Surprise rectal temperature

My most surprising rectal temperature was at the age of 5. I'd had a sore throat and our family doctor came by in the evening. I was already just wearing my tidy whities. After examining my ears and throat with his otoscope and its light and feeling for cervical lymph nodes, he told me to turn around and bend over. I was caught by surprise and was afraid mostly I was about to get a penicillin shot. Suddenly my underwear was pulled down but instead of the sharp pain of a needle followed by that terrible, deep ache of CR Bicillin I felt my bottom cheeks being spread. Next came the cold feeling of a rectal thermometer being inserted into my behind --a feeling I knew all too well. The doctor told me to stand up and he pulled up my shorts, clearly to hold the thermometer inside my little fanny . I just stood there for what felt like longer than it was I'm sure. Finally he tugged my shorts down and I felt the thermometer being slid out of my bottom. He pronounced my temperature normal and instead of the dreaded penicillin shot he wrote out a prescription. All's well that ends well

How many of you have ever received a rectal thermometer that came as a complete unexpected surprise to you until you actually felt it being administered. Obviously you would have had to be nude in a position to receive it, but might have been expecting something else to be done!

When I was maybe six or seven my mom took me to the doctor because of a sore throat. The nurse didn't think she was getting a accurate temperature with the thermometer in my mouth. I heard my mom telling me to come over and lay across her knees. I apparently refused, My mom took a hold of me and placed me across her knee's. I can remember my mom telling me to stop squirming around, I would break the thermometer. The nurse took a hold of my pants and underwear and pulled them down with one quick yank. Next thing I remember was the feeling of the cold glass rod of the thermometer being pushed up my butt. Then the nurses hand laying across my buttcheeks to keep me from pushing the thermometer out. With the thermometer finally removed I was allowed to stand up. I can remember looking down and seeing my penis sticking straight out. This whole experience was a surprise for me, getting my temperature taken rectally, to my first erection none of this was expected it was all a complete surprise.

On the topic I had one recently. I wrote of this before. I asked my masseuse to take my temperature, told her the route I preferred was rectal. Very much to my surprise she obliged by taking it rectally. That I didn’t expect, so yes it was a surprise!

Hmm, I'll have to remember to inquire about that extra service, thanks!

Yeah when I was at the doctor's not long ago everything went well till the doctor said okay I think we need to check your rectal temperature and I look at her with eyes like really.

I ended up in the ER one night with a chest pains scare. For some reason I never figured out why, they said they needed to take my rectal temperature for a blood gases draw. It caught me off guard, and I was so nervous I didn't bother to ask questions. I was in only my underwear under a gown in the exam room. A CNA came to my room and had me roll onto my side. She pulled my boxers down in the back. Next thing I knew, I felt two fingers part my cheeks and a slippery cold sensation going up my butthole. I gasped and winced, the nurse said "I know honey, it's uncomfortable but necessary." The sensor beeped and she took it out, saying my temperature was a normal 99.8F. She wiped KY out of crack and pulled my boxers up about two split seconds before the phlebotomist barged in to do my blood draw. She was drop dead gorgeous too. That would've been so embarrassing if she'd came in a minute sooner and seen me with a temperature probe up my butt. When she did the blood gases draw, she put a thick looking needle deep into a vein in my wrist.......that hurts like fuck! It really pinched, and felt like it hit a nerve in my whole arm. The determined nothing was wrong with my heart, just the ravages of stress and too much caffeine.

About 50 years ago, when I was 14, I was on a Boy Scout camping trip. Several older boys was playing around and fell on a bunk. The wooden floor broke under the bunk, and the leg of the bunk went through the floor. My leg was next to the leg. Because of this, I received a very bad cut on my leg. They sent me to the nurse station, who cleaned and bandaged the wound. The nurse thought a doctor should take a look at the wound. The leader called my mom and told her what happened, and she gave her the okay to allow the leader to take me. The nurse started to call around to find a doctor. Ir was late in the day and we was out in nowhere The nurse finally found a pediatrician who will see me. The leader took me there. It was a small office, and no one was there except us. I was late in the day, and I think the office stayed open late for me. The secretary also called my parents to check if the leader could ok my treatment if needed. After a while, a nurse ( I think she was in her 40s) called us back. The nurse asked me to take my shirt and shoes off. I was allowed to keep my pants on because I was wearing shorts. She took my vitals (blood pressure, weight etc.). No temperature was taken. The doctor came in (A male who I think was in his 50s) . The doctor did a quick physical. (Listen to heart, lung. Etc. nothing embarrassing ). The doctor then removed the bandage from my legs. He said I needed stitches. He gave me 8 injections in the leg next to the wound, and I received over 50 stitches; it was a bad cut. The doctor recommended that I get a tetanus immune globulin and a penicillin shot. But he could not give me the shot without first checking my temperature. However, since almost all of his patients were babies and younger children under 12 , he had only rectal thermometers. This is a probability why the nurse did not take my temperature earlier. The leader said ok and left the room and waited in the lobby. The nurse grabbed the thermometer and Vaseline. Remember, the only thing that I still had on was my shorts, which the nurse asked me to take them off and roll over on my stomach while she shake the thermometer and put the Vaseline on it . I did what I was told and now I was completely naked. Back then, they did not care about the modesty of children. She put the Vaseline on the thermometer and spread my butt check and inserted the thermometer. I grasped from the cold feeling of the thermometer when she inserted it. It had been a long time since my temperature was taken rectal. I started to get an erection because of feeling the thermometer in me and the nurse had her hands on my butt for the full 5 minutes. I was also scared because the nurse left the door open (Back then, they did not care about the modesty of children), and I could see another nurse preparing the shots. The other nurse, the secretary, and another lady entered the room. The nurse who took my temperature started to rub alcohol on my butt. The secretary and the other lady held me down. Then each nurse stuck the big needles in my ass. One in each cheek. I scream as they inject both medication in my ass at the same time It took about a minute and burn like hell. After it was done, everyone left except the nurse who took my temperature. She said I can put my clothes back on. The doctor and the leader came back in. The doctor said someone should look at the wound in about 14 days. We left and My butt hurts for days

I would bet that there are surprise rectal l temperatures being taken at every marathon medical tent to check for heat exhaustion.

I wasn’t sure if I should put this in the surprise rectal temp or the switched back thread, but since it was a one time thing, I am going with surprise.

I grew up in the 70s and 80s and got rectal temps at home and at the pediatrician until around school age, 5 or 6. I also spend a lot of time in hospitals, but they didn’t get the “only rectal temps on peds ward” memo. They used glass and mercury rectal thermometers until around age 6 or 7 and then switched to the disposable flat temp-dot oral thermometers. So I would have had my last rectal temperature around 6 or 7. Or so I thought.

Flash forward a few years when I was somewhere in the 10 to 12 age range. I was in the hospital for an orthopedic surgery and they started out taking my temperature orally. After the surgery, they brought me back to my room and a couple of nurses moved me from the gurney to my bed, propping my left leg up on some pillows. I wasn’t wearing anything but one of those hospital johnnies and not under sheets or anything.

As soon as they remove the gurney, my nurse steps up to my bed and flips me up onto my left side so that both my legs are up on the pillows and my butt is hanging out. I then feel her slide the rectal thermometer into my rectum with the bulb end resting against my prostate and her hand up against my butt. Between the two, I got an erection (my first from a rectal thermometer) but the gown hid it or she ignored it.

I was pretty stunned. I could not remember having a rectal thermometer put in me in years. Certainly not without any warning. I stammered out a “what’s going on” and the nurse just replied something like “It’s hospital policy.” and I just kind of laid there for the 3 or 4 minutes until she pulled the thermometer out of my bottom and rolled be back down. I was quick to get some underwear to put on after that.

I wasn’t humiliated or anything, just surprised because it came out of the blue. (Maybe a little embarrassed to have it done in front of my Mom.) It was just another thing that happened in the hospital. I do think that it may have contributed to my love of rectal temps though.

Sadly that was the only rectal temp I got that stay. The next temp was back to the oral temp-dot. Her mention of “hospital policy” makes me wonder if there were other rectal temps, like back in the recovery room, that I just didn’t remember because of the drugs or because they just didn’t stand out like that one.

There were a couple of other times when I thought that I was going to get a rectal temp, but I didn’t. When I was 12 or 13 I was in for another surgery, but was running a fever on the day of. There were two sections to the peds floor one for adolescents and one of the younger kids. I had graduated to the adolescent section, but my nurse went to get a glass and mercury thermometer from the other section because they were more accurate. It was in the original packaging and was clearly labeled as rectal. I though that she might ask me to roll over, but sadly she used it orally on me. I wish that I would have asked “Is that the kind that goes in your butt” when I saw the rectal label, but sadly I didn’t.

I have shared this anecdote elsewhere on Zity so apologies if it is repetitive for some. But it also seems relevant to this thread about surprise rectal temperatures.

I got sick one day when I was about 11 or 12 and stayed home from school. As I recall, it was some kind of sinus infection, and my mother needed to take my temperature before calling the doctor’s office.

It had already been several years since Mom had switched me to oral temperatures. That earlier transition, which occurred when I was 5 or 6, had marked the onset of my lifelong passion for rectal temperatures. Unlike my friends and siblings, I had never objected to rectal temps and indeed resisted the transition to oral. I knew it was infantile, but I enjoyed being treated like a baby and appreciated those quiet moments of intimacy with my mother. And I definitely didn’t enjoy the smell or feel of the sharp, pointy-tipped oral thermometer in my mouth. So, I was never keen on oral temps and tried many times (always without success) to “sabotage” the readings when I was sick, for example by coughing or drinking cold water just before the procedure. My hope was always to get Mom to determine she needed to use the “baby” thermometer again.

It was in that context that I waited that day in my bedroom for Mom to arrive for the dreaded oral temperature. But to my surprise, she announced that she had broken (or maybe lost) the oral thermometer and didn’t have time to go to the pharmacy. As a result, she would exceptionally have to take my temperature in my rectum. Knowing by that age that my longstanding craving had sexual connotations, and in order to hide my true emotions, I made a face pretending to be displeased. But inside, I was secretly thrilled at this turn of events.

My heart was pounding when Mom came back into my bedroom. She had already prepared the thermometer, and the stubby tip was covered with a large dollop of Vaseline. She had me roll over onto my stomach. (I don’t remember if she said “tummy”, but that word has long been a trigger for me, so it’s possible.) She lowered my pyjama pants and briefs just enough to bare my buttocks. I honestly wouldn’t have minded getting completely naked but was of course too ashamed to propose that. With a swift motion that reflected her long experience (I was child number 4, so she had taken many temperatures!), Mom spread my buttocks and deftly inserted the cool rod, which I felt slide deep inside me. Having mistaken my earlier pouting for embarrassment, she quickly pulled up the sheets to give me privacy and left me alone with the thermometer protruding from my bottom.

Then came the second surprise. Mom was apparently not so sensitive to my modesty after all, because she mentioned what was happening to my little sister, who, at that time, would have been just about at the preschool “transition” age and thus well aware that rectal temperatures were for babies and small children. My sister came into the bedroom with a smirk on her face and stayed with me the whole time that the thermometer registered. She couldn’t see my bare bottom but was obviously relishing the ignominy of her big brother’s situation. For me, the incident was humiliating and titillating at the same time. It left a deep impression on me, fuelling many of my future fantasies.

Mom purchased a new oral thermometer later in the day, so my adventure never got repeated. To this day, I still wonder whether she would have continued with the rectal thermometer if I had shown more receptiveness on that occasion. One of my life’s many regrets!

I came close once when I was 12. I had gotten my temp taken rectally at home until around age 10, and gotten switched to oral, but often had a hard time with it. While I was too embarrassed to ask to be switched back to rectal, I assumed that at some point my mom would decide to go back to it out of frustration, which sadly didn’t happen. I was sick at home once, and was left home alone, because my mom was working. My throat began swelling shut, and I had trouble breathing. I eventually fell asleep, and when my mom got home from work, she recognized the symptoms. She called my pediatrician, whose office was closed, and he met us at his office. I clearly had a fairly high fever, and was flushed. He took my temperature orally, and according to the thermometer, my temperature was normal, which he didn’t believe. He said if he were to take it rectally, I would definitely have a fever. There was a rectal thermometer on the counter of every room, and I assumed his next words would be telling me to turn over. My RT fetish was already in place by then, and I felt a rush of adrenaline when he said that, but I think because he was more concerned about my breathing, getting an accurate temp was lower on his priority list, so he left it at that, and gave me a shot of epinephrine instead. I think if he had had a nurse there to help, he probdbly would have asked her to get an RT.

I've never had a real doctor in a real setting take my rectal temperature; though one day we did ask the nurses in the ER if they would take mine to really ensure I had no fever. They declined due to the fact that I presented no other visible or notable symptoms that seemed urgent enough to do as such. 🤷‍♀️

My Anthony and I, when planning for a play exam, however, try to expand our horizons with new stories or scenes. In one particular scene, I am on my stomach and my legs are spread. Though not a surprise that I will receive a rectal thermometer checking, I lie there, anticipating the insertion of the thermometer. After about 5-7 seconds, I look behind me curiously, and as I do, the doctor then slides the well-lubed thermometer deep into my rectum. It's a delicious moment when it's done right! 😉🌡 I usually let out a slight moan (though bashfully as the doctor may hear my excitement.)

Another scene, I am in the "waiting room," wearing some kind of attire where, when I sit in the chair and put my naughty feet on the chair, the doctor, upon enterting the room, can see my goods between my legs (though I am completely unaware so much is showing, of course. 🤭) The sight of me excites the professional doctor, though I've no clue because these are simply his thoughts, and as his mind reels, he tells me he needs to check my temperature. I open my mouth wide in anticipation but he tells me that's not the kind of temperature taking he's talking about! I protest slightly because I don't see how that is necessary 🙄 but he insists, especially if I want to 'pass' my examination.

I had never had a rectal temp at home or in a medical setting after age five, and never expected to have one again. Fast forward to my early twenties, and I was visiting a girlfriend who was finishing her degree in nursing. This was the late 70’s, when they had only two types of glass mercury thermometers, oral and rectal. I ended up with the sniffles, and to my surprise, she entered the room with a rectal thermometer, and a jar of Vaseline. I was at a loss for words, and based on painful memories from the past, was hesitant to give in. She was very gentle, and I was surprised how good it felt. It turned out that I had a fever.

Yes , I had just turned 15 early 80’s I had a virus nauseated vomiting it was on a Saturday Doctor’s office was closed mom took me to the emergency room. They called me back we went into a room the nurse had me undress down to my underwear and socks gave me a hospital gown to. But on . She gave me a pad to vomit in. One nurse took my blood pressure the other ask mom questions about when it started if I had taking medication if I had been running a fever. Another nurse walked in holding a thermometer said let get your temperature she said get you to turn over onto your stomach I looked at mom. She was still talking to the other nurse. I was sick so I did it was embarrassing laying there like a baby with a thermometer sticking out of my butt. I got a IV for dehydration a shot for nausea. The Doctor said it would probably take a couple days to fully get over it . He prescribed phenergan suppositories. Mom gave me a couple of them .

I only remember one surprise RT and it happened when I had wisdom teeth removed at the hospital. I had 6 impacted wisdom teeth that couldn’t be done at the dentists office and I was given general anesthesia. When I woke up in the recovery room the nurse stuck a thermometer in my butt. I was in high school then. They actually sent me home with a B-D Rectal Thermometer Kit in a plastic box which my mom put in the medicine cabinet.

My first adult rectal temp was quite a surprise. It was the first year I was married. I came home from work one day feeling really crappy, so I changed into some sweats and plopped on the couch. When my wife came home from work and asked how I was feeling which I replied...crappy! She said that I didn't look so good and that we should take my temp. She went into the bathroom and came back out with with the thermometer and a jar of vaseline. I was quite surprised!! She said don't look so surprised, you said this was how you got it as a kid so pull down those sweat pants and roll over! I was speechless and also had flash backs along with a little tingle in my stomach. She again said come on pull em down! I did and as she said and turned over. She popped the lid on the vaseline and lubed up the thermometer. She reched down and pulled my sweats a little lower and pushed up my shirt. I felt her spread my cheeks and said...ok ready, just relax. My heart was kinda racing...then she just slid it in. Wow did it feel good! She giggled and made a few comments like...well look at that and what a cute little butt.

My biggest surprise rectal temperature was when my friend took mine for the first time a few years ago. I've been fascinated with getting my rectal temperature taken & I found out a friend of mine has the same type of obsession. Hers is taking rectal temperatures. In conversation, I had told her about what happened to me when I was a child & how the nurse manhandled me in order for her to take mine. Later as I was getting ready to leave, I couldn't find my car keys. What I didn't realize was that she took them & told me the only way for me to get them back was to submit for a rectal temperature check. I thought she was kidding until I saw her preparing the thermometer as she opened the jar of vaseline. She grabbed me & pulled me over her lap. In one hand she pulled my pants down & in the other hand in went the thermometer. I couldn't believe it. After making sure I didn't have a temperature, I was able to finally get my car keys back. Now, every time I go over her house, I know the only way I'm able to leave is after my temperature is checked. Score!