I had a period when I was 10 that I got rectal temps. I was staying at my grandmas for the summer and was mainly bored with no other kids around. My grandma and her friend would meet for gossip and coffee at the fence below my window. for 2 or 3 days in a row, the subject of my lethargy and crankiness was discussed.
On the third morning a third neighbor lady, Mrs Jolly joined the women. When told of my malady, Mrs Jolly immediately suspected that the reason I was out of sorts was that I was severely constipated. To be certain, she offered to 'have a look' at me. My grandma quickly agreed. Soon I heard both ladies tromping up the stairs to where I was resting.
I was told to take down my pants and shorts and lay on my tummy. My temperature was taken rectally then without as much as a word. Mrs Jolly asked me a bunch of questions, then felt my belly. She then asked my grandma if she had a rubber glove and Vaseline for a rectal exam. both ladies left for a bit, but soon returned. Mrs Jolly was now wearing a long orange pair of Playtex dishwashing gloves. She lubed up her finger with a glob of Vaseline and sat on the bed next to me.
She then asked my grandma to hold my bottom open. That was incredibly embarrassing to have my granny pulling my reddening cheeks wide apart while her friend poked around with those rough dishwashing gloves in my young, tender bottom.
She actually took her time and loosened me up a bit before she slid a finger in full length. I gasped and she thought she hurt me, I said it was ok, and she dug around for what seemed forever, but was probably less than a full minute. It made me rock hard.
The 3 ladies than gathered back at the fence for a 'consultation'. It was quickly summized and agreed that I was constipated and needed something right now to 'clean me out'. The other neighbor offered a laxative but was rebuffed by Mrs Jolly who insisted I have an enema. I was unsure of their final decision because I was in the bathroom . I'd went, but a couple of small, round pieces hadn't flushed down.
My grandma spotted those and asked about them. She wouldn't believe that there had been much more and told me she was going to go to town with my brother. I was then told that while they were gone, Mrs Jolly would be coming over to give me an enema. She told me to be a good boy and cooperate, or I'd just have to have more.
I was embarrassed, but cooperative as Mrs Jolly gave me another rectal temp and two large soapy enemas, then a large rinse enema. It was incredibly hot and I wish I could do it again