After getting woken up several times this morning by my roommate in a bitch-fit, I finally got up and got moving. Since her boyfriend/not-boyfriend was at the house I decided to get the fuck out of here and went to my sister's. After we both got in the house, we sent the children into the living room and I told her I had to talk to her. I don't know what made me decide to tell her, but I went all in and started with the shock value of the welts and bruises on my posterior to start off. It actually went quite well. We talked about it and expressed our opinions on it as adults. I even found out that she has a little bit of kink to her also, so I don't feel necessarily alone about it. I believe the whole thing was cathartic, (wait, let me look that one up... yup, that works,) at least for me. She doesn't think that she would ever participate in a similar activity, and thinks it's a little weird, but she didn't judge me because of it. Later on in the evening my brother got to the house, and I ended up also telling him. He asked why I didn't invite him. I replied with, "Would you actually get whipped?" He said, "Maybe." I'm very thankful to have an open minded family. I'm not going to tell my roommate, though. Alright, goodnight everyone.