I recall a time when I was young, around six or seven. I tried to fake being sick, but it was not to get out of going to school or church on Sunday morning just watch cartoons on the TV. I faked being sick to have my temperature taken rectally. I had grown to like the sensations of a well lubricated rectal thermometer being slowly inserted and left in place for a long three minutes. I guess I also just wanted some one on one attention from my mother that day.
I walked up to my mother in the kitchen and said "I don;t feel good, I feel warm". My mother placed her hand on my cheek and forehead. "You feel a little warm, but just stay inside and rest today and you'll be fine" she reasoned. I went away dejected but not deterred. A little while later , I was back. "I think you should take my temperature, I don't feel well." I said.
"Oh all right, go to your room and I'll be up in a little while" she said. I was thrilled and headed straight for my bedroom. My mother came upstairs about 10 minutes later and went into the master bathroom and opened the medicine chest and got the family rectal thermometer, petroleum jelly and bottle of alcohol and some tissues.Mom came into my bedroom with the supplies for the temperature taking and chuckled. "I can see your all ready to have your temperature taken." she said
I was already laying face down with my pants and underwear pulled down, bare-bottomed.
Mom shook down the rectal thermometer and sat down on the bed next to me. She dipped the bulb into the petroleum jelly and spread by buttocks with the fingers of her left hand and moments later, slid the thermometer into the center of my anus and released my buttocks and timed off three minutes with her watch,it felt great. The bulb "tickled " in my rear and I tried to will a fever to happen, but when the rectal thermometer was removed, wiped down and finally read my temperature was normal.
"You little FAKER!" Mom said with a chuckle and swatted up up-turned bottom with her hand, before she pulled up my pants and underpants and told me to go play and that she had a lot to do.
I did not overplay my hand and knew I had dodged a bullet. Any other "sick games" would result in a real spanking and a suppository or enema.