Announcing your temperature

Does anyone else have ever feel embarrassed or nervous at the end of the procedure when the thermometer was withdrawn and read? I clearly remember seeing my mom, my aunt or the nurse holding the thermometer carefully to the light and reading it. They then would announce my temperature. Something about it felt particularly embarrassing. The thermometer had just invaded my rectum and had yielded this information about my body. I had no control. I was always afraid it would be high which would mean the doctor might give me a shot. I remember one time in particular my aunt taking my rectal temp and withdrawing the thermometer and me having a temp of 102. She was very concerned so took me home where my mother verified the reading. I never understood why I needed a second check but mom said she wasn’t sure my aunt inserted the thermometer far enough into my rectum and she worried my temp could be higher. I remember crying thinking “it’s really going in deep this time.”my temp was 102 and I went to the pediatrician where it was bottoms up again for a third reading that day!

I was never nervous about my reading. I do remember one time when my mom took my rectal temperature and the reading was 104. My mom told me to get dressed and she called a friend to ride with me and my mom to the ER. I do remember getting a shot and screaming.

After an oral temperature, my read the reading and it was 101.4 and she gave me some children's meds and my fever started to go down slowly.

My embarrassment started the minute mom felt my forehead. that meant that, within the next five minutes I'd be on my tummy on the bed, pants down, bare bottoms up, for her thermometer. Yes, I was a bit nervous when mom took it out. If i had a fever, I would be back in that shameful position in a few more hours!

I can relate. My mother would announce she wanted to take my temperature. I would wait for three minutes with a slick and tingling bottom. Then mom would withdraw the thermometer, wipe it with alcohol and ring the doctor's office. She would then speak to the doctor's nurse on the other end. "Hello, yes, I took it like the doctor asked. Yes, Tommy has a rectal temperature of 101.2" or whatever the temperature happened to be. I lay there knowing she knew "where " it was taken and it was always embarrassing. She would then ask for the doctor to come over and when he arrived it would be taken rectally again.

My only concern about having my rectal temp taken apart from the embarrassment of the thermometer being put in my bum like I'm a baby!

My main worry is if it is being taken to tell if I am well enough to take a spanking !

So aswell as having the thermometer put in my bum I am also waiting with baited breath to see if my temperature check is gonna be followed by a spanking!

It is always embarrassing for me if it had been a long time since it was taken rectally. However, it got less and less shameful, as it was taken more and more. Anyone who has been in a hospital where rectal temps were taken can attest to this!

When my temperature was taken at home, mom would always tell me what it was. If it was elevated I knew one of two things were going to happen. Either a suppository or an enema or both.

Announcing my temperature was not a big deal for me, but I was always adraid a suppository would have followed.

My mother would give me the thermometer for me to insert in my rear under bed covers, but would always come back to read it herself until I was as teenager. The announcement separated "illness" (defined as temperature above 38 Celsius) from "not so sick" (below), the second meaning that I had to go to school.

Mine was always read out loud once the thermometer had registered. I don't remember associating it with embarrassment, though there were definitely times where I hoped the reading would indicate a fever so that I could stay home.

The ritual after my mom removed the thermomter was literally the same as davocea stated. My mom was holding the thermometer up and red out the result loud. I didn‘t feel embarrassed at that moment but I always was pretty nervous of the result. As having a fever would mean that I had to stay at home and was not allowed to go outside and play with my friends. Which was extremlly boring. And of corse it would mean that mom was going to check my temperature again until I had normal temperature. She normally took my temperature at least three times a day. I didn‘t really like it. So getting sick wasn‘t kind of a fun thing. The other fear when the result was announced especially after the measurement before going to sleep was that the result would be too high. That would result in mom giving me a suppository so that I would sleep better. As stated I was not keen on getting my temperature taken but getting a suppository was a complete different story. I really hated them.

As ruthiney stated the moment of anxiety and embarrasment was when mom was feeling my forehead. Because no matter of what she felt it would mean she was going to take my temperature afterwards.

My mom never announced my temperature reading

Mom, Gram, or the doctor's nurse never said what my temperature was. When I do doctor play I always announce the person's temperature.

Probably the most embarrassing moment regarding getting my temperature taken in my bottom when I was 15, was when it was over, my mom and I went to the living room and my dad asked if I had a temperature. Mom reported 99.3 F. which was only slightly high.. My dad asked mom if she had taken my temperature in my bottom. Mom replied, “Yes I did….twice just to make sure the reading was accurate.” My dad laughed and said……"well you know what they say, a third time is a charm!” I felt my face turn to a deep shade of red with him knowing just a few minutes prior, I was laying over my mother's knee with my dress up and panties down and a thermometer stuck up my behind. Daddy had a weird sense of humor at times!!!

Yes but two-fold. At exam time, mom would ask the nurse if I needed to undress. It was always required. So i would get on the exam table and then hear that my rectal temp was necessary. At the end the nurse would report the reading aloud before wiping me.

I don’t remember my temp being announced at the end of it usually.

My memory of temperature takings at the doctors office is that the nurse would remove the thermometer from my bottom, read the thermometer and announce my temperature and then tell me I could pull 'em up before recording the temperature in my file. At home my mother always told me what my temperature was after she read the thermometer.

I have a vivid memory of my mother announcing my temperature at my pediatrician’s when I was eight and about to receive a penicillin shot in my bottom. The nurse—whose name was Agnes—planned to take my temp before the shot, but my mother assured her she already had shortly before we left for the doctor’s office. Agnes asked my mother what the reading was, and my mother answered “100.1, rectally.” I immediately felt blood rush to my face, and kept hearing that word “rectally” long after she’d said it. I still hear it now. Agnes tried to make light of it, saying, “Well, I guess this isn’t the first time your bottom’s going to be bared today,” but that only compounded my humiliation.

Back in the 70's , in my 20's, I had for several years a girlfriend who was very much into medfet.

Maria had set the rules and she had décided she would give a medical exam everytime we were to have sex.

Her exam inclused lots of stething and a special attention to my penis and testîcles. It allways ended with my rectal temperature being taken on her lap.

I enjoyed those ''exams' .When she stethed me, she often spent more time playing with my erect nipples that listening to my heart The touch of her hands on my penis and balls was so gentle and, last but not least, the way she played with the thermometer, letting it go slowly back and forth in my rectum as it registered,r eally turned me on.

When she whithdrew the thermometer and read it, she would jusr say: ‘’'OK, Now just fuck me'', but she never told me what the reading was. If I asked about it, she said: ‘’' Don't worry, your temp is fine''

@Liane I really liked your memories, when as a child your parents had to check your temperature. Why do you say that “ the suppository was another matter“ though? Do you mean that you dreaded the suppository even more than the thermometer stuck into your butt? Another question: do you remember which brand of suppository your mother used to give you? Was it ”ben u ron”? I know that in Germany it is the most popular one.

@Francesco99 getting a suppository was way worse than having my temperature taken. It always caused this burning sensation in my behind that would last for several minutes. I really hated this. I‘m not sure about the brand but it might have been ben-u-ron.

@Liane Ben-u-Ron is paracetamol, it should not cause a burning sensation. Could it have been suppositories against throat ache and other respiratory ailments? These may contain herbal extracts that cause a sensation not unlike having a mint candy, but in the rectum instead of the mouth.

Not the exact number, but mom told always if I had fever, and if I had I knew very soon a suppository will follow.

This thread reminds me of the incident which caused my mother to stop taking my rectal temperature.

The year was1964. I was 12 years old. During the Christmas holiday, I had developped some kind of cold and one day, in the evening, my mother decided to take my rectal temperature. She was.nice and gentle as allways and she kept her hands on my buttocks as the thermometer registered. I enjoyed this moment of intimacy with my mother and I must I liked more and more the feeling of the thermometer penetrating my rectum. My mother told me my temperature was 38.0 and that she would check it again the next morning. And so she did. Then she told me my temperature was 38,0 again and she informed me she would call the doctor.

The doctor came a few hours later. He asked my mother what my temperature was. She answered: 38,5 yesterday evening and 38.5 this morning. I was astonished to realize that my mother had been lying to me about the thermometer reading. I did not say anithing as long as the doctor was present, but as soon as he left , I complained to my mother with anger: ‘’ Why have you lied to me about m'y temperature ?" She answered:: "I did not want you to worry, my little boy". I said: '' you have lied to me, you treat me like a baby, I cannot trust you, I hate you'' and I bursted into tears as my mother left my room.

Later in the dqy, both my mother and my father came to my room. My father said: " you made your mother cry about your temperature reading , we have discused the situation and we have come to the conclusion that may be you were just too old to have your temperature taken by your mother. So we have decided that from now on, you will be in charge of taking your own temperature'' and he gave me a brand new thermometer which I would keep in my bedsiide table

I quickly started to use this thermometer and not only when I was sick. A few months later, I discovered masturbation and I realised it felt so much better with a thermometer up my ass.

I am still thankfull to my parents for their open minded attitude.

I’m sure I would be embarrassed if the doctor or nurse announced my rectal temperature thinking everyone outside the waiting room can hear lol….or people passing by the hallways!! also embarrassing is when the nurse tells the patient to undress to their underwear and lay down on your tummy for temp time…knowing the nurse said that you try not to make too much noise laying down with crinkly paper making noise hahaha and the worse part when nurse leaves the door open and everyone can see you laying down on exam table with underwear to your ankles and an anal thermometer poking out of your butt !

I have never had a session with anyone but I love thinking about my temperature being announced afterward!

I had a couple of girlfriends who would announce my rectal temp., after taking the thermometer out. It was a real turn on.

With me it was just the same as @Liane has described it. There was no embarrassment but kind of a nervous tension when my mum read the result form the scale.

It seems like my temperature was always announced to everyone in the room when the rectal thermometer was removed from my rear end and the vaseline wiped off. Whether it was at home or in a medical setting. It seemed like the nurses would always follow the number with "rectal". Then the number was charted, the thermometer put away and my undies or PJs went up.

@Denise ,

I read your post.

Actually a bit surprised that at 15 you were still getting your rectal temperature taken. But that said, being your post related to a home circumstance, it was probably better than having it announced in a clinic or other medical setting where others may have overheard it.