Note: I had two ideas for this chapter and I wasn't sure which I liked better, so I am posting both of them. The first half is the same so you can skip down to the "=====" divider if you have read the other version.

The morning sun is shining through the window into the little kitchen nook of the cabin that the Miller family have rented for the week. Eighteen year old Amy Miller was feeling pretty good as she spread cream cheese over the last of the blueberry bagels and started the coffee maker, a fancy new drip coffee maker.

Normally the family vacation revolved around tent camping, but Mom was still recovering from a nasty ankle sprain, so they had decided to try a cabin this year. There was about a half dozen cabins of various sizes spread out along the lake that was fed by a hot spring. They had met a couple of people her age and her folks had spent the previous evening playing Euchre under the stars with the Green couple in the next cabin over.

She loved tent camping, but she had to admit that this had it's appeal too. It was certainly nice to have a soft bed at night and this Wigomat coffee maker was great. Not to mention electricity and real toilets.

The trip had almost been canceled when she and her (sorta) brother Bill had caught a strep bug. Circumstances had forced them into an embarrassing visit to their old pediatrician and a painful dose of penicillin had put both of both of them to right. To make matters worse, Mom had agreed on checking on them "Dr. Taylor's way" until they recovered fully.

They had been well enough to be given the "privilege" of doing most of the driving (mostly to minimize her and Bill's good hearted bickering) and they were allowed to go swimming and hiking as long as they were still fever free. She was already dressed in her bikini with tee shirt over it and debating between a walk around the lake and soak near the hot springs or the reverse.

She was just finishing her coffee and thinking about scrambling an egg when she heard her mother call her name from the "master" bedroom. Slurping the last of her coffee and rinsing the mug, she walked over to her folks bedroom and stopped at the threshold.

She saw her mother sitting on the edge of the bed cleaning and reading a familiar thermometer. Her brother was standing next to her, bent over, bare assed, and pulling up his shorts.

She almost snickered and made a snarky comment, but she had just enough coffee in her to remember that: One, that had not worked out well for her the last time. And, two, she was likely to be the next one bent over with a thermometer up her butt.

"Your temperature is fine Bill. Still take it easy today. Don't push yourself."

Putting the thermometer on bed side table and reaching for a tub of Vasoline with another thermometer sticking out of it Mrs. Miller said, "OK Amy, it's your turn. Drop your bottoms and lay over my lap."

"Do we have to do it this way? It's so embarrassing. And I feel fine."

"Yes, we are doing it this way. I told Dr. Taylor that I would check your temperature HER WAY, until you were completely over this. Besides, wearing that swimsuit, you can't be too embarrassed to have your butt seen."

"MOM! There is nothing wrong with this swim suit. It's what all the girls are wearing!" Amy said indignantly.

At that moment, Mr. Miller came out of the bathroom freshly shaved and said dryly. "Your mother wasn't saying anything about your questionable fashion choices, she was just pointing out that those bottoms cover so little of your butt already, you should have no problem exposing a tiny bit more."

"It's just a thermometer Amy. You've had your temperature taken that way before. Now, do you want your mom to take your temperature or would you rather that I took it?"

Amy conceded defeat. She knew that her father wasn't bluffing. He works as a fire fighter and a paramedic and had been a medic in the army. Unlike many fathers, he was not squeamish at all about medical things. He had taken both her and Bill's rectal temperatures many times over the years. He would not hesitate to take her temperature today.

(He had been stationed at a training camp and had told them stories of trainees who had passed out in the heat from not getting enough water and earned a "silver bullet" in front of everyone. To be fair, he had also told them the hilarious story of the time he gotten his own "silver bullet" in front of his C.O.'s wife.)

She had made her protest. With the slightest of grumbles, she walked over to mom and untied her bottoms, letting them fall to the floor. Since Bill was still in the room buttoning up, she quickly draped herself across her mother's lap with her chest on the bed.

Judy Miller wasted no time in parting Amy's buttocks and placeding the well lubed bulb of the thermometer against her anus. With a steady pressure, she slid the first third or so of the thermometer into Amy's rectum. Releasing the teen's buttocks, she kept hold of the thermometer with her hand up against Amy's bottom.

As Amy laid down over her mother's lap and the bed she felt her cheeks pried apart and the insertion of the slick icy invader in her rectum. She hated this position for getting her temperature taken. It made her feel helpless and reminded her a little too much the other times she found herself over her mother's knee. Still, with her mother's hand cupping her butt, Amy settled in to wait for the mercury to rise. At least she had heard Bill leave.

After a few minutes of awkwardly discussing her plans for the day, Amy felt her mother spread her buttocks again and pull the greasy invader from her rectum. She started to get up, her mother said "Wait a minute." and Amy blushed as she felt her mother wipe the excess lubricant from her with a tissue. "You can get up now."

Trying to preserve her dignity, Amy stood up and then bent over to pick up her bikini bottoms. She shook them out and took her time putting them back on as if she wasn’t embarrassed at all.

"Well your temperature is still normal. I know you think that I am being overly protective, but I just want make sure you don't relasp. I think that we can declare you recovered."

"Finally!" Amy thinks, but says "I'm going to go down and soak by the hot springs for a while. Bill and I are going on a day hike up the trail with the Green kids around 10. Mr. Green is going with us as far as his favorite fishing spot and then we'll pick him up on the way back."

"OK. Dear, I'll leave you two a packed lunch and some snacks to take in the kitchen." Judy said.

Her father George added. "And don't forget to take the big canteen. You need to stay hydrated. And some TP."

Trying not to roll her eyes Amy said, "Yes Mom. Yes Dad." as she scooted out the door.

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After Amy and Bill had left for their swim and hike, Judy went over to the kitchenette where George was making up a late breakfast for the two of them. They sat quietly enjoying a meal of eggs, pancakes, coffee, and orange juice. When George took a drink of OJ, he winched.

"What's the matter George?" Judy asked.

"I don't know. That burned going down."

"Open up and let me look."

"You might have gotten the strep that has been going. You don't feel warm, but we can check for a fever after we finish eating."

George grumbled, but after finishing up breakfast he went into the bed room to find his shoes while Judy went rummaging through their luggage for the oral thermometer.

"Mmmm, I don't think that you are going to like this, but it looks like neither of us remembered to pack the oral thermometer. All I have are the rectal thermometers that we brought for Bill and Amy. I don't that that you want those in your mouth. So that doesn't leave a lot of choices. We could drive over to that last town we passed through to buy a thermometer. I think they had a pharmacy."

George didn't want to use a rectal thermometer, but he knew Judy wouldn't let him ignore his throat altogether. He was also ... frugal and the nearest town was quite a drive. "No, that town is at least a 20 minute drive each way with how the road twists around the mountains. And that little town might not even have a pharmacy. Sigh. I'll use what we have."

While George removed his shorts and underwear and sat on the bed, naked from the waist down, Judy grabbed the thermometer that had last been inserted in Amy's rectum. After rinsing it off under the cold water of the bathroom sink, she checked to make sure that it was shook down. Finally she popped the top off the Vaseline jar and added another hole.

Returning to the bed room with the thrermometer held like a gooy tourch, she saw her half naked husband waiting with his hand outstreched. "Ah, the two best things about George: his pragmatism and his lovely .... manhood." she thought with a mostly internal grin as she handed him the thermometer.

"Watch that grin Judy. You might be next." George grumbled good naturally as he curled on his side and reached back, trying to guide the thermometer to his anus.

"Let me help you." Judy said. She used one hand to raise his top buttock a bit and the other to guide his hand towards his anus.

George felt the thermometer touch his anus and slid the thermometer in. He inserted it about half way (like he had done with so many unlucky trainees) and then held on to it. The feeling of the bulb poking his prostate was uncomfortable and stimulating at the same time. "Tell me when 3 minutes have passed, Judy"

Judy checked her watch and stood back to watch. She noticed that George's penis had grown and stiffed a bit. Not fully, but a little. George had always responded well to her caressing his butt before and during sex. Maybe she should introduce the idea of prostate massage to him. One of her .... more adventurous friends had mentioned introducing her husband to it. Well, not on this trip, but maybe once the kids were off at college.

"It's time." Judy said and George pulled the thermometer out of his rectum and wiped it clean with the tissue he wife gave him. Holding it to the light and squinting, he said "Ha! 100.1. That's technically not quite a fever. I'm sure that I will be feeling better later."

"Mmmm. Well if you are feeling worse later, we are going to take you to a doctor."

"We could ask Sarah. She's a doctor. If I'm not feeling better later, we can ask what she thinks."

Judy was pretty sure that this would turn into "well it is too late to drive into town and try to find a doctor", but she agreed. For now. And they got dressed and went out to take a long walk around the lake.

Judy noticed that the walk was slower than normal (even taking her ankle in to consideration) and that George seemed to be flagging towards the end. Instead of insisting on firing up the grill, he suggested that maybe they should have soup and sandwiches for lunch and plopped down on the bench outside their cabin.

As they were eating lunch, Judy causally pushed the plate of chips towards George. Out of habit he grabbed one, but then winched as he swallowed. Putting a hand on his forehead, Judy declared, "You are definitely worse. Do you want to ask Sarah's opinion or do you want me to drive you into town right now?"

Figuring that it was a losing battle, but that maybe he could delay things a bit. "Fine. We will ask Dr. Green's opinion. But only if she want's to. She is on vacation and I am a little older than her normal patients."

Giving him her best no nonsense look, Judy said. "You stay here and rest, I will go see what Sarah has to say." She then went out to the lake where she had seen Sarah sitting in a beach chair reading under an umbrella.

Looking up from her book, Sarah said "You look like you are on a mission."

"Yeah, Sarah. I was wondering if I could ask for a favor, a favor from Dr. Sarah. I wouldn't want to disturb your vacation, but I need some help and I don't even know where to find a doctor in the nearest town."

"If I can. What's up? It can't be one of the kids relapsing. I saw them march off with Steve in the direction of his favorite fishing hole. The one where he never actually catches a fish."

"Oh it's a kid alright. A 42 year old little boy. I think that George has the same strep that the kids had and I need to convince him to go find a doctor in town. He has already put it off once, but he agreed to abide by your opinion."

"Well if he doesn't mind a baby doc looking at him, you may be in luck. I did a last minute house call on the way out of town, so I have my mostly stocked black bags in the cabin, so I could examine him and probably treat him. If he would agree that is. I can't go chasing him around the lake with needle." Sarah said with a chuckle.

"Oh, that would be wonderful. More than I hoped for. And he will agree. George can be .... well a man when it comes to going to the doctors, but he is pragmatic."

The two of them go to back up to the Greens' cabin to pick up Sarah's house call bags and then march back over to check on George.

As the two women entered the Miller cabin, George noticed that Sarah had a couple of black bags. He was going to complain that he had only agreed to ask her opinion, not to an exam. However, the look on his wife's face made him drop that.

"So George, Judy says that you have come down with a sore throat and you want me to see if it is the same strep the kids got." Sarah says.

George hesitates balancing peace with the wife versus being examined by a baby doc. "Ummm. Only if you don't mind. I mean, I wouldn't want to interrupt your vacation. I'm sure that it will probably go away on it's own."

George was pretty sure that he heard Sarah mutter men and a few words that he hadn't heard since his army days under her breath, but she smiled and said. "It's no problem. I even had my house call bags on me and it will be nice to treat a mature patient for a change. Now let's get you to the bed room where it'll be easier to examine you."

After decamping to the bedroom and asking a few questions about how the symptoms started, she has George open his mouth so she can shine a light in a look at his throat. "That definitely looks nasty. Might be strep. Let's see how the rest of you checks out."

"We'll start with your temperature. Judy, can you fetch your oral thermometer? I don't think that George would like the kind that I keep in my bag." Sarah said with a chuckle.

"Well, we kind of forgot to bring the oral thermometer. I only had this one because Dr. Taylor had told us to keep an eye on Bill and Amy's temperature rectally for a few days." Judy said holding up Amy's rectal thermometer and a tub of Vaseline.

Shaking her head, Sarah took the thermometer and Vaseline. "Well then I will be taking your temperature rectally. Slip your shorts down to your knees and lie face down." she told George firmly.

George turned slightly pink. He wanted to object, but both women were giving him firm "Mom stares" and he knew that he had lost control. Feeling like he hadn't since his last visit to Dr. Stine's at 18, when nurse Agnis had declared that he was too stuffy for an oral reading, George unbuckled his shorts before laying face down. He then pushed them down just enough to barely expose his butt to the two women.

"Let me help you with following the doctor's directions." Judy said as she slid George's shorts and underwear down below his knees. George blushed realizing how exposed he was.

Sarah made sure that thermometer was shaken down and then dipped it in the Vaseline. It came out with the bottom two inches covered in a slick goo. She then moved George's legs apart slightly, exposing the back of his balls and making him tense up.

"Relax. I'm sure that you had your temperature taken this way before. This will be a bit cold, but it won't hurt." She said as she bent over him and parted his muscular buttocks with one hand, exposing his anus.

George felt his cheeks parted and then the cold thermometer up against his anus. After a few seconds, his anus relaxed and he felt Sara push the thermometer deep inside of him. Again the bulb rested against his prostate and with the two women staring at his back side, he tried to think of baseball as he felt Sarah's warm hand rest against his butt holding the thermometer in place.

After a few awkward moments, George felt Sarah part his cheeks again and slowly draw the thermometer out. "You can pull'em up and sit up but leave your shorts unbuckled. Your temperature is up to .... 102.2. Let's just give you a once over to make sure that this hasn't spread and then we will see what I have to cure it."

She started by looking in each ear with her octoscope. Next she checked his nose and finally felt the lymph nodes in his throat.

"Please take your shirt off." Sarah said as got her stethoscope out of her bag.

George sat stripped to the waist while handing his tee shirt off to Judy. Dr. Green felt the lymph nodes under his arms and then put the bell of her stethoscope on the left part of his muscular chest to listen to the thumping of his heart. She noted that it was a little fast.

She then moved to his back asking him to breath in and out. She kept her right hand on his chest but moved the bell around his back, listening and feeling for any signs of inflamation.

Finally, she had him lay back down. To his chagrin, she tugged his shorts down a little bit and quickly, but systematically felt his abdomen. She ended the exam by briefly probing the lymph nodes in his groin.

Making some notes on an index card out of habit, she says. "Well, if you were in the office, I would take a culture to be sure, but it's strep and it does still seem to be limited to your throat. Your lungs are clear, ears are fine, and only the nodes in your throat are swollen."

"If we were in town with a pharmacy near by, I would have more choices, but I'm afraid, we are going to have to go with what I have in my bag." She said as she looked through what she had with her.

"I don't suppose that you have antibiotic pills in there?" George said hopefully.

"'Fraid not. I do however have some injectable penicillin that will set you to rights pretty quick." Sarah said as she set out a syringe, a couple of needles, an alcohol pad, a vial of powdered penicillin, and an ampule of lidocaine injectable

solution.

"A shot will be fine." Judy said before George could object.

George watched as Sarah broke the ampule top and drew up the ladocaine solution. As she used it to mix up the benzylpenicillin suspention he started to get a little nervous. He got even more nervous as she swapped the needle she used to draw up the medicine ith a huge one that was going into him.

"OK. This goes in your backside, so shorts off and roll over." Dr. Green said firmly in her best 'Mom voice', the one she used for reluctant patients.

George slid his shorts and underwear off, leaving him naked in front of the two women. He quickly rolled over to at least get some cover. He felt Sarah breath on his bottom as she bent over him and wiped a section of his right glute with the alcohol pad.

At that moment, Amy came in to the room, back from her hike. Her eyes wide at what she saw.

Mrs. Miller said, "Go have a seat in the living room. Your father got your strep and Dr. Green is giving him a shot."

Amy, not wanting to be anywhere near one of those no good awful needles, backed out quickly.

Ignoring the interruption, Sarah said "Try to go limp. The more you relax the less it will hurt. Big stick in 3 2 1"

Sarah firmly pressed down on George's butt to keep him from moving and then darted the needle in to the hilt. After aspirating, she said "The needle's in, but this part burns." and started pushing the thick medicine in.

George gave a little yelp as the needle went in, but kept it down since he wanted to set a good example for Amy. He grimaced as the burning spread through his butt cheek for an endless period of time, but after 30 seconds it stopped spreading and Sarah withdrew the needle and put a band aid over the wound.

"Don't roll over yet. I want to get some Tylenol into you and a suppository is going to be adsorbed the fastest." Sarah said pulling on some gloves and squirting some surgilube onto a suppository.

George wanted to grumble a little, but he was still mindful of setting a good example, so he tried to tolerate it with good cheer.

"You're going to feel my finger in your rectum. It will feel like a prostate exam." Sarah said as she pushed George's legs slightly apart.

Dr. Green paused for a moment admiring George's cute behind before using her finger and thumb to part his cheeks. She put the suppository against his anus and then pushed it in as as her finger would go. She kept her finger in his rectum for a count of 20 then slowly with drew it and used her other hand to squeeze his cheeks together for another count of 20.

Giving him a pat on the behind, Sarah snapped off her gloves and said, "You can get dressed George. I think that we got to this early enough that you should be mostly better by tomorrow. Just take it easy today and tomorrow and drink lots of water. No alcohol for a couple of days. Sorry about that."

"Judy, be sure to check his temperature or get him to do it once or twice a day until it's gone. The fever should be lower tomorrow and gone by tomorrow or the next day. Let me know if it spikes. And either get an oral thermometer from town or just do it rectally. Don't don't let him talk you into an under arm reading."

"OK. OK. I surrender." said George as he was finishing dressing. "I'll take a couple of more silver bullets. I guess it will be a good example for Amy and Bill if they complain about going to Dr. Taylor."

"Thanks for doing this on your vacation Sarah. What do I owe you for the cabin call?" George said reaching for his wallet.

"It was not a problem. It was nice to treat an older patient for a change. And I'll just charge you for the supplies. Call it 10 dollars."

Sitting in the living area, Amy had over heard most of this conversation. It made her feel a little better about going back to Dr. Taylor, if her Dad could put up with being treated by a pediatrician in a pinch. Maybe she could put up with Dr. Taylor and her rectal thermometer for a couple of more years.