … change places … it’s my turn … lay on the sofa, face down … ouch, ouch, ouch, aaaiieewww … it’s my friend’s turn to hear my crying … and it’s finally over … Damn I wish school changes that smoking policy, but until then, I think I’ll avoid smoking at school, at least for a while
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Check it OW!!t in my photo album.
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March Lion got fucking jokes!!!!! I am so ready for spring. I want to bring sexy back!!!!!!!! March lion is roaring in and March better go out like a mutafucking lamb or we going have some problems!!!!!! Do you hear me March? March needs a spanking real bad for all this fucking snow. Now I can't go nowhere I need to go. I AM SO ANGRY AT MARCH FOR ALL THE MUTHAFUCKING SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Well I guess the snow couldn't wait till tonight to start. I woke up this morning and the ground was covered this is the beginning of 10-12 inches. Guess Im not going anywhere today.
Inspiration for the Day
The greatest challenge in life is being able to see the next day even on the gloomiest day the light shines just enough to make your day lighter and easier. Only you can choose to blind yourself of the light to make your day that much harder Live love life and recognize the people that dont have love or care as a minor obstacle for you to overcome you cant save the world but you can save yourself from the jackass that can go the same way he came into your world
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„I know what you desire….“
„How would you know? Who are you?“
And he repeated: „It’s not important who I am. Important is only that I know you.“
He embraced her waist from behind, kissed her again and let his hand slide along her body.
Then he turned her round and loosened the small ribbon behind her head which fastened her mask.
„Time per gettare la maschera“ he whispered. „Time to drop the mask…“ Sophie let it happen without resistance and surrendered to his searching lips.
„You want to see what it feels like when a man spanks you, don’t you…?
Sophie held her breath. He couldn’t know that. That was her most secret fantasy. Dreamed when she was alone in bed.
„You want to know how it feels to lie over a man’s lap when he makes your bottom glow. You want to know what it’s like to give in to the pain. – Is that true, Cara?“ With these words he softly pulled her to the sofa. Sophie couldn’t speak. She felt so startled, couldn’t admit that his guess uncovered the truth.
The stranger sat on the sofa, held Sophie by her hand and she sensed his eyes behind the mask inquiringly on her. Her heart beat like mad. She wanted to say something, but her mouth was dry and she couldn’t utter a word. But she also didn’t try to free herself from his hand and run off. She just stood in front of him and he took her quietness as consent.
With a soft squeeze he pulled her down, placed her over his knees, brought her into that position made for spanking. She didn’t struggle, just breathed aloud. He let his hand glide over her back, lingering more and more on her bottom. Finally he raised his hand and gave her some smacks, gentle, not hard. Presumably not noticeable under her dress. He stopped and turned up her dress, admiring the curve of her bottom. Again a few more smacks and then he slipped down her thights and slip. She stiffened but let it happen. And then her bare bottom lay before him, beautiful and white. „Bellissima!“
He stroked the alluring curves with his hand, heard how she breathed uncontrollably. Then he gave her the first hard spank, instantly caressing the spot, to relieve the stinging. This would be his method: His hand would slap her bare flesh hard, then gently massage the pain away. Again, again and again.
Sophie felt strange as she had never felt before. What a situation was this: to lay over a stranger’s lap bottom naked, getting spanked. At the moment the embarrassement outweighed the pain by far: he had turned up her dress, pulled down her panties and smacked her bare bottom with his hand. It stung, oh yes, but after every spank he gently massaged her naked skin.
Then the smacks became quicker and the fondling became less. Her bottom glowed and Sophie started squealing, „please, please“
„Shhh, Cara, shhh…. let go….“ The stranger whispered.
And Sophie dived into this whirl of pain and arousal.
Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it any more he stopped and again she felt his hand laying on her stinging bottom.
„ It’s good now, isn’t it, Cara?“ again his voice was but a whisper. His fingers found their way along her bottom crack and on to her vagina. Wet, soaking wet, just as he had expected. Sophie wanted to turn, jump from his lap, but he held her firmly in place.
„Calm, dolcezza, calm. Stay lying down and spread your legs a little bit.“ His voice was gentle, oh so gentle. Now his fingers had found her clit and rubbed it gently. Sophie moaned and pressed against his hand. This was so wonderful.
„That’s what you craved, yes Cara? To comply and receive pain as well as lust.“
Sophie couldn’t answer, surrendered to the sensations. The rhythm of his fingers became faster and Sophie realised how she convulsed, wonderfully orgasmed. She groaned loudly, was gently turned round and laid on the sofa.
The stranger towered over her.
„Shh, Cara, enjoy… sadly we have missed la processione.“
He bent down and caressed her cheek with one finger and kissed her slightly on her mouth.
Before Sophie could react, the stranger had turned around and left the hall.
Exhausted she stayed lying on the sofa, trying to sort out her thoughts. She didn‘t succeed. Too surreal were the occurrences of the last hour. Who was he? How did he know? She felt confused, exhausted but satisfied. At last she got up, pulled up her panties, adjusted her dress and picked up her mask which lay some distance away on the parquet. Again she went to the window and saw in the distance some enlightened gondolas disappear. There had indeed been a „processione delle maschere“. She wasn‘t sure if it hadn’t been a mere excuse. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Then she turned around to go to her room.
Catherine had been in their room already and had assailed her with questions on where she had been. Sophie had answered evasively and gone to bed quickly knowing that they had to get up early for the return journey the next morning.
Now they were standing in front of the hotel, waiting for the „motoscafo“ to bring them back to Mestre. Sophie was still very quiet, which Catherine thought was because of the early morning hour. Her friend was never very chatty in the morning. In the bus they got to their seats just behind the driver and Sophie snuggled down in the seat for a little nap. The bus driver took the microphone, greeted the travelling group and Sophie all in a sudden sat upright again:
„… and I hope that you enjoyed last night’s procession of the masks, the „processione delle maschere“. If not you might well have had different wonderful experiences in la bella Venezia, in beautiful Venice.“
It was the voice of her stranger! Sophie was totally sure, the last sentence had been spoken in this Italian accented English. She looked into the rear-view-mirror of the bus and met the glance of the bus driver. His mouth turned into a smile and he mouthed silently the word „Cara“. Then he turned to her:
„Did you have the time to finish your book, Sophie?“
Sophie blushed. No she hadn’t had the time, but she surely would finish „Spanking-Dreams“.
She held his gaze, shook her head and smiled….
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On Friday night last |Jen and I went to a nearby village to meet up with a good friend and her husband for a few drinks.We were early and when we walked into the pub we were both surprised by how crowded it was but we managed to barge our way to the bar and got our drinks. Jen noticed a little space by a window so we made for there. As Jen sipped her drink and I knocked mine back we looked around the bar;almost at once we said the same thing,we both noticed that there was hardly no women around,I counted five. Jen noticed this old man looking,more like staring at us and said it was best we both looked out of the window. I was bursting to use the Ladies so I had to push and shove my way through the throng to go,Jenny called after me to "hurry!". Upon my return this old man was talking with Jenny. The look on her face said it all,she was very uncomfortable. I pushed my way over and in the process felt a hand slap my bum.I turned around to see four guys standing there all with smirks on their faces.After telling them how sad I thought they were I went over to Jenny.
Before I could say anything Jenny told me that this old man wanted a word with me .I looked at him and he at me. He actually asked me if I would be interested in "courting" a young man he pointed to over by a table and began to tell me that this young man was a farmer. I stopped him before he went on and asked him how old he was,he looked surprised but told me he was 73 years old,I told him if he wanted to live to see 74 then he should back off and return to this young man and tell him to do his own bidding! It was then the whole situation dawned on me,it was a "Match" making night. There is a tradition of "match-making" in rural Ireland where someone,usually an older person acts as a "go between" to get people together,in a relationship. This old man was about to say something else but Jenny,knowing that I was about to skin this man alive, leaned forward and we both kissed,whistles and cheers went up and the "Match-maker" beat a hasty retreat. Our friends arrived but we decided to move to another pub so we could have a chat.
Yesterday,as promised,we all went Pony Trekking. Jenny led the way being an accomplished rider,but Dressage is "slightly" different to Pony Trekking. My niece and some of her friends took off and before long I felt as if I was back in time,charging towards the Russian guns with the "Light brigade". One of my nieces friends came off,her Pony kept going so she had a bit of a walk back. Jenny shook her head and kept at her own pace. My niece's boyfriend showed off his prowess with horses and won the "gallop". The owner of the stables was not very happy,it was meant to be a nice leisurely Pony ride but developed into a mini "Grand National". We were all asked,politely ,not to come back. We waited in the car park until finally we saw Jenny appear over the hill,sitting perfectly straight and her heels down,as if she was in a horse show. We cheered,but suddenly scattered in fright as the riderless pony belonging to my niece's friend cme galloping towards us followed by a stable hand with a rope.
We all went for pizza and a upset people there too. So today I am absolutely done in. After lunch I will spend the day lying on the sofa in front of the TV. My niece has a party to attend and Jenny has taken over my study to go through some paper work for work.
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wld like to know if anyone on here wld be able to tell me how a painfull spanking cld be done wizout leaving too much or no marks at all so that not initiated people wld not see what had happened. thks for any hint
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Now I know pretty much every one loves a good bare bottom spanking. But has anyone thought about spankings that are not bare bottomed? Personally I love a girl in a nice tight pair of jeans. To me that can be just super hot. I have been watching videos here for quite some time and i will admit that spankings of that nature a one of my faves and if you have watched our videos you will see that many of our videos at least start out that way.
Now as kind of a follow up to the post on positions I would like to ask other than bare bottom what are some of peoples favorite out fits to see the spankee wearing or to be wearing when spanked. Please feel free to leave us a comment.
Be well, Spank Hard, See ya
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So not looking forward to tomorrow and Monday I really wish spring was here. Were supposed to be getting a big snowstorm Sunday and Monday. So I myself will be staying at a hotel close to my job so that I go to work the next day/afternoon. My side of the hospital told us we could stay their and lounge out on the sofas and stuff in the lounge area but I think I'm better off in a hotel. So thankful I did my shopping earlier today so I don't have to go out Tuesday wed ,or Thursday then Friday its going to warm up...YaYYY...
Their will be a change in my vids pretty soon only for the better so don't be disappointed which Im sure most will be but its better for me. Hope everyone has a wonderful rest of the weekend If your in the area and going to be around when the snowstorm hits be safe on the roads.
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Thank god it's Friday, the spanking judge sighed. He was bored.
By midnight the rate of obnoxious behavior had soared.
Saturday morning my bottom was fiendishly sore.
The spanking judge knew that tonight I'd be needing some more.
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I know it's probably just me but it is there anyone out there that is tried of lame excuses for lying to your child. I have had enough of broken promises. What ever happen to my word is my bound? I believe whole hardheartedly that if you promise someone something you are best to keep your promise. I made a promise to my friend before he pass away this year that I would get healthy. I am doing everything in my power to keep that promise. Why can't everyone do the same? Pay me no attention I am just venting. To all one's who think that not keeping a promise means it is teaching a child a life lesson, you need help. A lesson like a broken promise to a child is never acceptable in my book. that child never asked you to make a promise.Never make a promise you don't intend to keep.
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We have a studio in Rochester, NY and we are always looking for the hardest hitting severe spanking dommes who can handle me. I'm a handful but it only makes you want to hit me harder and that is what we need to see our movies. Do you want to be a part? Contact me here if you are interested. We are a hard hitting spanking company looking for dommes that specialize in any area or all. All sizes, shapes and models, OK.
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-loud mouth (screaming)
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With the Academy Awards coming up tomorrow night, I thought I'd review some movies.
Life is Beautiful - this is a beautiful movie!
Juno - good, and with a surprise ending.
March of the Penguins – only see this movie if you’re a penguin. The movie was 80 minutes long, but it seemed more like 800.
Casablanca – wonderful story, plus there are incredibly memorable lines such as, “Play it again, Sam!”, “Here’s looking at you, kid!”, and “This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.”
Captain Phillips – I was seasick.
Match Point – excellent!
Wolf of Wall Street – who cares? I don’t like those kinds of movies.
The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug – good - nerds will appreciate it the most.
Forrest Gump – fantastic!
How to Make Love Like an Englishman – hmmm, perhaps the English could comment on this upcoming movie.
Pride and Prejudice – good, especially the scene where Mark Darcy (Colin Firth) emerges from the lake in a wet, white shirt (yum).
Under the Tuscan Sun – this takes place in Italy, so it gets an automatic thumbs up from me. Plus it is a great movie.
Julie and Julia – bon appetit!
Bridget Jones’s Diary – yes! You can never go wrong with Mark Darcy. Renee Zellweger is good, too. It’s all about the life of a singleton in London.
Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason – terrible!
The Artist – excellent!
Once – fantastic! A friend in New York City saw this as a Broadway musical two weeks ago and raved about it. He said he thought I’d like it, and strangely enough, I’d already seen the movie, and yes, I did like it very much. It is a low-budget movie made in Ireland. The ending is so beautiful (I cried). Highly recommended.
Memoirs of a Geisha – the ending was a bit outlandish, but yes, it is a good movie!
Lost in Translation – this makes it on my list of top 3 favorite movies EVER! It MAY be my favorite, but I have difficulty deciding. The ending is just perfect. I had a lovely moment like that, but it was in Singapore, not Tokyo (haha).
Little Miss Sunshine – I was so disappointed by this movie.
Amelie – great fun.
Chocolat – delicious (especially Johnny Depp, and the Count on Easter Sunday). Just a wonderful movie about love, chocolate, and perhaps a little magic.
Brideshead Revisited – excellent (part of this movie is set in Italy), plus most of characters are fabulously rich (and tragic).
Quartet - the word naughty is used several times (a British movie, of course). There isn’t much of a plot, but it still manages to entertain. The ending is nice.
The Lady in Number 6 – this is a short documentary about the world’s oldest pianist and Holocaust survivor. She played piano for over 100 years (some of which were in a concentration camp). Alice Herz Sommer was probably the most optimistic person ever! Music saved her life!
The English Patient – a great movie (part of it is set in Italy). Very dramatic.
Have you seen any of this year’s Oscar nominees? Are you planning to watch the Academy Awards on Sunday night?
I didn't mention any movies about spanking since there are already so many blogs about them.
In any case, I hope that you enjoyed my mini movie reviews.