Reactions and feelings of the insertion of the rectal thermometer being inserted

When you were laying either over a person's lap, on a bed, or on an exam and having the rectal thermometer inserted into your hiney, what was your reaction and how did it feel to you?

My answer is when I was an infant, I felt something cold being inserted into me and my reaction was squirming. Some babies scream, kick, squirm, and cry as soon as the thermometer is inserted and that is what happened to me.

At ages of 3 and 4. I got used to the insertion of the thermometme because I was having fever time to time.

Members, what was your reaction and feeling of the insertion of rectal thermometer. How did it feel to you and how did you react to it.

The only rectal temperature that I remember clearly was when I had tried cheating a self-taken rectal temperature by heating the thermometer and my mother decided to take it the baby way, across her lap. She was cross and I was anxious. (Anxious for good reason: once she had withdrawn and read the thermometer, she pronounced me a liar and a cheat and spanked me.)

From very early on I realized I enjoyed the sensation of having the rectal thermometer inserted into me. I would get a pleasant tingling in my stomach and groin just at the announcement that it was time "to check you out" as my mother would say. She would go off to the bathroom and gather the yellow cased BD rectal thermometer, tissue and the big round glass jar of Vaseline and bring them into the room. I would almost always see the jar first, so later as I got older, and had the occasional oral temp, I would know it was going to get it taken in my bottom. She would tell me to "roll over and pull down your pants" and I would comply. I would then bury my head in my pillow, tilted to the side away form her so I could still breath easily. I now kind of wish I had looked at her while she was getting the thermometer ready, as that would have been a nice memory, but alas I never did as a kid. But I could feel her getting the rectal instrument ready by her movements and the sounds she would make. I would first hear the snap of the plastic case being opened, then I would feel the bed move up and down as she shook the glass thermometer's mercury down enough to get a good reading. I would next hear her unscrew the top of the Vaseline jar and at that moment I knew it was just about time for the exquisite feeling of the actual insertion. I would later find out that she was a swiper, She would swipe the round bulb of the thermometer into the jar and get a good glob of the jelly onto the end, this is why she never had to hold open my buttocks, she could see my anus and just slip the very lubricated thermometer up inside of me. The feeling was intensely good at that moment, but it would continue to build every second the thermometer stayed up inside of me while it registered my temperature. I would be lying there, eyes closed so I could concentrate on the feeling of the cool glass rod as it rested inside my rectum. My mother left it in a full five minutes in order for it to register, so the feeling built up for a long time. In time the feeling which started out as a pleasant tingle began to build up to a very enjoyable throbbing emanating from my rectum and groin. I got so used to this build up I could time how long the thermometer would be in me, the throbbing would build to such a height that just before she would pull out the thermometer to read it I would get a spasm from deep inside me, I am not sure how my mom never saw the thermometer move as I am sure It twitched noticeable. Obliviously I enjoyed my temperature being taken. Hope that answers your question.

I'll be honest. Being fully in acceptance of my anal eroticism and being experienced in it, I think I'd have a hard time noticing something as tiny as a thermometer.

I'll be honest. Being fully in acceptance of my anal eroticism and being experienced in it, I think I'd have a hard time noticing something as tiny as a thermometer.

A thermometer may be OK for humiliation but is worthless from a sensory point of view.

I don't know how you guys can somehow not feel a thermometer. Sure it's not big, but it's still in you!

This question brings up thousands of feelings, memories, fears and warm sensations. As small as the bulb tip is, it carried the weight of something much larger and memorable. It was the icon of my submission as a child and teen. Just seeing it in the holder at my pediatrician's office gave me anxious feelings and butterflies. It was all but a foregone conclusion that my mother would let the nurse know ahead of time that she preferred it taken this way. Add to that telling her it was still done this way at home. The feelings were hard to describe. I am very sensitive, but it was as much the situation, the heightened senses of being bared and exposed this way to two grown women, especially as a teen. I was typically still and quiet as I lay still for the insertion, but it effected me and at times it showed. Those moments were especially difficult for me as I was ashamed and tried my best to hide it. To no avail. The actual feeling was not painful or unpleasant, but it was compounded by the environment and situation. At home, it was a given that it would be taken this way also. I would be called into my mom's room and I would see the thermometer case and Vaseline on her night stand. She would tell me to take down my pajama bottoms and lay on the bed face down. At that moment my heart pulsed and my demeanor became very passive.

All five of us kids had pretty much the same reactions. Closing our eyes with shame, when our buttocks were separated, opening them with the initial cold insertion, followed by 5 minutes of embarressed silence.

No memories of it - or really anything - prior to age 3. I got RTs until about age 5 when she switched to oral (easier to clean I think). She would have to "shake down" the mercury ahead of time, a sound which I can still hear today and remember the anxious anticipation of what I knew was coming.

Once that part was through she would have me lean against the bathroom wall or the toilet lid with my legs apart and she would then spread my cheeks and in it would go, always caked in Vaseline. And she would hold it there the whole time. Equal parts humiliation and an eagerness for it to be over. Usually, I was more concerned with getting better from whatever was making me ill at the time.

I remember the time I had my temp took in the hospital i was I think about 8 or 10 somewhere in that range, and I didn't like the feeling of the thermometer being in me even just the insertion wasn't something I liked, but now I absolutely enjoy the feeling of it being inserted. Especially when it is sometimes inserted removed reinserted removed, and than inserted for the "reading"

I can barely feel the thermometer, which is why I don't use lube. I've had some girlfriends who were incredible when it came to "working" the thermometer, but this isn't easy to find. Many women prefer not to be involved with men who have this fetish. They assume that its' a "gay thing. " I would like to see a device that could be used with the thermometer, to give it some "wow" factor. The thing that turns me on is the image of a female taking my temp. It's kind of like enjoying the "sizzle", before eating the "steak."

My whole body would cringe everytime. its my favorite part though. along with the suppository that was inserted right afterwards normally.

I liked it but I didn't like it a different ages but for the most reason I had to put up with it because my parents restrict and rectal was in the household only we only had a rectal thermometer my parents might have had an oral one but rectal was only used on me

Whether on the exam table or over my mother’s lap, my senses would become quite acute. All sounds and smells of the exam room and hallway leading to it would amplify.

When the cool surgical jelly hit my anus I would clench as hard as I possibly could, which I’m sure caused my entire body to contort. The very moment the thermometer penetrated me, my ears would start to ring, and a lump in my throat would develop and pound with my heartbeat. My toes curling and my penis tingling would be the last things I would feel as most of my senses pretty much shut down until the thermometer got retracted. Then like a light switch, my senses would all come back to me one by one. The ringing in my ears would slowly go away after I was sat back up.

It’s really no wonder why getting my rectal temp taken had such an affect upon me.

As a young child up to about age 7, it didn’t upset me to have my temp taken, and all that I really remember is that the thermometer felt very cold going in. After that age it got progressively more embarrassing every time until finally at age 13 I was switched to oral. I would be very embarrassed lying on the table with my bare bottom in the cool or cold exam room air, waiting as the nurse prepped the thermometer, then my cheeks would be spread and I would often bury my face in my arms in shame as I felt the cold air on my anus followed by the dart like poking of the cold thermometer. As it went in, I would feel a tingle in my bottom that made my penis react.

Basically it was a boring/non-event whether it was done by the Dr.at a house call (1959+) or by my Dad if I appeared ill to see if I had a fever. P.J.bottoms and/or briefs lowered.On the bed laying across two pillows.Lubed up with a smidge of hand cream.I'd gaze at the (b&w) TV in my room for the 2-3 minutes the rectal thermometer was in. The only thing I'd feel was the momentary coldness feel when the business end of the thermometer was inserted about 1"-1.5". Have no memory of getting this done across the lap or knees but it most likely happened as a infant/toddler…

In contrast to certain members, I find the physical sensory experience INTENSE.

Starting with lowering my underwear and the cool air on my bottom, then feeling her fingers in my crack, my cheeks separated (again, the air ‘kissing’ my anus), and finally the touch of the cold thermometer on my highly sensitive hole and then the insertion into my equally sensitive anal canal. I can and have orgasmed from this alone (thermometer or gentle finger).

Dildos and buttplugs are great too, being aggressively ass-fucked, but that’s a completely different sensation for me personally

Some Zity members think that their own sexual experiences and reactions are the only possible one. Very black & white. When in fact, despite us all having bodies & brains, we each react differently and have different experiences and thus different desires.

I’ll end with a key phrase: “…in my opinion.”

When you get it over the knees u can't see what the taker is doing waiting to feel my cheeks being parted and feeling the tip of the thermometer makes me clinch up. More often than not my ex would tell me “ don't clinch” with an agravted tone in her voice