This might be a bit sophomoric but

Among all this talk about 50 shades, I came across the name of an a writer who SHOULD have authored the book: Katherine Heiny. Yes, that is her real name.

http://www.amazon.com/Katherine-Heiny/e/B00MK9VQN4. I haven't read her book of short stories, but it received some decent reviews. No spanking in the stories, though.

Though it's not the way I normally spell it (Hiney), I am only sorry that I didn't think of using it as MY pen name for spanking stories. Then again, it might have been too obvious.

Truth is stranger then fiction, huh?

Sometimes it seems like our names determine our lives, sort of like how your phone number works in "Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy".

I once had a dentist by the name of Dr. Toothman. My area also once had a prominent doctor who was known by his first name, so he was "Dr. Dick". You guessed it! He was a urologist, "Dr. Dick the dick doctor".

A friend of mine once used to see a Dr who had the surname of Quack, as he was Asian I think it was spelled Quach, but it was pronounced as quack.

I used to go to a Dr. Payne.

Long as it's not Dr. Dye.

There was a teacher at one of my schools called Miss Kane -- and it was in the era when she might well have done!

I used to live in an area that had a radio station which ran commercials for Heiny Wines. Or it may have been spelled Hiney. I never heard the spelling of the name just the way it was pronounced. I do know they made much of the way the name of their wine was similar the slang for buttocks. One of their commercials went something like, "Some of you have asked how you can keep your Hiney cool when you're out on the lake on a hot day. Just tie a rope to your Hiney and lower it into the lake. That will keep your Hiney cool all day."

Hiney wines were gag commercials. Some of the radio stations in San Diego would play them during the overnight shows. I did like the one that told you to "run down to the local market and grab some Hiney"

He he he... I needed a good chuckle this morning. Thanks everyone! And to add my 2cents. I had a friend who's dad was a dentist. Dr. Payne is a dentist I refused to go to.

Not real life, but in a Seinfeld episode, Kramer goes to the Dept of Motor Vehicles, and erroneously receives personalized license plates which turn out to belong to a proctologist. The plates read: ASSMAN.