A Good Catholic Girl – Katrina by badkitty21

A Good Catholic Girl – Katrina by badkitty21

Discover the captivating tale of "A Good Catholic Girl - Katrina," where desire and faith collide in an enthralling adult story. Dive into Katrina's journey of self-discovery, breaking free from societal expectations. Uncover the complexities of love, temptation, and passion in this enticing narrative that challenges norms. Read more to experience a provocative adventure that explores the depth of human longing.<br/> Everyone in this story is above the age of 18 and this story is entirely a work of fiction.

Trigger warning: Catholic church (If you have ever been triggered by the Catholic church/religion you will not like this story.)

We’re a very catholic family. My dad died when I was little and my mom married my step dad only recently. I’m 18, and about to graduate from St. Mary’s high school.

My step dad, Richard, is also a very devout catholic man.

I came home from school one day and as I was dangling, bent over the deep freezer, I heard someone come up behind me. I turned to look and it was Rich. I sat upright very quickly. I was now staring at the inside of the freezer door hoping he hadn’t seen my bare ass. I quit wearing panties to school a while ago but no one knew. I had started soaking through them in school for some reason and as I was very embarrassed about it, it was just easier not to wear any at all and take quick bathroom breaks in between classes. Plus the draft helped dry my pussy up. Wearing my school uniform made the bathroom breaks quick and easy since we were forced to wear skirts. I heard Rich stalk towards me. “I know I didn’t just see what I think I saw young lady.” He whispered threateningly in my ear.

Fuck. I closed my eyes….

“Rich, no listen, I…” I turned around. My breasts scraped his chest. I looked up at him.

“I just take them off after school sometimes to let it, like…. Air out…” I was a terrible liar.

“Does your mother know about this!?” He asked incredulously.

I moved aside and looked down at my bare feet. “No.” At least that was the truth.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the living room. He sat on the couch and forced my stomach down on his lap. He raised my skirt. My vagina started leaking again. I moaned in discomfort. My mother had allowed him to spank me for wrong doings but I’d never been bare before.

“I’m going to give you 10 swats for this young lady and I expect to never see it in my household again.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I moaned and whaled through each one. As his hand landed each time so so close to my wet pussy I thought he would get wet but he never deviated from my butt. It was incredibly frustrating. I wanted him to. I would have to go to confession for this. I didn’t know exactly what was going on with my body but I knew it was wrong. He quickly finished and sent me to my room. I diverted to the bathroom and slammed the door in a rush, yelling “Sorry!” praying he wouldn’t come in and spank me again…. My vagina was now pulsing with my heart beat. I touched it. It was dripping down my leg now. I was grateful it didn’t get on him and then I’d have to explain whatever the hell this was because I had no clue. Sex Ed in Catholic school was just, don’t have sex, unless you’re married and don’t ever, ever masturbate. We weren’t even allowed to think impure thoughts such as the ones I had racing through my mind now…. I touched my button inside my lips. I moaned out loud and quickly stopped. No. Touching yourself is bad. I wiped myself dry and rushed to put my panties on.

I grabbed my keys and raced to the church. I walked quickly into the congressional box not making eye contact with any of the nuns and prayed for God to take away these urges while waiting for Father. Finally Father Nicholas entered the confessional box.

“Hello child.”

“Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been 1 day since my last confession and these are my sins. Father… I’m…. I’m having impure thoughts.” I whispered. “About my own step-father! He spanked me earlier for not wearing any panties and my vagina became so wet I had to go wipe! And then I wanted to touch it so, so bad Father.” I whimpered, beginning to cry… “and I’m also having impure thoughts about basically any boy or male teacher I see at school. Please Father! Help me! I don’t know what’s wrong with me! My vagina is wet all the time and I can’t even wear panties anymore and I don’t know what to do!?” I sobbed softly.

“Give 10 penance for your sins child and pray the Act of Contrition”

I said, “Thank you Father.”

Father Nicholas responded, “May our Lord Jesus Christ absolve you; and I, by His authority, absolve you from every bond of excommunication and interdict, in as much as I am able and you require. Thereupon, I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Now, give thanks to the Lord, for He is Good.”

I responded, “Thanks be to God.”

“Now go in Peace child.”

I came out of the confessional box feeling somewhat relieved at least to have told someone my secrets. I dried my tears with the back of my hand.

Father Nicholas stepped out of the box and said “follow me”.

I did as I was instructed. We went to his office and he motioned for me to have a seat in the chair in front of his desk. I did as I was bid and he closed the door behind him. This wasn’t unusual. He’s a priest. Nothing could happen. Priests didn’t have the ability to have impure thoughts. Ever. That’s why they couldn’t get married. He perched himself on the end of his desk and clasped his hands over his lap. Over his crotch… where his…. No, stop it. He’s a priest for Christ’s sake Katrina! I thought to myself, meeting his eyes once again.

“Katrina, what’s happening to you is completely normal.”

“What do you mean Father? It can’t be normal to be dripping wetness from my…. From my vagina.” I whispered, ” all the time!”

“Well maybe not all the time Katrina but it is normal for teenage girls to have wet… pussies.”

“Pussies???”

“It’s another name for your vagina.”

“I like that better than vagina.”

“Yes well…” Father thought to himself that he couldn’t do anything to help but maybe her family could… “You should go home and confide in your mother and step father and ask them for help in this scenario.”

“Father… I…. I couldn’t possibly. I’m too embarrassed!”

Father placed a hand over mine in an effort to calm me.

“I assure you Katrina, Rich and your mother are the best people to help you with this. They are married and they love you. I have never been married nor had children. I cannot exactly advise you in this manner. You know what the Lord says. Honor thy mother and father. So go home and honor them by being honest with them and I’m sure they can help you.”

“But what if they kick me out or worse???”

“You tell them you’ve been to see me about it, and confessed your sins, and all is forgiven in the eyes of the Lord. But I can tell you’re distressed about this and need more help than I can provide.”

“Yes Father.” His hand was still on mine.

“Good girl.” He patted my hand, “Now, run along Katrina.” He removed his hand from mine and stood upright again.

I left the church feeling guilty for not having said something to Rich or my mother before. I went home determined to make it right. Only Rich was home still. My mother was still at work. I wanted to wait until she got home to discuss it with both of them but I was antsy and impatient. Finally I came out of my room to find Rich. I looked in the kitchen and living room and couldn’t find him. I knocked lightly on the bathroom door that was slightly ajar and he wasn’t there either. Finally, I went to my parents bedroom and the door was open. But as I approached I could hear him screaming my name. I thought something was wrong so I picked up my pace. But something stopped me before I hit the door. I peaked around the edge. He was holding his big long cock in his hands stroking up and down and there was white stuff everywhere… I waited until his breathing was calmer before I spoke.

I knocked on the side of the door frame and said “Rich?” He covered himself with the covers and screamed in shock! “Katrina! What are you doing?! Get out of here!”

“I’m sorry!” I shielded my eyes suddenly, realizing that I shouldn’t have seen that…

Rich sighed and chuckled slightly. “It’s okay Katrina… just….. did you need something?”

“Well… sort of… yes…. Umm…” I blurted it all out at once…” Father told me to talk to you and mother about my problem because my pussy is wet all the time and that’s why I stopped wearing panties and I’m having impure thoughts and I really, really liked it when you spanked me earlier Rich and I need help!”

I peeked through my fingers to see what he was doing… he was just staring at me blankly. Almost dumbfounded.

The silence was deafening.

“Rich, please say something…” I whined.

“Umm… well… uhhh…. Okayyyy…… So umm… yes I can… I can help you…. Umm… but there are going to be a few rules. One, you can’t tell your mother. I’ll talk to her. She wouldn’t really understand and I can handle her better than you can.”

“Yes, Daddy”

He groaned slightly….

“Second. You can keep not wearing underwear if it helps you. I’m sorry I didn’t ask for your reasoning before. Now I understand and you were right to do what you did.”

“Thank you Daddy!” I ran to him and hugged him without thinking…

He patted me on the back and I suddenly realized he was still naked under the covers.

“Oh I’m so sorry, Daddy!!!” I backed up, my hands covering my mouth.

“Thirdly, at school every time you have an impure thought I want you to write a tally somewhere. When you come home, you’ll get a spanking for every impure thought you had. This will eventually condition you to stop having impure thoughts. Actually anytime you have an impure thought just write down a tally…”

“Daddy…. I would need at least 3 right now…”

“Which brings me to my fourth point. Katrina you need to release your tension and that’s the only way to help you have less impure thoughts and not be wet all day everyday. Because you can’t masterbate…. You haven’t, have you, baby girl??”

“No, Daddy.” I shook my head vigorously.

“Good girl… So because you can’t masturbate, I’ll help you cum every day after school after your spankings okay, baby girl?”

“What does cum mean Daddy?”

“Come here little one, I’ll show you.” He patted his lap.

“But Daddy you’re still naked!”