Why do you like to have your rectal temperature taken ?

Simple question: Why do you like to have your ( rectal ) temperature taken ?

I like the feeling of the bulb of a rectal thermometer lubricated with vaseline inserted into my rectum.

There are several things I like about a rectal temperature and at the same time dislike but not in quite the same way. The first thing I like is that you really never volunteer for a rectal thermometer. You’re told to roll over. We are told to either pull down your underwear or it’s done for you. Then your bottom is exposed and your legs slightly open with your balls in view of whoever is in charge of these decisions. The warm touch on your skin to gain access to your anus and rectum increase a kind of intimacy and additional exposure. The next piece never fails to create an erection for me. The lubricated thermometer (or finger) touches your sensitive anus. Finally the thermometer is inserted and creates amazing physical sensation. This generates an erection so impossibly hard that you think it will remain beyond the three minutes. Finally a hand rests on your bottom or lower back as everyone in the room waits till the time is up for its removal. All of it screams you are subordinated beneath the decisions of others and must do as they say. It’s been a long time and I can’t wait to feel it again. Play docs in GA??!?

I like it because it is a further way for me to feel embarrassed and humiliated

I like it because you have to expose a very private area of the body first. Next the feelings: lubricating the anus inside and out before the feeling of the thermometer sliding in. It is always cold. Finally it is something that can be done to you or you can do yourself alone or watched by another person.

Thanks @Svensson for raising this topic. Simple question indeed. But I suspect that for most of us the response is anything but. 😊 For me, it is really a combination of intimacy, embarrassment and physical sensations.

First, intimacy. I love the idea that a caring woman partner is in control. “You don’t look so hot”, followed by a hand on my forehead and a worried look. “I’d better get the thermometer.” She would really like to treat me like an adult and take it orally, but I am unable to keep it under my tongue long enough for an accurate reading. So it is, “Sorry, but I’m going to have to get the baby thermometer and take it in your bottom. Take off your underpants and lie down on your tummy. I’ll be right back.”

Second, comes the embarrassment. It’s not just having to bare the most private part of my body. It’s the fact that she can make me do it. And maybe she’ll mention what is happening to another woman who is staying with us (Her sister or niece? The nanny? A friend? ...). “Have you seen the Vaseline? I need to use the rectal thermometer on him.” So there are discreet glances, maybe through the bedroom door, which she accidentally leaves ajar during the procedure. It is all the more humiliating if she makes me lie across her lap, as suggested in her child care book.

Later, at the the doctor’s office, she mentions it at reception so the other patients in the waiting room can overhear. “Yes, I needed to get a rectal reading because he couldn’t hold the thermometer in his mouth.” She accompanies me back to the exam room, even though I’m really old enough to go on my own. As I strip naked and get on the exam table in preparation for vital signs, she exchanges knowing smirks with the nurse, who announces, “Since you got a baseline rectal reading at home, I’d better do the same for a valid comparison.” As I turn beet red, she adds, “Don’t worry, it’s not just for babies. And anyway, it’s much more accurate this way. Now, turn over onto your tummy for me.” The two women chat while waiting for the thermometer to register.

Finally, there’s the actual feeling of penetration. The thick glob of Vaseline used to lubricate the thermometer accentuates the sensation of cold as the rod is firmly pushed into place, far enough in that the tip is touching the wall of my rectum. The cold lasts for about a minute, until the Vaseline melts and the glass heats up. As she holds the stem of the thermometer in place, the slightest movement on my part creates additional pressure that sends pleasurable impulses throughout my body. That in turn causes some reaction that, of course, accentuates the already deep embarrassment of the situation, whether at home or at the doctor’s office.

Of course, these pleasures of intimacy, embarrassment and physical penetration are compounded if I know that my partner and the others are also enjoying the situation, even though it is nominally a medical procedure. Catching sight of a flushed face and perhaps some discreetly erect nipples is enough to send me over the top.

I'd have to say it’s the feel of the thermometer in my bottom. From a very young age, I have liked the feel of thermometers and enema pipes in my bottom.

I like it because it is embarassing, but near that it feels very cool as the thermometer goes inside.

I associate receiving a rectal thermometer with being nude or when my white briefs are pulled down which is embarrassing to me. My temperature was taken with a rectal thermometer at home when I was growing up as well as at the pediatrician's office when I was a child and teenager. I feel apprehensive because I do not know if the thermometer will be pushed in my anus with a lubricant covering the end of it, which feels good to me, or if it will feel cold and have no lubricant which can cause a stinging sensation. I tend to experience sensual feelings when the person holds the thermometer with one hand and has their other hand touching my bottom cheek. I have had nurses pat me on the bottom cheek and tell me to relax when I was feeling apprehensive. As an adult, I use a rectal temperature at home, and I like to have both women and men take my temperature using a rectal thermometer when they are in the role of a play nurse or play doctor.

It’s a combination of the embarrassment, being exposed and feeling vulnerable.

I was trained often to like it as a child, and as an adult, it simply feels good!

Put it all-the-way-in! Don’t stop until you run out of glass…

I love the feeling of submission it gives me. Assuming it’s with someone I have a relationship with, the feeling of trust that I put in them to take care of me is honestly such a turn on. It makes me feel safe and cared for in a way that nothing else does.

I like the feeling of being vulnerable and having to remove my underwear and the doctor spreading my cheeks as he inserts the thermometer and feeling embarrassed as he is looking at me.

I enjoyed it when my husband used to take my basal body temperature, rectally. Now, we have a beautiful boy! However, we still enjoy the 'bottoms up!" temps, especially now!

I like the thought of vulnerability and submission. Also it reminds me of the embarassment felt as a child when my temperature was taken.

For me it’s not any one thing. As many others have already mentioned it is a feeling of vulnerability and submission that takes me back to when I was a little boy and received rectal temps at home from my Mom.

I like the preparation and my Wife announcing that my temperature will be taken “in my bottom”.

I like (and hate) the waiting for her to come back with the baby thermometer and Vaseline. I like to watch her shake down the thermometer and lube the tip with Vaseline.

I feel so loved and nurtured as she spreads my buttocks with a thumb and forefinger just before insertion…….and hesitates just a little longer than necessary while she gazes at her intended target. Lastly, I love the feel of insertion as she penetrates my most private parts with her thermometer and I am helpless to resist. I have to just lie there and submit to her.

It looks like I'm not far afield from many others here. Obviously I like the sensation on a physical level, so just from having the thermometer in my butt I'm already fond of the process.

But when it's with another person, I like the leadup and ritual of it, as well. Even if it's very obviously just for kink exploration, it makes me think of past real experiences.

When I was sick and home from school, my aunt would come and take care of me when mom was at work. Auntie always check my temperature and would have me lay naked over her lap while she took it. I came to love laying naked over her lap feeling the sensation of her separating my butt cheeks and inserting the rectal thermometer. I loved the feeling of coolness (from the vaseline) and the feeling of her hands on my butt. When I hit puberty, I always got an erection while she took my temperature. She didn't seem to mind at all. Sometimes while taking off my pajama bottoms, I had an erection before laying over her lap.

The intense intimacy. The feeling which compares to no other feeling. The delicious embarrassment. The exposure which leaves nothing to the imagination. The look in her eyes afterwards.

For me I like the clinical feeling and accuracy of a rectal temperature and in some cases depending on whose taking it I enjoy a bit of intimacy and maternal love to it. I honestly wouldn’t use any other methods unless I absolutely had to.

I like the feeling of the thermometer in my bottom

I'd really have to say because of the deep and utter embarrassment of the situation, having to expose your bottom and just have something both stuck in it and coming out of it. There's something about the fact that the thermometer is both inside of you, but also long enough to be outside of your cheeks as well. Also the fact that there are other options of ways to get your temperature taken, but this is the one you ended up in.

I like to have my temperature taken rectally because it is kinky.

As a dominant man, it gives me the feeling of being a subdominant getting exposed and violated, just like I felt as a child- very exposed and violated.

It’s also a tender and caring procedure that involves a certain amount of ritual procedure and preparation; the tools must be prepared, as well as the bottom getting exposed and also prepped.

In short; It’s complicated!

It also simply feels amazing!

The feeling of the cold glass in my rectum, the embarrassment, and the dominance that the other person is asserting over me

The embarrassment

I love the feel of the cold tip sliding inside my tight ass

The ability to re-live something that at much younger ages we were subjected to and unknowingly it was something we were comfortable with to a certain degree but as we grew it too changed and we viewed it differently never realizing it had slipped into our psyche and lay dormant and at some point came back in a frenzy and we gladly embraced it and still do, appreciating the many aspects of it.

I enjoy having my rectal temperature taken because i like the feeling of a rectal thermometer inserted in my rectum, and i love the feel of the vaseline in my butt.

I love it now, but hated it as a kid. It's not large enough to be uncomfortable, yet not so small that you don't get intense “sex-sations” from it. There are so many sensitive nerves in the rectum, and they all connect with the prostate or vagina, so it can feel great regardless of gender. I'm also turned on by sniffing the thermometer after removal. There's something about that scent that makes me horny.