Rectal temp taken in kitchen

I have a vivid memory of my rectal temperature being taken a few times in the kitchen. My mother would sit on a chair and place me over her lap. Unlike if I was done on the couch or bed I definitely remember feeling my legs sort of dangling. Even though nobody else was around it seemed much more exposing and embarrassing. I definitely remember putting up a fuss about it but it was going to be done anyway. The Vaseline and rectal thermometer would already be on the kitchen table and I’d be naked from the waist down. Usually she would have already applied some Vaseline to my anus. I would have to go over her lap. She would then separate my buttocks and insert the thermometer in my rectum. Anyone else get temps in the kitchen? What was it like?

I remember my temp was checked in the kitchen once or twice too. Mom made dinner or something, had no time to come in my room. Was not more embarrassing as in my room or anywhere.

It was always taken that way until I was about 10. The thermometer and vaseline was kept in the kitchen cabinet. If I didnt feel good after school. Mom would be preparing when dad came home she would tell him I needed my temperature taken. He pulled out the chair mom handed him the thermomeer and vaseline hed say come here son lets check your temperature. Which meant pull down the pants and briefs and over his lap. Was never a big deal back then it was just a temperature taking. It was decided then if I was getting an enema after dinner.

I don't think it was ever done in the kitchen except perhaps when little on a changing pad. All times I recall were on a bed. I however recall seeing my little brother's temperature being taken in a “public” space inside the house (I mean, not over a bed), perhaps inside the kitchen or bathroom, probably on a changing table. So it must have happened to me as well.

I remember as a kid having to do it that way a couple of times also! Usually it was either on the bed or couch, but occasionally it would be done in the bathroom also.

Once and only once have I had this done and I remember it clearly. Mom was running around the kitchen and doing other household chores. I was home from school with a nasty cold. I happened to pop into the kitchen at the right (or wrong?) time. Mom looked at her watch, said it was temperature time, and took out the thermometer and vaseline she has in the kitchen cabinet, and still does. I was told to pull down my PJs and briefs and get across her lap. No problem, I did. She inserted the thermometer and there I laid for the duration. About half way through, the kitchen door bursts open, and our neighbor Caroline comes rushing in excited, through the door with her 2 daughters, who were 8 and 11 at the time, excitedly shouting, “Look what I got for you at the mall!", not even yet realizing what was going on. Then everything just froze until the 11 year old let out nothing more than “Ooopsie”. First and last kitchen temp!

I wouldn't think of the kitchen as a room to have your temp. taken, but it would make sense. A little humor added, might be to think of a rectal temp. as the best dish on the menu…and calorie free !

RT's were usually a bedroom or bathroom event. But I know I got a few in the kitchen. I remember being across mom's lap in the kitchen and my teenage sisters going “Eww Mom, do you have to do that in the kitchen?” as they fixed their breakfasts.

If someone's RT is taken in the kitchen a candy thermometer should be used.

One of our bathrooms was near our kitchen, so we sometimes had it taken over mom's lap, there. Our bedrooms were all upstairs, so it was easier for mom. But, our spankings always took place in the kitchen, with the swinging door to the living room locked.

No. Certainly temps and enemas for me growing up or using with my own family was kept away from the kitchen. Almost every other room in house is more appropriate.

Never in the kitchen for me. Bathroom or bedroom over moms knees

I never had it taken in the kitchen. Most of the time it was in my bedroom or my parents’. A few times though, it was taken in the living room. One of those times the doorbell rang. It was a delivery. My brother went to the door, and he told the delivery boy he would get money from Mom. My brother told him he could wait inside, and of course while my Mom was fiddling around in her purse getting the money the delivery boy saw me over my mom’s lap getting my temperature taken. He didn’t say anything, but you could guess what he was thinking. I was so humiliated. After that, I asked my Mom not to do it in the living room anymore.

As a child, I never had this happen but I would think that as an adult, being asked to bend over in the kitchen, having my hole lubed and then having a thermometer inserted would be and should be a hot prelude to some incredible anal play! ❤️

I never had my temperature taken rectally by another person, only taking my own, but yes I did it in every room in my house.

I actually saw once my female cousin getting her rectal temperature being taken by medic in her parents house kitchen over her mom's lap.

Most of the time rectal temps were taken in my bedroom or my parents bedroom. But my mom keep suppositories in the refrigerator, medicine in a cabinet in the kitchen near the sink and a rectal thermometer with Vaseline was also in that cabinet. There was also an oral thermometer and rectal thermometer in the downstairs bathroom cabinet which was where the enema bulbs and bag were kept. I remember when I was about 4 and sick being taken from the living room into the kitchen and the thermometer business end was stuck in the vaseline. Mom sat down and my pj bottoms came off and over the knee I went for my temperature to be taken. Also, it happened a few times in presence of some neighbor ladies in the kitchen when I home sick from school.

Temp check in the kitchen is something that happened to me only one time. Usually I got measured in my bed, sometimes my parents did it in the living room while I was watching TV or playing Nintendo.

When I was 10yo, I suffered from a lung infection which was really nasty. I also had to stay in hospital for 2 weeks, getting infusion therapy as well as lots of suppositories (which continued at home). After the time in hospital, my parents let me stay at home for one more week, for giving me time to recover, checking my vitals and and giving me my medication - as mentioned lots of suppositories. However, in that week my mom and my dad took turns staying at home and taking care for lil Danni. As I mentioned in other posts my dad didn't follow a strict protocol for taking my temp. So one morning, after having a shower and leaving the bathroom, my dad called me to the kitchen where he almost finished preparing the table. I was still naked and wanted to jump into clothes, but my dad meant it's okay for a while. As a 10yo I wasn't embarrassed when my parents saw me naked. I still remember very well, that I entered the kitchen and saw that lovely marzipan cake on the table. I was so happy to see my favourite cake standing right before me, that I didn't recognise my dad's “trap”. Because he was almost waiting with a thermometer. He allowed me to eat one peace of cake. So I came to the table and my dad called me to stand with legs apart and he had one leg in between. The situation that one hand was touching my bum cheek wasn't unusual. My parents often touched my bum (interestingly in school my friends did it as well). But in that moment when I bit into that peace of cake, my dad suddenly opens my crack with his thumb from his hand on my bottom cheek and quickly inserted the almost prepared glass thermometer in my bum about half length in. I groaned loudly in that moment and was nearly spitting out that lovely cake. In that moment I felt like being in a trap and I was never expecting getting anything stuffed into my bumhole while eating anything. Luckily I didn't receive the suppositories in the kitchen, but in my bed afterwards. And I craved my dad please never measure me again in the kitchen. Finally this situation caused a very strong association to marzipan and especially marzipan cake. Every time I even thought about that cake, I do still remember how it feels at my bum, even after 14 years now 😅

As a child, I had my temp taken in the living room or in my bedroom. However during play as an adult, I had my RT taken many times in the kitchen. It turned me on for some reason and my girlfriend at the time never had a problem doing it there.

My rectal temperature was never taken in the kitchen as a child, but fairly often in the course of the sex games I had with girlfriends.

I remember one occasion In my twenties. My then girlfriend Maria shared my rectal temperature fetish. One evening, as I was washing the dishes, I realised Maria was standing behind me. Without a word, she grabed my jean and lowered it to my ankles. She then did the same with my pants and put her hands on my buttocks. It felt so good. She caressed my butt for some time. I was surprised, but thrilled. Breathless, I stopped my dishing. I realised my penis was growing.

Then I felt Maria was parting my butt checks. She just said: ‘'surprise, surprise’'' as she inserted something defly into my rectum. I quickly recognized a thermometer. I had the feeling my heart was coming to a stop.

I enjoyed so much the situation as Maria let the registering thermometer go slowly back and forth into my rectum. I had a full size erection. I wanted this feeling of my rectum being penetrated to last forever.

Maria took the thermometer out. She said: ‘’ 37,4, quite normal, baby'' She added: ‘’ I though you looked sick and I wanted to check. I was expecting you to have a temperature, I was wrong, sorry''.

To make me ''forgive her mistake'', Maria gave me a wonderfull handjob.

I never had my temperature taken rectally in the kitchen when I was a kid.