Remembering First Rectal Temp

In Italy it is customary to measure the rectal temperature in infants and children, at least until they learn to hold the thermometer under the armpit. This means that almost all children have proven experience at least once. For this reason, it becomes difficult to remember exactly.

I do not remember my first either but remember many more after lol

Don't remember my first, but remember the rest.

I remeber my first. I was 5 and in the hospital for a tonsillecttomy (sp?). Up to then, all my temps were axillary.

I remember my first temp like it was yesterday. I was 6 and came home from school feeling feverish and out of it. My mom sat me on the toilet and proceeded to take my oral temp. I wasn't concentrating on the thermometer and it slipped out and broke on the floor. My mom came in and said looks like we are going to have to take your temperature in your hiney. At that time I freaked thinking it would hurt like a shot and ran to my bedroom and hid under the bed. She came into my room and said to get up from under the bed. I said no and she said if you don't come up from there I will spank you. I reluctantly came up and she asked me to pull down my PJ's and roll over on my tummy. I watched her very closely, I remember her holding a strange thermometer with a pearshaped tip. On it was a large gob of vaseline, so thick it had a peak on top of it. I had never seen anything like that. I said to her that my butt would spit it out and she proclamed that she would just put it back in. Then she proceeded to part my cheeks and that is when all the fun started. I felt the cold tip of the thermometer hit my anus, which made me tighten up, then proceed to go inside of me. It felt like a large rod being pushed into me. It was icy cold, very irritating (in a good way) with the stiff vaseline on it and felt every line of that thermometer as it dove deep into my butt, I guess it felt like 2-3 inches since it seemed never ending. I had shivers going all the way up my spine. she then said call me when I don't feel it any more that was about 3-5 minutes. She then proceeded to take it out. After the 2-3rd time I was hooked on the heiny variety thermometer with the pear shaped tip.

IT JUST HAPPENED TO ME!!!!! I met a man who said that he would "help me out". When he came over, we had dinner, and then he told me to go take a shower and calm down --- to cover myself with a towel and to lie face down on the bed when I was finished. I lay there for about 10 minutes and I was sort of in a half-sleep when he came into my bedroom and sat down on the bed very close to me. He removes my towel and explains that he must now take my temperature. He says that he needs to take it rectally because that’s how little girls have their temperatures taken. I begin to question him as to why it needs to be taken rectally but he hushes me and tells me to "lie still and be a good little girl". I close my eyes and I feel him put his hand on my buttocks and spread them apart. Oh, it’s cold, as his finger touches my anus. He has some lubricant on his finger and he is massaging it around the outside. As I get used to it, he presses against my anus, and I feel his finger slide in to about the first knuckle. He twists his finger around inside of me, and then he removes it. I feel the tip of the thermometer pressing against my anus and, when the voluntary spasm has passed and the sphincter is relaxed, he slowly slides it in. Once it is in, and I have gotten used to it being there, he twists it between his fingers and moves it in and out. "It’s not so bad, I think…", not wanting to admit that, in a way, it feels good. I and starting to get wet and tingly "down there", and I wonder whether the doctor can see any wetness. I am trying not to press against the bed, but when he moves the thermometer in I can’t help but move with him and press my pelvis (and my clit) against the bed. When the four minutes are up he removes the thermometer. Out of curiosity, I roll over. Glancing at the thermometer, he shakes his head and comments that it is elevated. He looks a bit concerned and his expression concerns me now. I ask him "What do you think is wrong with me? Can you fix it?"

He tells me not to worry my pretty little head…that, yes, he can and will fix it. I am relieved to hear that and I lie back down.

He goes into the bathroom and I hear the water in the sink running. He fills up an ugly red rubber bag with a hose thing attached to it. I think that maybe it is a hot water bottle…oh, that will feel so nice…Mmm…but wait, then, "What is that hose for", I wonder? He walks back to me holding it in his hands and tells me, "Back on your tummy."

I roll over and he slips a big pillow under my hips, raising my bottom up in the air…He reminds me that he is a doctor and this will only make me feel better

in the end…even if it makes me a little uncomfortable at first. He spreads my buttocks and I feel him rubbing the nozzle against my anus. Even though there is still lubricant there from the thermometer, he uses the nozzle to apply more. And then, he slips the nozzle into my anus. It enters fairly easily with all of the lubricant; nonetheless, I am still tense. Almost as soon as it is in I feel the flow of warm water enter me. I know I should be embarrassed but because of the place I have gone in my mind…I don’t worry about those things. I relax under his control and allow myself to be cared for. When the bag is empty and all the water is inside of me, my tummy is bloated and starts to hurt. I don’t need to tell him though. He can see it in my eyes and he rubs my belly with his strong hands…massaging and kneading it…all the while telling me what a good little girl I am and how proud he is of me. He has me turn over on my back and he rubs my tummy some more. He is working in wide circles, and when he is away from my tummy, he strokes his fingertips lightly across my breasts or the inside of my thighs. Then, he returns to a firm massage of my tummy. He puts the pillow under my back and has me raise my knees, with my feet flat on the bed, and spread my legs. He continues his massage but he also uses a hand to stroke my thighs and along my freshly shaven pubic area-occasionally working his finger between my buttocks and "teasing" my anus. I feel something different pressing there, and then I feel it going inside – expanding-and then it’s in. It seems to be "planted" there. His finger trace lightly up along my slit, across my clit, and he resumes the massage of my tummy. What he has put inside of me actually helps me to hold it. I hold it as long as I can but after 10 or 15 minutes I really need to use the bathroom. He knows this and he removes what he told me was a "butt plug" and he helps me up and allows me to go to the bathroom.

Uuunnnhhhh ---- as soon as I sit on the toilet, water and poop start gushing out of me. I hate this! But, no, it is necessary and I feel so good that I am being cleaned. Cramps, poop. More cramps, more poop. I rub my tummy like he did and that really helps. Things are moving now and, after about 15 minutes in the bathroom, I think I am finished. When I stand and start moving around, more cramps. Back on the toilet and there’s more. Another 10 minutes and I can really fell the difference. This time, I know I am finished, and I know that I’ve been cleaned out. I use the washcloth to make sure that I am clean; I even wrap it around my index finger and push it against my anus. I must be clean for him. I must. He expects nothing less of me.

When I return, I feel much better. He knew exactly what I needed. I came out of the bathroom, wearing my panties and a long t-shirt, and he was standing next to the bed. He had the covers turned down for me.

"Now, get into bed and go to sleep", he said. I did as he told me, lying on my side, and he pulled the covers up and tucked me in, then reached over to turn out the light that was on the nightstand. He left my bedroom and pulled the door shut. I fell to sleep in no time.

I awaken to the sound of the phone ringing, it’s late in the morning and I wonder who it could be. I roll over and I must have been in a long deep sleep. The phone was rigning and the clock said 745 - he left about 10PM in the evening. I answered it. The voice on the other end says…"You’ were a good little girl." I recognize it as the doctor’s voice. "Now you know how a good doctor can take care of you . . . I’ll see you again . . . soon." I pause…and look around the room . I know there’s nothing to be said, so I hang up the phone. He is gone, but it wasn’t a dream. I noticed that my t-shirt was well above my hips and that my panties were not on. I feel the slipperiness between my buttocks, the dried semen on my thighs, and the coolness across my shaved pubis, and somehow, I like(d) it . . .

I'm sure jealous of this fellow.

I don't remember, but I think it was the time of my childhood, when I was a little baby! I remember that my grandmother it take the temp rectally and some times in under my arm but rare!

Me laying on my tummy with my pants around my knees.

I was on my tummy with bare bottom.

The first rectal temp i still remember was also my mother taking it, when i had a flu. i was lying on my side and she inserted the lubricated glass thermometer for around 4 minutes. she was holding it in place during the whole procedure... i might have been around 4 or 5...

my temp was also taken rectally before that age, but i cannot remember...

In the hospital as a young boy.

First remember it when I was 4 or 5 on a bed at home.

The last time i can remember mine being taken was when i was in my teens i had to go to the hospital. I was laying on my side and they told me they were going to take my temperature. I was expecting the oral thermometer, then in a heart beat before I was able to say anything one nurse pulled down my boxers, one separated my cheeks, the doctor put the thermometer in and I cummed but the nurse was expecting something and had held a cup to me penis. It was the most enjoyable moment of my life

My 1st rectal temp experience that i remember was when i was 4 or 5. i was in a hospital for 2 weeks, had my tonsils taken out & was sharing a room with at least 10 other kids who were all older than me & who got their temps taken orally. i begged the nurses to let me take it that way too but they made me roll over with my bare ass 4 everyone to see, around the clock, taking my temp in my butthole. all the other kids made it a point to watch each time, it was so embarrassing i remember everything like it was yesterday.

The first rectal temp I can remember was at 4, when I was put over Mom's lap and my PJ's were pulled down. I remember Mom always lubricated the thermometer with Pond's Cold Cream. She stopped just before I turned 6, but rectal temps in any hospital situation pediatrics unit continued until age 13.

I don't remember the first time my temperature was taken rectally, but more than likely it was done at home. I can remember one instance where my mother took it while I lying on the sofa in the living room. Didn't like it at all. I also remember having it taken rectally at our pediatrician's when I was maybe five. They gave me a shot in the rump just before the r/t and I must have associated the sting of the needle with the thermometer. I cried the whole time it was registering.

I vivdly remember the last time I had it taken rectally during a doctor visit. When I was seven, I came down with an ear infection and for some reason our pediatrician couldn't see us that day. We ended up going to our neighborhood doctor who lived down the street from us. I figured he'd write a prescription for ear drops and that would be it but no, the nurse announced she was going to take my temperature - rectally. I immediately grew apprehensive, afraid it would hurt. The next thing I knew, my pants and briefs were pulled down, I lay on the examining table and the thermometer was inside me. Much to my surprise, it didn't hurt at all. It felt wonderful. I didn't look to see if the nurse was holding the thermometer, but judging from the incredible sensation I was feeling, she probably was. My breathing grew heavy as I concentrated on this new sensation. All too soon it was over the thermometer was withdrawn. The doctor wrote a prescription and we were on our way. Much to my dismay, I never had it taken rectally at the doctor's again, although I often wonder if my request would have been granted, had I asked.

My first knowledge that a temperature was determined by sliding a vaseline coated thermometer into a hiney hole was when I was 4 years old. My sister, 6 years older me (10), and I were determined to need our tonsils removed in 1958. If you had to many ear aches, this was the answer, apparently. For our parents convenience, we were in the same hospital room together. She was modest as I did not get to see her change into a jonny. Her curtain was closed. When it was my turn to be undressed, the nurse had me stand in my stocking feet on the bed. She pulled my top off. Then my pants. I had my undies and socks on and she laid me on my back on the bed to take them off. First my socks with my feet pointing flat up to the ceiling. She tickled the bottoms after each sock was removed. I giggled. This was fun so far. Next, she had me raise my butt and off was coming my underwear. I noticed my sister was sitting up in her bed kinda scared but was watching as the nurse took off my underpants and saw my butt hole, balls and penis. I had a stripe in the pants and the nurse pushed my legs bent at the knees with my feet in one of her hands and wiped me wih a cloth. I saw I had not wiped to well last time I took a BM. Now is the fun part. I whined that my sister got to see me naked but i didn't get to see her. The nurse agreed and said I could watch her have her first temperature taken. I thought that was no big deal as I saw other kids at school have their temp taken by holding a glass rod in their mouth. The nurse told my sister to roll over on to her belly. My sister said no, apparently she knew more than I did about having to roll over, as she wanted her temp taken orally, not rectally. The nurse said that is not allowed as some kids have accidently swallowed the glass thermometer and its not a safe method for that reason. Being only 10 and not wanting to disobey a nurse, she rolled over and pulled the jonny closed so her ass was covered. The nurse then picked me up and placed my little body near the end of my sisters bed. She open the jonny and there was my sister nice ass clenched closed. I was really interested in watching this but I don't know why. I think my penis got hard. Anyway, the nurse takes a thermometer out of a vial that had gel on it and it has a big dollop on the bulb tip. There are 2 thermometers in the vial and I soon learn the other is for me. So the nurse, bare handed in those days, spreads my sisters ass cheeks apart with one hand and inserts the thermometer with the other. This is really a learning experience as I can see everything. Her anus reacted when touched with the cool vaseline and it opened up, it looked like. And, I got to see my first pussy slit a little. She cried a little and the nurse rubbed her ass and cooed her to be calm for 4 minutes. The nurse pushed the thermometer in deeper and let her cheeks close on it. It stay in nicely. After a while, the nurse spread her cheeks again and withdrew the thermometer. She looked at it nd it was smeared a little with some bm. She wiped it off and the tissue was brown streaked. She said we would both be getting an enema anyway so it was okay to have a bm first. I didn't know what she was talking about. My sister had a normal temp. Thn I was returned to my bed and it was my turn. I was okay about having it done and actually didn't mind. I think I was an anal guy already. More to be posted later about the enemas we got and more real life anal episodes in life.

Rfoxey

Wow what a great story rfoxey. cant wait to hear more from ya about your hospital stay

please continue soon

The first time I remember having my rectal temp taken was when i was about 3 maybe. The doctor had me over her lap and she spread my cheeks and stuck the thermometer in and I remember I didn't like the feeling so I squirmed and begged her to take it out.

I was 4 and we had rcently moved to a country where it is common from a place where it wold be unimaginable 😉 hence the thrill

I don't remember my first, I was probably too young, but the first one I remember was when I was 7 or 8. My mom had already switched me to oral temps, but if I protested, she would say "If you don't let me use the big girl thermometer, I'll have to get the baby one!". I knew what that meant, so I usually caved in. But one day I guess I was being particularly ornery, so she sat down on the toilet, yanked my pj bottoms down and pulled me over her lap. I started crying then, begging her to let me use the oral one, promising I would never make a fuss about it again, but to no avail. The cool glass rod ended up in my little bum anyway.

I remember a lot of rectal temps during my childhood taken by my mom and at the paediatrician. however i cannot remember "a first rectal temp" since my temp was taken like that since i was a baby.

I remember rectal temps during my childhood taken by my mom and at the pediatrician.

Sorry to say i cant remember my first... but i love remebering my last! 😃

john

Must mean your wife is now playing john ... so great to hear and have fun! 😃

Dearest Kim!

I sorry to report it was self administerd the wife is still happily clueless... 😃

I remember several at home and at the drs. office when I was little. Youngest probably around 3 or 4 years old. The nurse at the drs office would ask my mom "Oral or rectal?" Rectal was always her reply up until around 6 or 7.

The first vivid memeory I have of a rectal temp was at age 4. it was a routine doctor visit and I recall a dark haired nurse taking my pants and shorts down before rolling me over on my stomach to take my temp. I think one reason I remember so well is the nurse was very nice to me and explained everthing she was doing directly to me and not my mom.

I have a vague memory of being in the doctors office when I was 3, maybe younger. I was on lying on my belly and remember the feeling of the thermometer inside me and remember looking at the door of the exam room. I remember a few others at the doctors office until I was 7 and more at home until I was a bit older.