Now I am sure that the majority of readers think of blind folk as totally blind, i.e. completely in the dark, hanging off the side of a Labrador. Life ain't like that however. When I go out, I navigate with a long white cane made of aluminium, which I scan from, side to side to warn of obstructions. I also have some light perception, and limited 'blobbyvision' to the right, if I physically look left. In front is a haze with swirling pastel coloured designs, out of which an occasional 'blob' beams down, star trek style, usually scaring you half to death. These effects are not unusual to many blind people. The forgoing is just to set the scene for this fictional story. The events may be fictional, but the event which starts the whole thing off is a major issue for blind people at least in the UK. ==================== Spanking, caning, humour but with an underlying real message. ======================
Awareness Training - By Switchmaybe. The morning was crisp and bright, with the usual low angle sun problems of Winter in the UK. I was on my way to do one of my incremental shops of the week. (i.e., do a little each time due to not being the user of a car). Suddenly, swish, The brush of air and the sudden realisation that a cyclist had just passed by real close without so much as a ring of a bell or the courtesy of slowing down and going around at a reasonable distance. I instinctively flinched, despite many such encounters, the instinctive reaction takes over and leaves you with a slightly shaken feeling. I said something not entirely polite, as I recall, and instead of the usual 'fuck off blindy' from some 30 something bloke who was covering his embarrassment with abuse, I heard a very sexy young female voice say, well, actually she still said fuck off, but not the last part. I shouted after her that she really ought to be more polite, but was just rewarded by silence. Though shaken, I knew I would probably have at least one more sight dependent Pratt to contend with in the trip, so I tried to regain my composure as concentration is the key to safety. There were no more problems during that morning other than a collision with overhanging wet foliage and a clueless till assistant who seemed to be of the opinion that talking louder would let me be able to sign the credit card slip without her guiding my finger to the spot. Still, I guess the shop were not going to employ rocket scientists to do till work, why should they? I guess it was cos I did not have dark glasses and a Labrador. Anyway, after I had got home, I found a letter which I had meant to post. Typical, I thought, so much concentration on getting there, that you forgot one of the jobs you were going to do. I decided to post it now. The nearest box was at the end of the road, and it would only take five minutes. So off I went, Listening, I gently came out of my gate, cane ahead of me, and... Yeeeaw... Crunch, scrape, thud. I froze, having suddenly realised that my cane had been pulled from my hand. I spoke. Erm, is there anyone there? There was a pause, then... Oooargh, you knocked me off my bike. I recognised the young woman as the one on the bike from the morning, and I must admit my first thoughts were, 'ah there is a God'. However, my caring side took over and I said. Are you alright, can I help you? Girl I have cut my leg, and my ankle hurts. I groped my way to the girl, and helped her up. By this time the usual silent sentinel blobs had gathered around, and I said to one. Can you find my cane for me? This broke the who will speak first spell, and the two blobs present first moved the cycle out of the way, and then one poked me in the stomach with my now slightly bent cane. Blob 1, sounding like a middle aged male. Look, young lady, you were not watching what you were doing, This gentleman was slowly coming out of his house, and you ran right over the end of his cane. I thought, but did not say that I knew that what had in fact happened was that my cane had gone through the spokes of the cycle wheel, but I am the blind one, aren't I? Blob 2, an elderly female blob. Yes, you should have been more careful. Now although I agreed with most of that, I was rather worried about the girl. She was very quiet, and leaning on me quite heavily. I said. Did you bang your head at all? Girl I, I, I am not sure. At that point she lost her balance and fell against me. OK, it was not the thing to be thinking at that moment, but as she fell, I could feel her breasts, and they were very firm and, well, young and nice to feel! She obviously had no bra on under her t shirt. I said to one of the other blobs. Do you live close? Silence. Me Pardon? Male blob Sorry, we were both shaking our heads, you do not look blind, you see, and we forgot. (nervous chuckle) No, we are on our way to the bus stop, and there is nobody else about. Sorry, but the bus is only every hour, and if we miss it.... Me Ok, I will help her into my place to get cleaned up. Somehow I got her back to my front door, and left her leaning in the porch while I found the key. I helped her in and sat her in the kitchen. Girl I, am sorry, it was my fault. I was looking at a cat across the road. Me OK, do not worry, why don't you get cleaned up. I cannot really help look at any wounds, for obvious reasons, but if you need to phone, or you want to get an ambulance and go to casualty, then feel free. I said Who are you, and where do you live, if it is not far, maybe I can ring them and get you picked up, I fear your bike is in more need of treatment than you. Girl Oh, would you ring my mother, she lives about a mile from here. I am out on an errand for her, and she should really know why I will be a longer time than I thought. Here is the number. I cut in and said Just give it to me slowly.. Girl Oh, I forgot (giggle) She gave it slowly, and I dialled it. While I was waiting to get an answer, I could here sounds from the kitchen. She had, I gathered, taken off her jeans, and was running some water. I was glad she was acting more normal now, but was still worried. A lady answered, and I suddenly realised I did not know who the girl was, or the name of this person. Hello? Me, erm I have a girl here who was cycling, but fell off and is cleaning herself up. She asked me to ring this number and tell you she will be a while. There was a silence, then she said. Ah, that will be my daughter, Kate, what has she done this time? Was she looking at boys, by any chance? Me Well, I do not know, but she says it was a cat. She is OK, I think, but I am blind and she is in my kitchen cleaning herself up. Is there anyone there who could come and pick her and the bike up? I am rather worried as she seemed quite wobbly at first, and of course, I cannot see her injuries. Lady Unfortunately , I am house bound, and Kate runs errands for me. She is 19, and ahem resting at the moment. She lives here and helps me a lot. What happened exactly? I explained, including the little incident in the morning, and Kate's mother said. Oh, quite typical, if I were not in this state, as big as she is, she would be over my knee and spanked for that. I paused and said, Maybe I should do it then, (chuckle) Kate's mother Not a bad idea, but Kate might not approve, I think. Me, changing the subject. I will put her on for you. I took the portable and went to the kitchen. As I put my hand on the table, I found her jeans there. Me Kate, will you talk to your mother? A hand came from nowhere and took the phone. I heard.. Yes Mum, One deep cut on my left knee, a little graze on my cheek, and my ankle is beginning to swell.. I went and got an elastic bandage from a drawer. I always have these handy, as turned ankles are a fact of life when you cannot see edges of small steps. When I returned I heard .. Yes Mother, I will apologise, I will, I am! She was getting quite heated now, and I felt rather in the way. NO! I am an adult now! What! She lowered her voice, but not enough. By a blind person, its gross mum. He could be my granddad. I breezed in with the bandage, and reached out with it to Kate, saying You really need this on your ankle now, or you will not be walking anywhere. Kate Hang on mum She passed the phone to me, while she got the bandage. I spoke to Kate's Mother. Hi again, having a slight problem with her? Kate's mother I told her I was not happy, and I was going to ask you, as the recipient of her rude and uncaring ways, to spank her. Me Are you serious, she is 19. Kate's mother Oh yes. Me, But you do not know me, I might be a mad axe murderer for all you know. Kate's mother Obviously you are not, as if you were, she would be dead by now. I really could not argue with the logic. Me OK, but how are you going to get her to agree. She will just walk out, and to be honest, I would not blame her. At this point, the whole affair was starting to appear surreal to me, was this really happening, was she serious? Kate's mother Ah, she has a holiday at the end of next week, which has been planned for months. It is with a couple of ex school friends and they are off to Sardinia for 2 weeks. However, as she is not working, I have put up the cash and spending money. I simply withdraw the latter, unless she lets you spank her. I am sure you will do a good job. She left a pause, then said teasingly You might even enjoy it. Me OK, I will hand you back to her. I pulled up a chair, and sat down beside Kate. The conversation went. NO mother, I know, but I will. I promise. Shit, OK, nobody must know this. I feel so so, Bye She cut off the line and banged the phone down on the table. We sat in silence for what seemed like an age, then I said Are you OK, no serious injuries? Kate ER, no, I mean yes, I am fine. There is only one real cut and a possible sprain, but... I could feel the heat of her blush, but not see it. Me We are two adults. I will lay my cards on the table first. You are a girl young enough to be my daughter, I cannot say I am a fan of corporal punishment, but I probably will get a nice glow from spanking you. I am, after all, a man, even if I am one whose eyes have died, as a song once said. I promise that spanking is all I will do, anything else is up to you. Kate Aw, Perhaps I can help you with something instead? A bit like community service? Me Young lady, do you really think your mother will not check to see if your bum is red when you get back? Kate Oh, God, you are right, she will, and if I refuse to let her see, she will not let me have the money. Me, Right then, this is a first for me , so lets see how we get on. Kate. How should I be, erm.. Me Well, no jeans, and maybe no panties either? Kate OH NO. I was sitting right next to her, and out of my right eye corner, I could see her nipples against her T shirt. They were only 18 inches away. I mused, whatever she was saying, her body was saying something else. Me Come into the living room I took her hand and she followed quietly. I sat on the centre of the sofa, and motioned for her to lay across my lap. Silently, she complied. After a little manoeuvring, I got her bum in a nice place to hit, and laid my right palm on her left buttock. It quivered under her panties. Kate Please, lets get it over. Me Ok, why do you think I am giving you this spanking? Kate Because... I hit her hard with no warning, on her right buttock. It quivered, my hand felt hot, and after what seemed like a short delay, Kate made a most appealing sound. Yeaaarg, fuck, it hurt. Me Oh dear, now, Kate, I need you to tell me why you deserve this. I would also like you to moderate your language. The next time you use a swear word I will add 6 spanks to the total, and keep on doing so until you stop swearing. There is no need for it. Kate How many are you going to give me? Me Oh, as many as I think it will take. Kate tried to get up, but I was too quick for her, and put my arm around her. Kate Fuck you Me Young lady, you must really want this spanking a lot. Now tell me why you must have it? Kate My mother..... Thwack, thwack, thud, thud, .... Kate Yeoweeeeargh! Me No, it has nothing to do with your mother, it has everything to do with social conscience, politeness, and not being a selfish person. Have you any idea at all what it is like for blind or elderly folk to have cyclists weaving in and out of them on pavementsat speed? It is unnerving and as you found out this afternoon, downright dangerous. Kate I, I am sorry, but I assumed you could see me? Me So a white cane means.... Kate It means you are blind...but you aren't like a blind person. Me Ah, so what do I have to do to look like one? Kate I don't know... Thwack, thwack, slap slap. I put another 10 on her arse and she yelled, kicked and screamed so nicely, I was almost carried away. I was also aware that my hand hurt a lot! I now was finding out the truth in the phrase, 'This will hurt me a lot more than it will hurt you'. Me Now, Kate, what have you to say, remember not to swear. Kate I am sorry, really sorry. I was not thinking, I was in a hurry. Me Really, Both times today, in a hurry? Kate I am sorry, what else do you want me to say? Me Repeat this after each spank. There will be six in this set. Kate Oh shit Me Make that 12. I will not ride fast on pavements. Thwack.. I laid the first one on as hard as I could Kate Oowow I, must not ride fast on the pavement. Me That is better, Kate I was pleased as each hit brought the correct response, each time with just a little more hint of tension and impending tears. Kate was trying hard now not to show too much brattyness, but I sensed it was rather an act. After 12 spanks like this, I needed a new hand. My hand went to the back of the sofa and fate took another hand, well, I did say I needed another one. In fact, I found my old wooden hairbrush. It had a nice back, flat and smooth. I had previously not considered its potential for spanking, but given the state of my hand, I decided to give it a go. Me So, Kate, what do you think you ought to do to help pedestrians? Kate, with a shake in her voice. Well, maybe I should pay more attention... slow down a bit, maybe fit a bell? Me Very good, Kate. What else do you have to say to me? Kate Only that I am truly sorry. Now these were the right words, but somehow... Me I do not somehow think you really believe what you just said. I pulled at the waistband of her panties and felt Kate tense. I paused with them halfway down her bum. Kate You fucking pervert, I could , I, I... I pulled the panties down and looked at the slightly red globes. To me they looked just like that. It's the macular, you know, it removes detail. Me Now, Kate, how are we going to get you to really see that you are being unreasonable in the way you cycle around and also tame that foul mouth of yours? Kate said nothing but suddenly tried to get up. I had her arms pinned rather quickly, and her flailing legs looked rather appealing. Me No, young lady, You will fit that bell, Thwack The back of the brush made a delightful loud sound on her bare skin. EeEEowgh Me Say I will Sir, after each hit, Kate, or your arse will be not just red, but black. And, if you do not do all the things I will get you to agree to, I feel sure your mother will agree to let me chastise you again. Kate Owwww Thwack Argh Me, say it, Kate, and mean it. Kate I will Sir. Me, You will fit that bell Crack Kate Oweeeg I will sir Me You will ride on the road when you can, and not on the pavement Thwack Kate Yoweee I will sir. Me You will be careful if riding where there may be people, and keep your speed down. Kate Argh I will sir. Me You will ride in the road in residential areas. Thwack Kate Yeeow I will sir. I mixed and matched these statements while I peppered her behind with swats. After about 25, she was finding it hard to speak through the sobs and pleading for it to stop. I stopped. She sobbed. Me Kate, what have you to say to me? Kate I will do the things you ask, I am a good girklgirl. I am sooo sorry, I did not know, er think, you know, I never thought of any of it before. I gently rubbed her bottom and tried to pull her panties up. As I struggled with them, my hand brushed her slit. It was sopping wet, and so was my trouser leg. What should I do now? Always Mr direct, I bent down and whispered. Kate, you seem to have rather enjoyed your punishment, should I continue? Kate, through sobs Oh, I am so embarrassed. Please don't say anything. Me Now look here young lady, I have been around for a lot longer than you. There really is nothing to be ashamed of about it. If spanking turns you on, then so be it. Is there anything I can do to help? Kate You mean, you mean? Me OK, what brings you off? Kate Um, I am not sure we should be talking like this, I do not even no your name, and that is just part of it too, oh dear,. Me Well this explains your brattyness, you wanted this, so you just went at me with all that swearing and stuff. Kate Erm, I guess so. I am aching. I need a, a. Me I am sorry, Kate, but although I was aroused by this, I cannot take advantage of you. This was meant to be a punishment. I do trust you will abide by our deal? Kate Oh yes, I will, I really feel terrible about it all. Me OK, as a treat then, how do you feel about a little caning? Kate You, have one? Me I think I could find something suitable. Kate Ok, my mother does not know of my liking for this kind of thing. You won't tell her will you? Me Oh, know, why should I. I let Kate up and she arranged herself, well her panties, and tried to sit on the sofa. If I had had good eyes, I feel sure it would have been a nice sight. She was obviously squirming. I went and got a long thin Graphite one piece cane. I had stopped using it for mobility, as it was too springy. It was rather long though, about 135 mm in fact. Kate Fu.. er I mean, its very big.. Me Oh, this, yes, lets see how it does. Please remove your panties, and bend over and hold your ankles. Kate was silent for a few moments, then said Ok, I love a challenge. After some experimentation, I put a chair in front of Kate while she was bent over, just in case. Remember, I could not see her well, and I needed to get the geometry right. Once this was done, I did a few test swats to get the aim right. It was not easy to aim and I soon decided that I would need to hold the cane further down to get the dynamics right. I chuckled. Kate What is so funny Me It was you getting entangled in one of my canes that caused you to be here, now here I am getting ready to beat you with one. Kate giggled nervously. Me Now, young lady, your arse is going to burn. To stop, say red. Please feel free to scream. I started gently, but soon found the graphite had a natural resonance that was hard to break. Zing, crack, zing, crack. Kate took around 4 before I heard a pretty little scream. I was not that accurate on aim, so where they hit was probably rather random. I then decided to give it all I had. Zing, ccrack, Kate ooooweee I landed about 10 like this with ever increasing yelps and screams. Kate did not move, or if she did, I was still hitting her arse. I could not see it of course. Another 5 and she yelled red red red. I stopped and said Are you OK Kate I need to come, I need to. Me OK, hang on. I found her and helped her lay down. I unceremoniously removed her t shirt and started fondling her nipples, they felt so good, so , well you know. Now I am not that experienced in these things, so what the other hand was doing was not clear. Fortunately, Kate's hand guided it to her special places, most of which seemed hot, wet, smelled great and quivered when touched. A big clue here, I thought. Strangely, unlike in some of these stories I was not interested in getting my rock hard cock (not in this case) out and fuccking her. My delight in just helping her to achieve whatever it was she was achieving was my reward. After a few minutes of administering pinches, rubbings and just touching, she gave a slight grunt and and quivered a bit, then relaxed. Me Kate, are you OK? Kate Oh, yes I am OK. I just needed to release the pent up feelings. Me Was that an orgasm then? Kate Well it worked for me. Me Ok, so I think maybe we had better stop now? Kate Yes, my mother will worry that you might have been that axe murderer after all. I laughed, then said. Look, Kate, I will call a cab and they can get you and your bike home. Kate Oow, Ok, sorry. Kate had rolled onto a very sore part of her arse. She got up and said. Have you got a mirror I can use? Me Ah, I may have one in the wardrobe door, have a look upstairs in the left bedroom. Kate got up and went up stairs. I then heard.. Kate Jesus Christ Me shouting What is the problem Kate My arse is crimson and crossed with stripes and blisters. My mother will wonder what has been going on. Me Tell her how you kept swearing, and how you are now a much nicer person and have learnt your lesson. Kate Um, well, there is not much else I can do. I went up to Kate and put my hand on her arse. It was hot, and I could feel the lines and blisters. Kate drew in her breath as I fondled it. It was so alluring, and the effect of just barely touching tortured flesh had completely passed me by all these years. Kate was getting turned on again, I could smell it, so I stopped touching her bum, and lightly patted it. We both went downstairs, and Kate got dressed. We discovered that her jeans had a hole in them where her leg was cut, but the good news was that her ankle felt better. I had called the cab, and they would be along in about 30 minutes , so I rang Kate's Mother and told her how naughty her girl had been. I then put Kate on and listened. Kate No mum, I am fine now. I do love you, honest. Him? I do not know. I whispered in her ear, I am called Brian. Kate laughed, and repeated it to her mother. Kate Yes, it is very red, I am, and there is no hard feeling with erm Brian. See you soon. There was a knock at the door, and it was the cab, well the driver actually, they have not made cabs that clever yet. Kate grabbed my arm as the driver was loading her broken bike into the back. She hugged me and plonked a great big kiss on my cheek. she whispered I think I learnt a lot about blindness today. Thank you and I know where to come if I feel naughty. Me Goodbye Kate, I am sure we could find some ways to help you in future if you felt you needed it. She got in, and the taxi drove off, leaving me rather stunned at what had transpired. I only wish making people aware of the problems us VIPs have in a sight dependent world could be made as pleasurable as educating Kate had been. End
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