Younger brother/sister in the exam room when rectal temperature taken

I wonder if there are rectal thermometer enthusiasts who have fantasies or realities of being a teenager and having your younger brothers or sisters watching as you were having your temperature taken? There's something unique about that dynamic where a curious younger sibling is able to watch as their older sibling is spread open wide on the examination table. I can't imagine how nervous and embarrassed he/she would feel as their younger siblings were seeing their private areas displayed and the thermometer sticking in their anus.

It never bothered me one bit, it happened all the time as a kid. My brother was 2 years younger and when sick he saw me and I saw him, thermometer in butt all the time. This happened at home and at the doctor's for all exams because we went at the same time, So at home, if one was sick we usually both got temped and in the same room as we shared a room till in our teens.

Was the same thing for me. When i was young my brother saw me and i saw him with the thermometer in butt and was the same thing for the spanking

Whilst I do not recall seeing my older sister at the doctors office with a thermometer protruding from her bottom I do understand the premise.

I was always curious to observe her being examined culminating in seeing the frog leg position as dr examined her vulva/ vagina externally.

My young brother is 3 years younger it never bothered me. When he saw my temp being take rectally

at the doctor I got to see him get his temp taken rectally at the doctor. We went at the same time

to the doctor.

I remember that happening at home. I remember around age 10, I got sick the night before we were supposed to leave on a vacation, and we weren’t sure if we could still go. My mom, dad, and younger sister were all in my room, discussing what to do. My mom announced she was going to take my temperature, and went to get the thermometer, and get it ready. My dad and sister stayed where they were. Mom came back in my room with a thermometer that a blob of Vaseline, on the bulb. I assumed my dad would suggest they step out of the room, but he didn’t. Mom told me to lay down, and I obediently turned over on my tummy. With all three of them standing at the foot of my bed, mom pulled down my pj bottoms, spread my cheeks, and slid in the thermometer. They all had a clear view of the thermometer going in. There was an awkward five minutes while we waited for it to register, while all three of them watched.