One time, growing up, I had a temper tantrum and my mother warned me several times to calm down. Finally she got my dad and he walked over to me. He went down on one knee, in front of me, and before I knew it - he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me up stairs. Mom followed behind us and went into the master bathroom.
I was put face down in the bed,still crying and yelling into the pillow. Mom walked into my bedroom, sat down on the bed next to me and pulled down my shorts and underpants. I thought I was going to be spanked and braced for one. That's not what I got, though.
I felt my mother part my buttocks and then gently slide her thermometer in my rectum. She released my buttocks and they closed around the cool glass. She pressed her hand down on my upturned bottom to keep me still and kept me there until I "calmed down". It worked. The sensations in me tingling rear distracted me and soon I was calm and collected.
Any other members had a rectal temperature taken to "calm them down".