Growing up, my temperature was taken rectally with me on my stomach in bed. Mom would sit next to me, spread my buttocks and make the gentle insertion. She would make sure I stayed still for the three minutes it took for the thermometer to register. I cooperated with her and did as I was told when it was "Temperature time". One time, I was feeling out of sorts and being rather willful about not wanting my temperature taken.
Mom called me into her bedroom. I noticed the tray on her dresser. Vaseline jar, alcohol bottle, white thermometer case and tissues were all there for my temperature taking. Mom removed the thermometer and briskly shook it down and studied the instrument. "Alright, lay down on your stomach, I want to take your temperature " she said.
"I feel fine, I don't need my temperature taken" I snapped at her.
"Well I'm going to take it anyway" she informed me. "Now lay down on the bed on your stomach" she ordered in a more stern tone this time. I shook my head "no".
My mother reached for the Vaseline jar and sat down on the bed with it. She dipped the rectal thermometer into the thick lubricant. Then, she put her fingers into the waist band of my shorts and yanked them down along with my underpants in one quick motion. I was shocked and bent down to pull them back up.
Mom grabbed me and put me over her lap, bottoms up.
She gave me a swat on each cheek and then quickly spread them apart. "Hey" I yelled as the thermometer went straight up my rectum. The shorts around my ankles made "kicking " impossible and I was held snugly over her lap while she checked her watch and only removed the cool thermometer after three passes were made.
Mom noted the temperature reading and then wiped my anus with a tissue.
She stood me up and pulled up my underpants and shorts and told me to "mind her" next time or my bottom would really be spanked.
I did.