Leading up to Rectal Temps

For me, much of the eroticism is the time leading up to the actual rectal temperature procedure. I love to hear the real and casual conversations leading up to the recipient being told what’s about to happen, how and why. I love seeing the shyness and hesitation of the recipient. The look on her face as she is led to the temperature taking location. Waiting in anticipation as the other person leaves the room to fetch the supplies, which she knows will be the rectal thermometer and Vaseline. The embarrassment as she is told to lower her pants and panties, baring her backside. The vulnerability she feels as she is asked to lay across the taker’s lap. The embarrassment as she feels her backside being gently spread open, knowing that her anus is in full view and just inches away from the taker’s eyes. Knowing that she is moments away from insertion ........

For me, it would start with something like "When we get home, I want to take your temperature". Mom and I would go into the house from the doctors or drug store. I would be instructed to go to my bedroom and lay down in bed and wait for her. In those days, temperatures were taken rectally, so there was no doubt where the thermometer was going to go.

From the bedroom, I would hear my mothers feet on the stairs. She would go into the master bathroom and into the medicine chest. The mirrored door opened with a squeak.

Mom would enter my room with the needed supplies. The rectal thermometer in a white pencil case, a bottle of alcohol, petroleum jelly, and a box of tissues.

Mom would remove and shake down the thermometer as I lay in bed and watched. "Turn over on your stomach" she would say.

I did. Mom would sit down next to me on the bed. "Lift up for me" she would say. Mom would pull down my underpants and expose my bottom. "Just relax and hold still for me while the thermometer is in" she would instruct. I would feel my buttocks spread wide and moments later the insertion of a very cool and slick thermometer.

For me during ages of 3 and 4 at 98% of the time, my temperature was taken rectally at that time and when it was time for my mom to take my temperature, I would either be in my room playing with my toys or watching TV. My mom would go into the kitchen and get the thermometer ready and she would come and get me and say, "I need to take your temperature." I would stop what I was doing. My dad would be working. I would follow my mom to the living room sofa and she would get herself seated and I would drop my pants and underwear and just lay right over my mom's lap. Then I will feel my mom separate my cheeks and feel the ice cold rod be inserted into my rear end. When rod goes in, does feel relaxing. Most of the time, my arms and hangs would be hanging down touching to floor while my mom holds it in place. The 5 minutes would sometimes be slow and my mom removes it, she would let me know if I have fever or not.

I just did this. I adjusted an old office chair to my height. Then I went to get the vaseline and the thermometer and next, I got onto the floor and onto my knees. After that, dropped my pants and underwear to my knees and shook down the thermometer. I then lubricanted the thermometer, separated my cheeks, inserted the ice cold thermometer into the center of my anus and up into my rectum. Than laid over the office chair onto my tummy and started my 5 minute timer to wait for the reading. When the timer went off, I removed the thermometer and got a reading of 98.6.

I've recently gone back to taking temperatures rectally for everyone in my immediate family, including my oldest child who happens to be my husband. We had a scare with our son a couple years ago using an infrared scanner that gave false readings. His temperature just kept climbing. In nursing, we know old fashioned rectal thermometers never lie, so that's what I use now. My son and daughter really hate having their rectal temperature taken, thinking they're too old for it. Fear and needless embarrassment has sadly made this useful medical modality out of the norm. My kids, knowing I'm a nurse and have seen their naked rear ends since birth, take it in stride. They usually don't put up too much of a fuss, as much as they dread having it done. My husband on the other hand is a special case. He knows no matter how hard he tries to keep it from happening, I'm still going to stick a thermometer up his butt when he gets sick. Some day he'll just give up and allow me to do it without the drama, but for now he still persists. My method of dealing with this is to first take his pants and underwear all the way off, as I sometimes do in the evenings just before bed. We sleep commando BTW. Next I disrobe completely naked as I usually do for bed, then I go to the bathroom to get the rectal thermometer. When I emerge from the bathroom shaking it down and with tube of Surgilube, he knows he's trapped. At this point he's resigned to the fact that it's no use resisting what's inevitable. He's much more receptive to rectal penetration (and stimulation) from me if I'm also naked. It helps to ease the embarrassment this way, at which point he will cooperate by turning onto his left side. I usually don't so much as hear him utter a syllable when I part his cheeks and insert the vintage B-D thermometer a gentle 2 inches up his rectum. The indignity of having me hold the thermometer up his butt and caress his backside lightly with my nails brings out the goose bumps. I love doing this to him because I know he's at least getting some pleasure from it. And besides, I'm still taking his temperature the proper "most accurate" way. After I've removed the thermometer from his bottom, it's not uncommon for him to say "I can't believe I just let you do that to me".....with half a grin on his face.

@Nurse_Nikki

Who takes YOUR temperature when you're feeling ill? And how is it taken?

Commenting on Nurse Nikki's latest post, on occasion I've taken my husband's and two daughters' temps in their behinds, but they were pretty sick at the time. Older daughter had pneumonia. Younger daughter got a 104 fever after a biology field trip. Scared the hell out of us. Nurses took her temp rectally in the hospital. Hubby had a couple of bouts of serious flu through the years. However, at other times when my husband hasn't been that sick but whines and drives me crazy, I'd get the Vaseline and stick a thermometer in his butt anyway. It's rather fun, actually, especially when the girls were out of the house. ?

Vicki: Ah ah, my wife and I practice the "you're being annoying and you deserve a spanking but first we'll check whether you're annoying because you're sick" routine. Plus, the time spent with the thermometer in the rear is well used for discussion of the bad behaviour.

As I’ve stated many times before, I hated to have anything inserted up my butt as a child. The time leading up to the temperature was spent by me inevitably crying, kicking, and pitching a full tantrum. If it were taken by a nurse, I was often placed over my caregiver’s lap (up to a certain age), then the digital probe was placed in my bottom. If my mom took it at home, I was often held down by my dad while the temperature was taken. A suppository usually followed the thermometer. If my grandmother babysat me, she asked my mom if my temperature was still taken “up the butt”. The answer was yes, so she either placed me on a bed or her lap and up my butt the thermometer (and suppository) went.