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His expression darkened. "Those are the effects of the pollen. It's designed to create arousal in humans." My cheeks burned with embarrassment. So that's what this feeling was. I shifted uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of how my body was responding.

O'li sighed, a sound that told me I was in trouble. "You know the rules about touching plants without permission. Especially experimental ones."

I hung my head. "I know, Daddy."

"Corner time won't be sufficient this time," he said, moving to a cabinet I'd never seen him open before. "The pollen's effects need to be counteracted, and you need to learn that some boundaries are non-negotiable."

I felt my heart racing as he returned with something in his hand—a small bundle of what looked like dried plants. "These are modified nettles," he explained, his voice taking on that tone that meant business. "They'll burn, but only while they're in contact with your skin."

My stomach fluttered. "What are you going to do with them?"

"Remove your underwear," he instructed firmly.

My hands trembled as I obeyed, pushing down my shorts and stepping out of them. The cool air of the lab made me shiver. O'li's eyes were on me.

"Bend over the workbench," he said, placing his hand on my lower back to guide me into position.

I complied, my cheek pressing against the cool surface as he positioned me. The anticipation made my skin prickle. I heard the rustle of the nettles as he prepared them.

"These will go inside your underwear," he explained. "You'll wear them for fifteen minutes while you stand in the corner. No touching, no removing them until I say so."

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

The first touch of the nettles against my sensitive skin made me gasp. A sharp, burning sensation spread across my bottom as O'li carefully arranged them in my underwear. The pain was immediate and intense, but somehow not unbearable. As he pulled the fabric back up, the nettles pressed firmly against me, and I whimpered.

"Up," he commanded, helping me stand. "To the corner."

I walked carefully to my designated spot, each step making the nettles shift against my skin. The burning sensation intensified with movement, but there was something else too—a strange pleasure mingling with the pain that made my breath catch. I was hard. Painfully so.

"Position," O'li reminded me, and I assumed the familiar stance: knees slightly bent, hands behind my head, nose nearly touching the corner.

Time lost its shape in the corner defined only by my breathing and the burning on my skin. The nettles worked their way into me, each shifting moment a new measurement along their stinging. At first the pain was a shock, a hundred pinpricks blooming across the curve of my bottom, making my knees buckle and my eyes water. My mind’s first instinct was to run, to squirm, but O'li had taught me—repeatedly—that this only made it worse. So I forced myself to stillness. And yet, beneath the pain, the arousal remained. A low thread coiling deep in my belly, not entirely separate from the punishment. The pollen’s warmth kept radiating outward, making my skin extra sensitive, every brush of fabric a live wire. Each time the nettles shifted, they caught at new nerves, reawakening old ones, lighting up my body from the inside out. This hurt more than any spanking.

I kept time by the faint digital hum of the lab’s air system, by the trickling noise of water running through the irrigation lines, by the periodic clatter of glass against metal as O'li mixed solutions or weighed out nutrients. Fifteen minutes wasn't so long, but the nettles made it feel like an hour. A lifetime. My mind went blank for a while. When I came back to myself, my legs were trembling from holding the position, and my breath was coming in little gasps. The pain was everywhere and nowhere, a background hum to the urgent pressure between my legs. I wanted to touch so badly it made me dizzy, I wanted to remove the nettles, I want to move, but I held the line.

"Five more minutes," he announced, and I nodded, not daring to speak. The final minutes were the hardest. The burning had settled into a constant presence, my skin hypersensitive to every tiny shift of the nettles.

"Time," he finally said, and I nearly collapsed with relief. "Come here, pup."

I turned carefully, still feeling the sting.

"Remove them," he instructed, and I carefully pulled down my underwear, letting the nettles fall to the floor. The immediate absence of the burning sensation was a relief almost comical. I almost cummed right there.

O'li guided me to sit on a padded stool, then retrieved a cooling salve from his medical supplies. His touch was gentle as he applied it to my reddened skin, the relief wonderful.

"Better?" he asked, his thumb making small circles on my hip.

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, leaning into his touch. "I'm sorry I touched the plant without permission."

"I know, little star." His hand moved to stroke my hair. "The punishment is over now. You've taken it well."

The praise made my chest swell with warmth. I looked up at him, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. "Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy. Even when I'm bad."

His expression softened, and he pulled me into his arms. I buried my face against his chest, inhaling his familiar scent of spiced wood oil and something uniquely him.

"Especially when you're bad," he corrected, his deep voice vibrating through me. "That's when you need me most."

I nodded against him.