Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Veruca was at home with her parents nagging and complaining. As soon as she heard about Willy Wonka's golden ticket, she just had to have one. She had everything a child could ever want. But Veruca was the type of child that was never satisfied. She could have all the toys, games, gadgets or pets in the world and still want more. But all that was about to change.

Veruca and her parents were in the living room of their rich home. Mr. Salt was standing up while Mrs. Salt was sitting on a chair across from him.

Veruca was standing up, facing her parents. "Mommy! Daddy! Where's my golden ticket! I want my golden ticket!" demanded Veruca with her hands on her hips.

"Veruca, you're not getting a golden ticket." said her father looking her into the eye.

"But I want it!" she asserted with a pouty face.

"Veruca! You're not getting a golden ticket and that's final!" he said more sternly holding up his finger.

"Daddy! I want my golden ticket! And I want it now!" she demanded stomping her foot.

Mrs. Salt looked at Veruca like she has gone crazy. And she has…..or almost.

Mr. Salt sighed and said, "Very well, you leave me no choice." He went and pulled up another executive chair in their living room and sat down.

Veruca then felt satisfied. She knew after all the nagging and complaining she normally did would get the job done. Veruca was going to get that golden ticket if she had to scream on top of her lungs. She smiled and crossed her arms.

"Give me your hand darling." said Mr. Salt holding out his hand.

Knowing that her father was going to hand her the golden ticket, Veruca gave him her hand.

As soon as he had Veruca's hand, he yanked her towards him. He laid her along his lap and opened his hand big and wide.

"Daddy what are you doing?" said Veruca looking confused. Before she knew it, Veruca felt a hard slap on her butt. She had never been spanked before, so it hurt really bad. "Ow daddy! That hurts!...stop!" she cried.

But her father just kept on smacking her butt even though she was used to getting her way. He didn't do it out of anger but hard enough to teach her a lesson.

Mr. Salt paddled faster, making Veruca experience pain in a way she never had before.

"Daddy!...stop!...owwww!...stop it daddy!...mommy!" Veruca's eyes got really watery and tears began to run down her face. She looked at her mother for comfort but Mrs. Salt didn't do anything.

The more her father paddled, the more Veruca kicked and screamed.

Mrs. Salt didn't do anything about it. She sat on the chair next to them and watched with enjoyment because Veruca was such a brat after all. But still, she was her daughter and didn't want her to get abused.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson to respect your parents Veruca!" said her father beginning to hit her harder.

When the spanking got harder, Veruca decided to do something to get her father to stop. "Daddy stop! You're hurting me!... daddy!...please!...stop!"

But he wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. He wanted to make sure she learned her lesson.

"Please daddy!...(sniffs)…..I'm sorry!...please stop!...please!" Veruca begged.

Mr. Salt gave her a few more slaps before he finally ceased and let her back up.

By this time, Veruca felt embarrassed in front of her parents and had a puffy face with a sore butt. She rubbed her butt to ease the pain.

Her father looked his daughter in the eyes once again and said, "Now Vercua, I told you you're not getting a golden ticket. And that's final. Now go to your room and clean up!" he demanded.

Veruca sniffed and quickly nodded her head. "Yes daddy!"

Both parents watched Veruca run to her room.

"I finally handled that little brat." said Mr. Salt feeling accomplished.