Earliest knowledge of your RT fetish

Being a child of the 50's, RT was the standard method until about age 6. That said, I can't think of a time when the practice DIDN'T excite me. How about you? When did this thing we do first light your fire?

I enjoyed putting things in my bottom from my first recollection... tinker toys, sticks, whatever was handy. When I was maybe 7 or 8 and thought I could get away with it it was the family rectal thermometer. I'd find it in the medicine cabinet, add a little Vaseline and slide it into my bottom. I never left it in long enough to register a real temperature because I was worried about getting caught. Later, when I got left home alone awhile longer I did leave it in longer but by then I'd found where Mom kept the enema bag!

I have always liked RT I was born in the 50s and when I was 9 I started to sneak the thermometer from the bathroom. At age 10 my friend an I started to sneak a thermometer when our parents were not around and take each other's temps. Usually, we could get two as both our families had a number of them. So Ya my fetish was active as a pre-teen for sure.

@kenw were you ever caught?

No never found out, but one or two close calls. 🌡️

When I was 10 in the summer of 1979, I ended up in the ER for a nasty reaction to some medicine that I had been prescribed. I was given a rectal temperature for the first time in about a year as I was on oral temps both at home and at the pediatrician. I felt completely embarrassed and I am sure that my face was beet red. I also noticed that my penis had stiffened against the exam table and that it felt good. I found that thinking back on that experience produced a very pleasant sensation.

In October 1979, I discovered masturbation while sleeping on an uncomfortable sofa bed. I tossed and turned and rolled over on my penis and it stiffened. That felt good so I kept rubbing my penis into the mattress until I was overwhelmed by this intense high and fell asleep. I decided to repeat this the next night and the next. I soon found that thinking about rectal temperatures while I was rubbing my penis into the mattress intensified the arousal that I was experiencing.

Wouldn't it have been fun if we'd all found one another at about age 10!!

Until my teens I really knew of no other method of acquiring a temperature. This went for wellness exams, school sports physicals and trips to the pediatrician with a cold. Literally it was like I had a sign on my back asking for a rectal temperature, although that was not the case. The nurse knew my mom preferred a rectal reading for me, so it was a foregone conclusion that after my blood pressure, I was asked to lay on my tummy for my temperature. I became quiet and resigned to accept my procedure.

My temp was only taken in my bottom for the first several years of my life, and it didn’t really excite me or phase me as a small child. I knew it was going to happen, and was happy that it didn’t sting like a shot or a spanking.

From age 8 I started to get embarrassed about baring my bottom for the nurse, and from about age 9 my penis started stiffening against the crinkly paper. I can still remember the awkward silence and the sound of my penis pulsing against the paper once or twice, and the awkward time trying to not show my erection when pulling my underwear back up.

But I didn’t know what a “fetish” was or why this happened during such an embarrassing time. I only knew it seemed like the procedure became more and more embarrassing each year. Finally at 14, my temp was taken in my mouth at my doctor’s office… which had already been done at school and home by then. I was finally a big boy. But, a while later I found I missed the attention and started taking my temp pretending the pretty nurse was instructing me to pull my undies down past my knees and roll over.

I’m sure it had to be a part of my masturbation fantasies at some point in my teens that must’ve locked it in. But don’t remember specifics.

I became aware I had an r/t fetish right after the last time I had it taken that way at our neighborhood doctor's when I was seven. Up until then, I had dreaded the idea of having an r/t after a traumatic experience at our pediatrician's a few years before, but this time it felt so good, that did it for me. After that, rectal temps were often on my mind. I'd fantasize about them while lying in bed, moving my hips. I didn't know what they were then, but I'd have dry orgasms, all the while imagining having a rectal thermometer buried in my bottom.

Oddly enough, I never asked for an r/t at my pediatrician's, and it wasn't until I was almost 13 that I finally acquired my own personal rectal thermometer. In the meantime, I experimented with toothbrush handles, pencils and finally, popsicle sticks. Luckily, I never got a splinter "down there" from one.

Early teenager ,being taken to the emergency room for high fever ,flu like symptoms . after seeing the nurses , getting my symptoms charted. Taking my vitals Blood pressure, weight and oral temperature .the nurse noted my temperature was high. she had asked my mother If she had given me anything for the fever and body aches. she replied just ibuprofen couple hours ago. the one nurse said she would let the doctor know and would be back shortly. after a while she popped back in to check on me and to see if I needed anything . She again said she would be right back to take my temperature again. After A few minutes she returned followed by a another nurse . Who pulled the curtain part of the way. She said she had talked to the Doctor she Had some Tylenol medication For me and need to get my temperature again. This time I need to slip out of my shorts and lay on my stomach. Mom looked little surprised but didn’t say anything. I just set there didn’t move for a second. The nurse said it will only take a couple minutes and she would help me get my underwear down after I was on my stomach. The other nurse put the thermometer in my butt and held it in place . After she removed it the nurse said she had a suppository to give me she ask if I remember every having one. She pushed it in and pulled my underwear back up. Had me set up . I still think about that night from time to time

As far as knowing I was fascinated, I knew because I would bring it up in conversation, I even occasionally asked for it even though it was humiliating and unpleasant and that ought to meant I didn’t like it! (The toddler brain can be confusing sometimes)

But knowing there was such a thing as a RT fetish would come from my first exposures to internet when I innocently wanted to look up things that fascinated me as a toddler, I just wanted answers as to why the world was the way it is and to my surprise I learned more things about the world than I ever could anticipate such as there is a community of people fascinated with the same things and actually enjoy continuing to do it into adulthood!

I was 4. My mom brought me to the doctor as I wasn’t feeling well. The doctor was out but the nurse examined me. At one point she lay me down on the exam table and turned me face down. With no explanation she pulled both pants and underwear down. I still had no idea what she was doing. She pulled out a slender glass rod(the thermometer) and the next thing I knew she had slipped up my bottom. It gave mean instant erection. No tears or fuss just like Wow what’s this?

That same nurse began working at my school. As I high schooler I often wondered if she remembered this episode. And of course fantasized about her doing it again when I was 16 and at her office.

My mother took my temperature rectally up to the age of 9. I accepted it but I remember not ever liking it. I have no recollection of having my rectal temperature being taken in the doctor's office, though I'm sure it was. As a pre-teen in the mid 1970s, I began to use a rectal thermometer on my own and that's the first time I found it to be sexually arousing. At the age of 14, when I first started to masturbate, I would put the thermometer in my ass much more frequently. When I met my first man at the age of 18 (he was 32) I took his rectal temperature all the time when we were together for three years. The last guy I was with was for 15 years. I took his rectal temperature as well. He never had it done before by another guy. Only as a kid by his mother. He had a therapist. He once told me that he told his therapist about our rectal temperature play. She said that rectal thermometers are not a fetish. They are a sex toy.

I can't remember a time when I wasn't excited as in OMG ! ! ! to see mom come into my bedroom with the thermometer case and the jar of Vaseline. Or, when I was called in from playing to be told I could go back out later but first she was going to take my temperature!

Part of the heart stopping was I never knew if the cold glass rod sliding in was it, or if it might just be a prelude to a suppository, or enema, or if I was in for a spanking too.

I'd look a bit stricken coming in from outside, or as she came in the bedroom, and she might say nothing or she might say, "Don't worry. I may need to give you a suppository or an enema but I'm not going to spank you." Or she might say, "I'm sorry Tommy I'm not happy about .... and I'm going to have to spank you." If it was to be a spanking though I'd probably not find out until after she'd read my temp.

I have posted this a couple of years ago. For me it was a love/hate thing. I absolutely hated getting my temperature taken rectally, whether at home, doctor office, or hospital. This would go on through 18 years old. On the other hand, from about 12 or 13 years old I would take my own temperature and pretend it was at the doctor’s. The fetish was strongest through 26 years old. I still can’t figure it out.

@Thomas893 , were spankings and rectal temperatures often intertwined at you house?

I was 9 year old. I would take the ink out of a fountain pen. and use it like thermometer

I couldn't sneak and use our rectal thermometer. because it was kept in my parent bathroom.

when I was 14 I bought my own rectal thermometer. And started taking my temperature with it

I had fun times with it until my mom found it and it disappeared. And that was the end of the fun.

@Thomas893 , were spankings and rectal temperatures often intertwined at you house?

@Penny I guess the answer depends on how we define 'often' and then the occasion leading to the RT. It was less than, way less I'd say than 20%. Maybe one out of ten, 10% at most? I needed to end that with a question mark as it may have been 5% --- likely less than 5% because when ill I'd get the RT several times a day so four/five insertions would lower the number.

That said in other ways RT might lead to a spanking. Pants down, bottom up, I suppose mom must have wondered if, while set up, the two of us there, if a suppository, enema or spanking might be a good thing.

There were two times I was likely most vulnerable. One was when I was home from school, in bed with something (and home ill meant in bed, not having a nice time in the basement playroom!) When mom had me roll over, sat beside me on the bed, while the thermometer was in place was an ideal time for a heart to heart mother/son talk and if mom had a behavior concern, issue, this was a good time for her to bring it up and, if a spanking was decided on, what better time for her to give it to me?

Then, sometimes at bedtime as I was in bed reading, mom would come in with a jar of Vaseline and the thermometer and tell me she wanted to take my temperature. It might be she wanted to know for some reason. It might also be she had an issue she wanted to discuss quietly with me and what better mother/son venue than my being tummy down, bottom bare, thermometer in place? Again, this might end up with, "I'm sorry, Tommy, mommy is going to have to give you a spanking."

The reverse also would happen. I'd be told I was going to be spanked, be bare, OTK, and have a rectal temperature taken first. I might also after the RT and before the spanking, be given a suppository. Actually, getting a suppository, or enema, before a spanking was somewhat more common than an RT. Mostly, a spanking was a spanking, but the others did happen from time to time.

Any other questions, Penny, I'll do my best to answer.

What about yourself. Were spankings and rectal temperatures intertwined at your house.

Tom

My grandmother gave our enemas and she always took a rectal temperature before the enema. She would come to our home one night a week and gave enemas to my sisters my brother and my mother and father.

We had 2 bathrooms so the enema went pretty fast. Always ivory soap and salt sometimes. She did the same for all 5 of her children each week. We all had a day grandma came to visit with her big red enema bag and milky ivory soap in a big jug. She would massage a big glob of Vaseline before she inserted the thermometer. As a kid I hated those days until I turned 12 and then I looked forward to that day and always wanted to be first. After grandma passed away there were no more enemas but my mother and father always took rectal temps and as a mother I did too.

@Thomas893 I didn't get RTs at home, though they were threatened - as were spankings! They became very linked in my fantasies.

@Penny Threatened? What were the circumstances for that?

@Pecan_nutjob I was an exceptionally talkative kid!

I also had (still have) problems swallowing pills, so of course, taking them as suppositories was threatened too... I wish I'd just taken my mom up on it, honestly!

Can't remember when I became aware of them, have no memory of receiving them as a kid, only in my mouth or under my arm. But when I found out about rectal thermometers, it shocked and also excited me. Not long after I began playing doctor with my bff and one thing led to another...😳

I think for me it may have happened in two phases. First, when as tweens/earliest teens when we played doctor/nurse/house and I always liked the part when it came time to taking temperatures. I think that was more explorative than anything else. Second, would probably be at around 14 when suddenly the feeling of the thermometer being inserted wasn't just "Brrrrr" but became more of, "Brrrrr ... HUH? Hmmmm..."

I find myself agreeing with many who found having a RT taken to cause more physical sensations as you developed during those teen years. However, it meant that I was going to develop an erection for sure if having a RT was required. This later transformed into having erotic fantasies after an exam had occurred. This too began to embrace the entire psychological aspect of submitting to an exam as I matured and grew in age. Now I fully understood that undressing was not an option and that examination of my genitals was similarly required. Eventually, this included the DRE and full appreciation that the examiner would see me naked for at least half of the exam if not more! To think, it all began with, "Yes, I have to get his temperature. It does have to be taken rectally mom. He needs to turn over."

My fetish started as a sense of relief. I was 6 and in the ER of a hospital burning up with a fever. As much as I despised the whole experience at the beginning, by the time it was time to remove the thermometer, the coldness of it provided some soothing relief to the fact that I started to miss it when the nurse pulled it out.

In my country, children's rectal temperature is measured up to 2-3 years of age. Hardly anyone remembers it. I didn't remember it either. When I was about 35, I started reading memoirs online. Many people have written about their experiences with rectal temperature measurement. It seemed interesting to me then.

RT all the way till at least 4. Had an instant liking to it.

(My medfet interest) and involvement is due to frequent clinic visits as a child in the mid 1960’s where I seemed to spend much of my time naked from the waist down. My doctor’s appointments were spent bottoms up while trying to understand why my sore ear, and or throat had anything to do with my pants being removed for clinic visits. I quickly became curious about how that made me feel, and how it felt when other objects were put into butt. Having something put into my bottom by a stranger also had an amazing focusing affect for me.

I have very vivid early childhood memories. I remember my little sister appearing in my life when I was two and a half. I also remember having my temps taken while over my mother’s lap at the clinic around that time, and then graduating to the exam table around age four through six for the procedure. Rectal temps made me very aware early on that I like objects in my bottom. I recall finding things to put up my butt during nap times as a toddler.

I’ve been a RT enthusiast for most of my life so far.