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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The day had turned unexpectedly hot and Amy had decided that that "Today is a swimming day, not a hiking day." and had stayed behind when Bill and the others went out on their hike.

It was just after lunch and Amy was drying off in the sun after spending time in the sweet spot between the hot springs and cooler waters from deeper in the lake. Judy and Sarah where in in beach chairs under umbrellas discussing the book that both of them had brought.

"So where did George get himself off too?" Sara asked after pausing to take a sip of her iced tea.

"Off on his daily run around the lake. I told him that it was too hot, but you know men. Actually, I think that I see him coming now..... Oh god. It looks like he is dragging some piece of dead wood. I'm sure that it will be the "perfect centerpiece" for a bonfire tonight." Judy said rolling her eyes. She loved him to death but sometimes .....

George arrived sweaty and stumbling a bit while carrying a chunk of deadwood the size of a small barrel that he dropped in front of the women. Panting he says, "Oh that was heavy, but it will burn great in a bonfire. But I need to sit down, things are spinning a bit." as he fell to his knees and started to dry retch.

"George!" Judy shouted as she and Sarah quickly went over to him.

"It's fine. It’s fine. It's just a runner's splint. I just need to catch my breath." George said while panting.

As a concerned looking Amy approached, Sarah put a hand on the back of George's neck and then moved to the front to feel his pulse. "Well, your heart is racing and you feel cold and clammy. You've got heat exhaustion at least. Let's get you out of the sun and try to keep it from turning into heat stroke. OK?"

"I'm fine, just a little winded." George protested before Judy cut him off.

"George Stanley Miller, you know better! You've seen this before and you WILL do what the doctor tells you even if I have to hog tie you. Am I clear?"

Recognizing that tone (and realizing that she was right), George gave a sheepish, "Yes, dear."

Shaking her head and muttering something about men, Sarah said "Good. Judy, let's get him to your cabin out of the sun. Amy, go to the main bedroom in my cabin. There should be two black canvas bags sitting on the dresser. Fetch them for me."

As Amy ran off to fetch the bags and the women helped George to the bedroom in the Miller cabin, Sarah added. "They're my house call bags. I did a last minute house call on the way out of town, so you lucked out otherwise, I'd be sending you to the hospital to be safe."

Setting George down on the bed, Sarah nipped over to the bathroom to grab some towels and wash cloths. "Judy, let's get him out those clothes now. This is not the time for modesty. We have to get you cooled down." she said as she started to take his shoes and socks off.

She put two towels down on the bed and had George lie on them. "Lift up." she said and then pulled his sweat pants and underwear down and off before he get out more than an "Urp". She used a small hand towel to cover his penis.

In the mean time, Judy unzipped the jacket of his track suit and pulled one arm after the other out of it. She quickly pulled his sweat soaked tee shirt off, leaving George laying naked on the bed except for a small hand towel. (One that George thought was too damned small.)

George offed a weak "Is this really necessary? I'm sure I be fine with a little rest." George tried to sit up, but the room started spinning again and he laid aback down.

"I think that you have answered your own question." Looking him straight in the eye like one of her patients who didn't want a shot, she continued. "You have heat exhaustion at a minimum. And if we don't get you cooled down it might become heat stroke. You know what those terms mean. You have seen what happens to trainees."

"OK. OK." George said, pretty sure that he was not going to like what was coming.

At that point Amy came in with Dr. Green's house call bags. Dr. Green took the bags and sent Amy off to get a fan from the living area and a couple of mixing bowls or pots filled with cool water.

She started with listening to George's heart by putting the bell of her stethoscope. She gave a little frown. His heart was pounding fast. Taking a quick pulse, it was about 125 and a little stronger that she would have liked.

She wrapped a blood pressure culf around his arm and pumped it up. Watching the needle on the guage fall as she released the pressure, she kept her face neutral. 95 over 70. Lower than she wanted.

His skin was still clammy, but it was starting to dry out and when she pinched the back of his hand it was clear that he was dehydrated.

Pulling a thermometer and Vaseline from her bad, Sarah turned back to George. "I have to get your temperature now and you're probable not going to like the kind of thermometer I have, but I need to get a core temperature, so I need you to roll over."

"Ummm do you really need to take it back there?" George asked sheepishly.

At this point, Amy who had just brought in the fan and put it on the dresser pointed at her father said, "It's just a thermometer Dad. You've had your temperature taken that way before."

"Using my own words against me Daughter?" George said.

"Yep, just like you taught me too." Amy said not giving an inch.

"Sigh. I guess I did." George said as he turned on to his to his stomach in a position he well remembered from his youth. He was careful to keep the towel in place though.

"Amy, get a couple of pots or mixing bowls filled with water." Sarah said as she checked and lubricated her rectal thermometer. After Amy left on her task, Sarah pulled the towel off of George's butt, leaving him naked.

George felt the air from the fan go across his butt as the towel was removed. He tensed a bit as he felt his butt cheeks separated and the cold thermometer against his anus.

"Just relax George. You know this won't hurt." Sarah said as she gently but firmly pushed the thermometer into George's rectum with a twisting motion. When it was two inches deep, she released his cheeks and put a hand firmly across his buttocks to hold him and the thermometer in place. After checking her watch, she pulled the towel back over his butt to give him some privacy.

George felt the cold, gooy thermometer penetrate him, followed by a firm hand on his bottom holding him in place. The feeling of the bulb poking his prostate was uncomfortable and stimulating at the same time.

Dr. Green's hand pressing down on his bottom made it clear that she was in charge. It left him feeling like he hadn't felt since his last visit to Dr. Stine's at 18, when nurse Agnes had declared that he was too stuffy for an oral reading.

Dr. Green glanced at her watch again. She was surprised that George had let himself get overheated and dehydrated. He should know better. She had decided that she need to keep control of the situation, so she held him firmly in place like she sometimes had to do with an older patient who was reluctant to have his temperature taken "back there".

After a few minutes, she lifted the towel off of George's butt and spread his cheeks again. She slowly withdrew the thermometer causing George to twitch a little. After carefully replacing the towel, she told said. "Judy, can you help him turn back over."

Wiping the thermometer and reading in the light from the window, she gave a bit of a frown and put on her "Mom face". "102.9. With that, your drying skin, and your pounding heart, you are deep into heat exhaustion and heading for heat stroke. We need to get your temperature down and get you re-hydrated. You are going do what I say or Judy and I will dump you in the cold end of the lake to cool you off. Do you understand?"

Feeling like a little boy who had been caught doing something stupid by Mom, George meekly said "Yes, ma'am."

"Good!" Indicating the wash cloths and the pots of water Amy had brought, “Judy, let's start wetting him down with damp cloths. Just enough to keep his skin damp. We want the fan to evaporate it to cool him down."

Seeing an amused, if slightly worried, Amy hovering at the entrance to the room, Sarah rummaged through her meds bag and pulled out a packet labeled "Pedialyte - Orange Flavor".

"We need to rehydrate your father. I want you to take this packet and find a pitcher. Mix it well with a quart of cold water and bring it back with a glass with a straw. Just leave it on the stand outside the door. And don't be too smug. This could have been you too young lady. Let it be a lesson to stay hydrated in the heat. Now shoo."

Then she went back to helping Judy wet down George's body. Since Judy was wiping down his chest. Sarah started on his right leg, noticing his lean but muscular runners leg. When she got to the top of his thigh, she removed the hand towel and parted his legs to expose the blood rich groin. When she casually moved his penis out of the way to get the wash cloth into his groin, it twitched and grew a little.

George turned pink when Dr. Green plucked the towel off his groin and moved his penis out of the way. He hadn't felt this embarrassed since his hernia surgery as a teen where the doctors and nurses had causally poked and prodded his body.

"I know it is embossing to be exposed like this, but we need to get your temperature down and that means using your whole body for cooling. And this is a lot better than what we would be doing if you had full blown heat stroke." Dr. Green said using the same kind but firm tone she used when her older patients got embarrassed.

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About an hour later, George was feeling much better and was half sitting up in bed, propped up on some pillows slowly sipping the last of the evil orange drink. He was still mostly naked, but he had the hand towel covering his genitals and the fan was turned down to low. Sarah, Amy, and Judy were on the other side of the room sitting and discussing some book series that he had never read but was vaguely sure that he had seen around the house.

Noting the time, Dr. Green got up and retrieved the same thermometer and Vaseline that had been used on Amy earlier that day. She had to admit that the flat design did make it easier to read, althought she wondered if it might be a bit more uncomfortable for the patients. Still she checked that the thermometer was shaken down and dipped it in the Vaseline giving the bottom half a think coat. She then went over to his right side.

"OK George, let's see if you are back near normal. Over on your side please and pull up your knees a bit." Sarah said as she held the thermometer in front of him.

George was not looking forward to another rectal temperature, but he understood the seriousness of heat illness. Plus being fussy would set a bad example for Amy. So reluctantly, he rolled over on his side, careful to keep the modesty towel in place, and pulled up his knees slightly.

Dr. Green folded up the towel to exposed George's butt while keeping his genitals covered. Using one hand she lifted his buttock to expose his anus. Placing the bulb of her greasy intruder against his anus, she paused waiting for it it relax and then pushed it gently in until half of the thermometer had disappeared into his rectum. She knew that the deep penetration could be uncomfortable (and occasionally stimulating for the boys), she wanted to make sure that she got a good core reading.

George felt the towel being lifted from his butt and Dr. Green's warm hand lift his top cheek and the cold thermometer touch him. After a few seconds, he felt the thermometer penetrate deep and finally a warm hand resting against his butt holding the thermometer and another one on his hip holding him in place.

After a few minutes, George said "I'm sorry if I haven't been the best patient. I was a little cranky from the overheating and embarrassed that I let it happen. I should know better. Still thank you for being here and helping."

"Your welcome. And it's alright, you weren't too cranky. Of course I have to deal with teenagers on a daily basis, so I might just be used to it." Sarah said with smile.

"Hey, that's not fair." Amy said indignantly.

"Yes, it is." said Dr. Sarah and Judy at the same time.

"Let's see what your temperature is." Sarah said as she bent over George and lifted his top cheek. George gave a small "Oh." from the sensation of her slowly pulling the thermometer from him.

"You can roll back over." She said after wiping a bit of excess Vaseline from his crack.

Cleaning and reading the thermometer by the light coming in through the window, Dr. Green declares "100.1. Your core temperature is back to the normal range. You can get dressed again, but I still want you to dress light and avoid any strenuous activity in the sun today and tomorrow. And drink lots of fluids. Non-alchololic fluids."

Sighing a bit, "Yes ma'am. I know the drill. I gave it to enough trainees."

Later that night, Amy was sitting by the lake looking up at the starts. She was thinking about the events of day and how her father had reacted. While he had been a little embarrassed, it was mostly embarrassment of what he had failed to do. He had not been embarrassed to be treated by Dr. Green or by the rectal temperatures. (At least not too much.)

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.