The Perils of Paula


Wednesday 20th October, Istanbul

Dear Diary,

Athens was dull. There were a lot of boys but they were very obvious, all pretending to be macho and not actually delivering. I was pretty much out for the count anyway on account of my sore bottom. I have only just managed to get around to sitting down again.

I took the train to Istanbul, still standing a lot of the way. This time I remembered to both my knickers and a ticket.

The city is much more exciting and a nice man has offered me a bar job, which will spread my resources a little.

Mr Khan told me I was a bit of a naughty girl because I was wearing short skirts and said if I was his daughter I would have been given a spanking. I practiced my best pout when he said this, but secretly it was quite nice for him to take such an interest.

I really want to please him and I have bought a couple of long skirts for when I go to work.

Now all I need to do is find the blooming place.

One Response to “The Perils of Paula”

  1. 1 Karl Friedrich Gauss

    What if Paula’s aunt would somehow track her down here? Maybe she’ll get herself in a bind and have to write home or phone home for help.

    Not that I don’t wish her well in her independent life. After all, she IS old enough to leave home, isn’t she. I’m sure she’ll meet some interesting types in her new job at the bar or the club or wherever it is.

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