Her Childhood - sort of

The last line of her father only rang in her mind for a couple of seconds before the darkness surrounded her. However, that faded quickly as well and soon morphed into something she couldn't make out at first. The only thing she could make out is that her perspective was different, she seemed even smaller than before. Carefully, Coco rubbed her eyes and the room before her became clearer.

The room was her bedroom, yet everything looked different. For starters, the room was held entirely in pink wall paint. In the corner was a bed that looked a lot smaller and it still had a baby mobile dangling over it. The wall above her bed was covered amateurishly with Barbie and Frozen posters. Her bed sheets were pink and the bed was covered in a lot of stuffed animals all tucked tidily under her Hello Kitty blanket or sat on the matching pillow. Across, on the other side of the room was a small desk with a microscope on it, the kit read "Babies First Biology Kit". Across the floor were a lot of different puppets rounded up in a circle looking like they were having a tea party. Beside that laid a tiny stethoscope, a lab coat, lots of crayons and paper.

Coco felt weirdly at home in this room. Well, of course she did. It was basically her childhood room except it was a lot more girlier. She was still standing in the middle of her room when she heard her father clear his throat.

"Natascha! I told you to clean your room up" - "But Daddy...Your room always looks messy too." - "No arguing, princess or Daddy has to punish you"

Coco crossed her arms and blew a strain of her out of her face "NO! I don't wanna clean up, Daddy"

Her father sighed softly and got down on his knees before sitting cross-legged, patting his lap. "Last chance, clean your room or Daddy has to show you what happens to little girls that don't do what they are told"

Coco walked towards him and then passed him to grab her stethoscope. _"I am going to play doctor now, Daddy" _she announced confidently.

"Why is it always the hard way with you since Mom left?" her father sighed almost sad. She couldn't react as quickly as she found herself laying in her fathers lap, her pyjama pants lowered underneath her buttocks. His hand quickly came down 5 times on each cheek before he dressed her back up and stood her up in front of him.

Coco was sobbing softly. She couldn't believe that her father would do that. He threatened her with spankings a couple of times but he never did it. She still had to look up at her father and was obviously shocked and confused and trying not to cry.

Her father leaned forward and kissed her forehead, his voice sounded soft and almost as if he was sobbing himself. "Look Coco, I am sorry I had to do this, but sometimes Daddies have to punish their princesses because the don't behave like good girls should. I never want to do that again, princess, but I will if I have to, even if it hurts me"

Coco was wiping her tears from her cheeks with the back of her hands before she nodded softly. Somehow it seemed plausible to her, that it was her own fault. She slowly stepped in between his legs and hugged him hard. "I am sorry, Daddy" she whispered "I'll be a good princess from now on".

Her father got up and tousled her hair with a smile "There is my princess. Now, be a good little girl, clean up your room and get in bed. When you are done, I'll read you a bed time story"

Coco did as she was told and when everything was back in order, she climbed into her bed, tucked herself in and waited for her father to come read her a bedtime story. Which is when she woke up. The sun shining bright into her face, so she rolled on her side and realized that her room was back to normal. It felt like a relief at first, but she also felt sad that she wasn't that little girl anymore. Even though she and her father were still close, it wasn't similar to when she was a little girl anymore.

There was a soft knock on the door and almost immediately her father pushed it open to walk up to her, sitting on the side of the bed and then brush through her hair. "Hey little princess, feeling better? Had a nice dream?"