The first girl to take my rectal temperature was a babysitter who looked after me when my parents were at work.
I was about eight years old, she was about twenty, she was a student.
She was blonde, with beautiful long hair, her name was Jennifer, but we called her Jenny. One afternoon I came home from playing in the park with my neighbor friends and she, placing her hand on my forehead, said that I seemed warm to her.
She then said that she would take her temperature and wait for her in the room. I was already sure that she would take the temperature in my butt and I waited with a mix of sensations: shame, instinct of rebellion, but also curiosity, pleasure.
Jenny returned with the thermometer and a tube of skin cream that she had found in the bathroom and, showing it to me, she said, smiling at me, "so she won't bother you."
I enjoyed that sweet smile of hers and tried in vain to ask if she could put the thermometer under my armpit or under my tongue or, otherwise, in my groin, but she replied that the most accurate temperature was the one taken in my bottom and that I had to have patience and be a good little boy. Her sweetness took away any desire to oppose me and I understood that I wanted to obey.
Jenny was wearing a denim miniskirt and thin, light stockings.
He sat down on the sofa and ordered me to come closer to her. I obeyed and, coming close to her, she undid my shorts and lowered them to her knees, then, immediately afterwards, she lowered my underwear to her mid-thigh.
She pointed to her lap and, still very sweet and smiling, she explained to me that I had to lie on my stomach on her legs.
I obeyed without a word and lay down. She gave me a few light caresses on my buttocks, explaining again that all this was necessary to know if I had a fever and how high it was and that I had to stay calm and still for the time of the measurement.
Then I heard her open the tube of skin cream and, immediately after, I felt her finger spreading the cold substance on my little hole. I jumped, and she told me again not to be afraid and to stay calm.
Shortly thereafter Jenny said that she was going to insert the thermometer, which she would do gently and I wouldn't feel any pain, because she knew how to do it. And so she did, she was careful and very delicate: the very cold bulb of the thermometer slipped slowly but completely into my hole and, while Jenny proceeded with the insertion, I, as a spontaneous reaction, forcefully embraced her thighs on which I was lying face down. . She smiled and told me that I was a very good and nice child and that from that moment the temperature measurement time began and that it was normally five minutes, but she, for greater certainty of the result, would keep the thermometer on me for seven minutes. She added that we wouldn't be bored anyway, because we were friends and we were good together. Jenny held the thermometer inserted into my hole with one hand while she kept her other hand resting on my buttock and, every now and then, she moved it to slowly caress me.
In that moment, with the thermometer inserted, sweet Jenny's hand holding the thermometer, her other hand caressing me and me embracing her smooth, stocking-sheathed thighs, I realized I was happier than I had ever been before. . after a while she said that she would have time Jenny told me that she would rotate the thermometer to see how much the mercury line was rising and so she did. I felt the glass slowly turn in my little hole and Jenny announced to me that I actually had a bit of a fever, but not too high.
She then added that the seven minutes had passed and that it was time to remove the thermometer and read the final result. I couldn't help myself and told her I was sorry it was over. Jenny laughed heartily and said that, if I wanted, she could keep the thermometer inserted for another three minutes, so as to reach ten. I told her I wanted it and so it happened.
Then, after three more minutes, which lasted too little for me anyway, she took the thermometer away from me, read me the result and gave me permission to get up and pull up my shorts and underwear.
Jenny told me that I was the best child she had ever babysat, that she had fun with me and that she hoped to look after me again and that, if I wanted, every time she came home she would take my temperature lying on her lap. for as long as I wanted.