Anticipation of getting your temperature taken rectally

For me, the anticipation of getting my temperature taken was more of a turn on then actually getting it taken. I remember my babysitter telling me to go upstairs, take my pants off, lay down on my bed and wait for her. I remember her walking in with the thermometer and the jar of Vaseline. Watching her shake down the thermometer and lube it up excited me more than the actual insertion. What did your caregiver do or say that excited you in anticipation of getting your temperature taken?

"Let's find out what your temperature is now" was always a powerful phrase that I sometimes heard!

Very true

I definitely agree. The anticipation is of getting the temp taken rectally is just great. It makes me nervous, uncomfortable, curious, feeling weird, but somehow also good. Hard to explain. But I love this feeling!

When I turned 5 years old, they started taking me to a different exam room at the children's clinic. I guess it was for children ages 7-12 and up. I remember the young nurse in there had a student assistant with her in training. The nurse took all my clothes off but my Spyderman underwear, and went through the usual rundown of listening to my heart and checking my eyes, ears, etc. She asked my mom briefly about my age, to which she answered "five". The nurse instantly told the assistant to go down the hall and get a rectal thermometer and Vaseline......."he's not ready for oral just yet", she told my Mom. All this sent my heart racing a mile a minute. I hadn't had my rectal temperature taken in months, and I had it in my mind that I was a big boy now. Yet here I was, pondering the fact that, in a few short moments, my legs would be raised, butt exposed to pretty nurses, and a thermometer inserted deep up my rectum. I usually cried when it happened, but I didn't this time. It didn't hurt either, and I just layed there and enjoyed the weird sensation when she stuck it in.

For me, the anticipation of getting my temperature taken was more of a turn on then actually getting it taken.

Agree, barring of the bottom by my mom, a nurse or other family member was the best part!.

I actually enjoyed the sensations of my temp being taken. Preparing the thermometer got me going, but the insertion was better.

The thought of rectal temps are intriguing at best and for me it would be the embarrassment and the being forced to submit that would be arousing. I would enjoy it as part of play definitely. I think haha

Well said shy ness

The anticipation for me began far before the actual time of the temperature being taken. Knowing the night before that I was to have a checkup, had me thinking about it in bed, in the car on the way to the doctor, etc. That was heightened once I was in the waiting room and even more so when called back to the room with my mother, which continued well into my teens. It was a countdown at that point. Height, weight, blood pressure and then the butterflies were in full flight as the nurse walked to the counter and got the thermometer and opened the drawer to get the vaseline. Once she walked back, I was told to turn on my tummy for her. My mother continued her conversation with her as I submitted to her. from that moment, I had zero control and was submissive completely.

It has always been about anticipation for me as a child, teen or adult but the nature of that anticipation has changed to some degree. When younger and going to the pediatrician, the dread of seeing the doctor almost always outweighed the brief but embarrassing moment when my rectal temperature was taken, and always by the nurse with my parent there. The number one fear was having to get a shot. In teen years, the temp part now turned to major embarrassment and a realization that there is a lot of exposure during an exam and more "investigation" of body parts than I wished to experience along with the occasional injection. Now, as an adult, the entire exam experience is a mix of anticipation but marked body awareness and realization that more happens such that at the end I have been thoroughly gone over and it all started with, "Let's get your temp dear."

Like you, Julie, my overwhelming fear when young was getting a shot - especially where I would get it - but my attitude has now reversed.

Nick

I remember my aunt coming into the room with the rectal thermometer and small jar of Vaseline. I knew what was about to happen.

When my mom would tell me that she was goiing to take my temp and she would leave my room to get the thermometer, I would get butterflies with anxious anticipation. It always made it so much better.

I have to admit, that I do not really like having my temperature taken rectally. My hubby likes to take it that way, seams to be a big turn on for him. So we have some kind of agreement that he can take my temp once a week without asking for permission. I‘m rather sure this is even more of a turn on for him. So despite not like him to stick a thermometer up my behind I really like being the reason for him getting horny 😃

That‘s why being told that he is going to take my temperature is a two sided thing to me. On the one hand is the anticipation of the dreaded procedure on the other side there is this tingling sensation of surender and seduction. I would never admit it but for the anticipation I kinda like RTs

Lianne, my husband and I only used to take each other's rectal temperatures if one of us felt ill. With this COVID, we take ours every day- twice. Even so, the anticipation is still there, especially if we have company over and have to excuse ourselves for a few minutes. You can bet that one of us comes back with a very red face, especially before 6PM dinnertime!

@ruthiney: I am very glad mine hadn't come to the idea that for the reason of covid a daily measurement could be necessary. If my temp is elevated we agreed that hubby can take my temp as often as he want's until I have normal temp on two upcoming days. So this not being a great pleasure it is normaly over after a few days. Having this done an a daily basis - simply horrifing.

For me the anticipation of having my temperature taken rectally changed over the years. It started when I was 11 and it was always a dreaded feeling of having to turn over or bend over for the doctor or one of his nurses to take my temperature. I was embarrassed and didn’t care for the feeling. My embarrassment only got worse from age 13 to 14 as I was beginning to develop and it bothered me when the doctor or his male nurse would take my temperature. From 14 to 17 it’s hard to explain, I still didn’t like it but the way I felt, it was like I looked forward to it. Its the reason I like to roleplay and relive some of those experiences and feelings.

Liane, like a lot of other things, you get used to rectal temperatures. Mom always took our rectally, even in high school- and beyond. Mom was a pediatric nurse and that's how it was done in the hospital, tot to teen. Although I had my temp taken rectally at home, I still remember blushing when the nurse came into my hospital room to take my temp. I was almost 15, at the time and had my appendix taken out. My room mate was 2 years older and she also was red faced the first few temp times. But, we sort of got used to it.

I wish i could experience that feeling.

Oh my lady! You’ve never experienced the procedure?

You’re on your tummy, your panties are lowered your butt cheeks are spread and a well greased thermometer is inserted in into your rectum until time to remove it .

Having my temp taken back in the 50's was a humiliating experience; then later arousing. My family physician{s) could be termed a medical family. Early on when growing up most visits to the doctor for check-ups and illness required full nudity. Young boys were afforded little dignity back in those days. As I have related in other posts; my doc was old school and was married to a former army nurse. She looked the part. I'm sure that woman could spit nails into a 2x4.

Early exams were with one of my parents present. Later on when I was 10 or 11; I was considered by her to be a “big boy” and shouldn't need a parent present. My parents complied. That woman would take me to the exam room where I was told to undress. I tried keeping my underpants on only once; and to no avail. When she said undress, she meant it. My temp was taken while I was standing on the scales, being weighed and my height checked. with me standing up; she would very unceremoniously spread my ass cheeks and drive the Vaseline coated thermometer home. I was then told to “hold it in there, and don't touch it.” No easy task for a young boy trying to stand straight up and maintain dignity at the same time! Her army efficiency maybe?

Later on, the doc passed away and his son took over the practice. I thought the procedures would change. Nope. The only thing that changed was his nurse mother would no longer do anything but lead me to the exam room and instruct me to "take everything off." Then, she left. When the younger doc (the son) entered the room I was nude. No gown; nothing. Without any bias, hate, or prejudice; I will just put it out there. He was gay. My pre-exam interview, vitals and the head-to-toe exam, and eventual post exam comments/recommendations were done with me naked. About 45 to 60 minutes worth. Sometimes, my temp was taken on my side; but most often I was on the exam table in the knee chest position. He would wipe off any excess Vaseline. I was always scheduled late in the day. When I left the office it was empty. Nobody. He would lead me to the door, unlock it, and out I went until the next appointment.

I must add that I miss those exams and always looked forward to them. By the time we reached the grand finale; the hernia and prostate exams; I was oozing. I miss that doc a lot.

I would lay down on my stomach, while my girlfriend would go to the bathroom to get the thermometer. She would return, shake it down, and cover it with Vaseline. The process alone, got me going. By the time that she slowly slid it in, I was in heaven. I could always feel the thermometer in place, and the etched numbers would make me tingle, when she would slightly adjust it.

Anticipation at some point takes over whether it be on the way to my doctor or while in the exam room. The latter moment is the most intense as I scan the room and search for the RT. By the time the nurse enters the room, my heart is clearly racing and I feel myself squirm on the table and feel vulnerable sitting there in just my briefs. Then the dreaded words, “I see your scheduled for a full exam today. I need to take your temperature, let's have you lay back and turn over.” Suddenly the reality of what might happen is now at hand as my briefs are being lowered. “You know to relax,” as the nurse parts my cheeks wide and then without any hesitation, the insertion takes place. My cheeks clench as I feel the full length of the thermometer nesting inside me.

I am well into my 70's but still enjoy rectal temps with my partner, soon to be my wife. This harmless fetish been there since I was a boy lying face down on the exam table at the doctor's office in front of a pretty nurse. The enjoyment and anticipation of the experience is even stronger now. My partner understands completely and it turns her on just as much as it does me. We sometimes take turns playing doctor and nurse and never plan to outgrow it.

For me and my male childhood friend, when we played doctor, it was always the anticipation of the insertion, as well as what the reading would be after the 3 to 5 minutes, while it was in your butt. And at the real doctors if you would get a shot after the thermometer was removed.

I remember the anticipation before my mom took my temperature, lying there without pants waiting for her to return from the bathroom with the thermometer.

My next door neighbor is a female RN and I once was confined to bed due to a virus and after my wife called her she came over and with my wife viewing us she did a rectal temp on me with my pajama bottom and briefs pulled down just below my cheeks my front genitals covered from her sight. I Even a senior male developed a erection due to the embarassment and my clothing pinned to my penis. Quite a experience. Fretter

The anticipation was the best part. I was told to pull down my pants & lay on my side. I could hear the thermometer being prepped in the bathroom across the hall… then entering my room , the shaking down of the thermometer and being told to pull my knees up…. It was sensory overload as a kid