A rectal thermometer but not a rectal temperature

In recent weeks while writing about my childhood rectal temperature experiences a few other memories have resurfaced in my mind that I’m planning to share soon. There were definitely some interesting ones like the time I stayed with my Aunt Carol when my mom was in the hospital. I was around 6 or 7 and was there playing outside with my two cousins who were both about my age give or take a few years. I went back into the house to tell my aunt that I was having some discomfort and irritation on my bottom. I still remember my exact words, “Aunt carol, my hiney burns”. As a child my mom had occasionally applied some Vaseline around my rectal area when irritation was an issue so I went to my aunt for some assistance. I assumed Aunt Carol would do likewise with some soothing petroleum jelly but I ended up getting way more than I’d bargained for. Instead of dealing with my little problem topically she oddly decided that a rectal thermometer would be a more effective way to deal with it.

She took me into her bedroom and removed my shoes and pants then had me lie back on her bed with my knees up, then went across the hall into the bathroom and returned with a thermometer and a big glass jar of zinc oxide. Zinc oxide was an oily cream commonly used for diaper rash and other remedies and back then most households with children had a jar in the medicine cabinet. At that moment I immediately knew what was going on because my Aunt Carol had the same exact pink and blue thermometer case that we had at home and I knew from experience that it was of the rectal type. She took out the thermometer and dipped it into the thick white cream as I began to pout. The top half of the thermometer now had a huge gooey blob of white stuff on it which I found quite scary. I remember thinking the zinc oxide was whipped marshmallow creme which frighted and confused as to why she wanted to put this in my butt.

I remember asking her “why is there a thermometer?” She sat down on the bed next to me and said “this has medicine on it that’ll make your bottom feel better”. By that age I knew thermometers were only used when I was sick so again I asked her why she had one and she replied “I have to use the thermometer so I can put the medicine in your hiney”. Still laying on my back she then pulled my underwear up over my knees and down to my ankles then I felt the cold thermometer go inside of me. But instead of leaving the thermometer in place for several minutes as usual she just wiggled it around a few times, set it down on a tissue and it was all over. I remember feeling quite relieved that it hadn’t taken very long but was still feeling a bit fragile and shaken. She quickly scooted my underwear back up, buttoned my pants, tied my shoes and sent me back outside to play with my cousins. I remember finding this strange on many levels because my aunt hadn’t actually taken my temperature but was just using the thermometer as sort of a tool to stick some cream into my rectum. What also made this a bit disturbing was how she had me on my back with my legs spread open and my genitals fully exposed. In the past all of my actual rectal temps were always done laying prone with no genital exposure.

I went back outside and for some strange reason decided to rant to my cousins about it. Feeling a little outraged by what had just happened I marched right over to them and said “your stupid mother just put a thermometer in my butt!” Of course they both started laughing which only enraged me more and I screamed something like “shut up you jerks, it’s not funny!”. After discussing it further with them I soon realized that this little procedure of hers was not unfamiliar to them. Apparently this was just her way of nursing itchy buttholes. The funny thing about it all was that after I had calmed down I soon realized that my butt did in fact feel so much better. Although my ego was bruised but my butt was healed 😃

My mom and my gram used a rectal thermometer to push suppositories deeper into my and my brother's rectums, as kids.

My mom and my gram used a rectal thermometer to push suppositories deeper into my and my brother's rectums, as kids.

Yes I've heard of this before. I suppose some woman just didn't have much of an appetite for inserting their fingers into someones rectum.

Are your cousins girls or boys?

Are your cousins girls or boys?

One boy and one girl.

Many people, including a friend of mine, use the rectal thermometer to help their babies with constipation.

Just think of a rectal thermometer as a tool, with many uses. Look at the bright side. It does far less damage than a screwdriver !

I also heard that some people use it as a way of helping babies to poop, I think I might have heard it from my mom one time that she did that to me or my brother but I don't remember

@looooool It definitely used to be a thing. My mother told me she used this method on me and my siblings.

I’m using a rectal thermometer on my girlfriend before anal sex

She is very tight and I’m using it as at 1st than my finger and finally the real thing

She like it and sometimes has an anal orgasm just from the thermometer

Like for others here, this method (inserting a thermometer rectally) was used on me when I was a toddler to trigger defecation. Unsure what was put on the tip, if anything.