Enemas and rectal thermometers. Were you fascinated by one or both?

@Sandi, I liked to use such items as large pen caps in my bottom. When I got to be about 10 my mother took a day job and I had a few hours to play after school. That is when I started using a bulb for enemas. I would like to have someone else to share this kink.

Rectal temps and enemas were the norm for me growing up and there were no options. As a child, I hated and dreaded both so there was no sneaking into the medicine cabinet to get the gear out myself.

I can remember enjoying having my Rectal temperature taken from my earliest experiences. My enemas came a few years later but having a nice cold slippery rectal thermometer stuck into my bottom before my enema is given is my favorite scenario. I love how it feels gently slipping into my rectum, and the feeling of it quickly warming up. It has always amazed me how such a small instrument can impart such wonderful feelings. Whenever I have a Female partner to play with I always start our "Playing Doctor" sessions by taking her Temperature in the most accurate way. 😃

AG

I was afraid of breaking the thermometer, so I left it alone!

For myself theres no comparison....My mother determined what was best & even though I grew accustomed to feelings of having something placed in the bum when off colour, the thermometer was mainly used to check for high body temp or fever conditions with fluctuation....Moreover it would be out with the enema equipment....to me they produced lethal stiffies...the type that were not only hard to hide but wouldn't go away....At & by the onset of puberty & if she had left the vicinity to clean up I'd hump the living daylights out of the mattress in those moments holding the soapy water....and yes, there were some close calls.

The difficulty there was to reach under the edge of my bed & quickly grab an old T shirt...fumble like crazy to wrap it around that turgid shaft ....roll over face down....humping my brains out till the spasms throbbed along my rigid dick...breath shortening to an almost standstill....legs quivering with sheer excitement....then squirt !!...squirt !!..squirt !!...squirt !!...running creamy sticky liquid in what felt like a warm wet thick silky puddle....Often imagining that vaseline slickened black nozzle squirting its contents into me as I lost it.

The odd occasion where circumstances prevented that ...I would up & make a quick exit towards the dunny clutching myself through my pyjamas...barely reaching the door before starting to squirt inside my pants...everything just happened at once !!...The belly ache coming on...seat down,like super fast...barely just settled...simply couldn't hold back...looking down between my legs & there it was pumping out in copious quantity....dick jerking about in the process....relief that I made it in the nick of time !!

And if that didn't go as planned (not always that easy to forestall)... it was a case of gripping my new best friend as best as I could...not unlike double jeopardy in a way....knowing it was a matter of time before everything came undone...jetting out with intermittent spurts.... "friend" bobbing about... jerking....aching....throbbing...spraying gluey driplets across my inner thighs....warm fluid cascading down.... trying to squeeze my backside all to no avail....the enema solution let its presence be felt... forcing its way forth in no uncertain terms.

What could add to those moments was having to reach forward for the loo paper to clean up my mess...being bent forward another wave often hit....Only to have to get it together pronto as another torrent swept down with little warning...lesson learnt !!

To my young mind nothing could do that so rapidly like the onslaught of a very warm soapy Enema....dismantling the psyche so completely in the doing.

Rectal temps were taken often. If a fever was present an enema followed. Being the enema slut that I am I used to take the thermometer out and rub it on the sheet to show an elevated temperature, and a resulting enema. Mom never figured it out, so I had quite a few enemas growing up.

I did get my temperature taken rectally, but, no, I didn't try it on my own. There was no reason for me to do that.

C.

Fascinated is almost too mild a word. I find rectal thermometers and enema equipment to be highly erotic. I suppressed this out of necessity while I was in practice but no longer. I stared at the family thermometer and enema bag as a kid. That was before I began using it on myself by 8 or 10. During the time I lived along while in college and medical school I took my temperature and gave myself enemas several times a week. Still would if I was in a position to do so now.

I also used Bagman925's trick of elevating temp buy rubbing the thermometer on the sheet. If it went too high I just shook it down a bit. One time though Mom came in before there was a chance to adjust it and it was high enough for a doctor's visit. When he took it, it was normal and I panicked a bit. Not to worry though--whatever was going around then had symptoms of spiking temperature. A prescription was ordered and a cool enema if the temp spiked again. As we were going to leave the good doctor advised "Meantime keep his bowels open. Give him a soap and water enema when you get home" I had a thorough cleaning out that afternoon.

Rectal temps. were always done on the bed; the reading resulted in the over-lap enema in the bathroom.

I was fascinated by any type of rectal stimulation. Our rectal thermometer was always right there in the medicine cabinet, along side the jar of vaseline and the suppositories. I frequently put it to good use as I was growing up. When I was young I just enjoyed the feeling. When I reached puberty I found having something in my butt enhanced my orgasms. Too bad at some point we usually get transferred to the oral thermometers. I put it off as long as I could but by 7 or 8 mom and the nurses always used oral ones.

Rectal thermometers are where it all started for me. From the time I was a baby until I was probably 5 or 6, it was nothing but rectal for me at home. My mom was in the business of babysitting when I was real young as well, and often was very curious to watch what was happening whenever she would need to check another kids temperature. I remember asking for RT's again when i was probably 8 or 9, but mom said that I was too old, and wouldn't do it. From that age on, until I was probably 16 or 17, I would take my own rectal temperature, very frequently. I never received my first enema until i was probably 18 or 19, and that was self-administered. From then on, I take somewhat frequent enema's...although not frequent enough, and they're always given right after a rectal temperature has been taken. I have been lucky enough to share this with two different females, one who had very negative feelings towards anything to do with her rectum due to a bad experience with a suppository at a young age, and the other who was very open to the idea, having RT's as a kid, and was curious to experience an enema. To this day, I can't help but get a little excited whenever I see a rectal thermometer... that's where it all started from.

Enemas and rectal temperatures go together so well.

Having my temperature taken rectally at age 7 was my first erotic experience. I was taken to the doctor by my grandmother. Prior to seeing the doctor, a nurse in starched whites made me strip to my shorts and get on all fours on the exam table. I had no idea what was she was going to do. I saw that she had a tube of something in her hand. She lubricated the thermometer, and then with a single swift motion she pulled down the shorts in the back and pushed the thermometer into my rectum and then pulled the shorts back up to hold it in place. She must have had a lot of practice. That experience was thrilling, and I've always been interested in anything to do with my anus and rectum since then. It wasn't long till I was sneaking enemas.

I never really understood why my mother always took my rectal temperature after sentencing me, I mean telling me I was getting an enema. It went something like this.

"Aren't you feeling well honey." mom would ask with the obvious hidden agenda.

"No."

"Oh that's too bad. Well I think I will give you an enema."

"Gee. There's a surprise." I would sarcastically think to myself.

"But before I give you an enema I am going to take your temperature."

It was like mom was second guessing her own diagnosis. Or needed to have some hard facts to justify ramming the enema nozzle up my butt. Which of course she never needed since she handed enemas out like band aids in our house.

But a rectal temperature was going to happen. Now my mother liked to play games when she took my temperature. As I layer over her lap face down naked. She would hold the thermometer in the air like an airplane and land it in my bottom.

"Oh the plane landed in a tunnel." she would sing song say as she pushed the thermometer into my tunnel...ah...bottom.

"How long is the plane going to be grounded mom?"

"She would stare at her imaginary watch on her wrist. "Just a few minutes."

I would stare down at the floor pinned to my mom's knees with a thermometer. After a few minutes, the thermometer would be with drawn and my mother would announce another revelation.

"See. You do need an enema you have a fever." It was announced almost gleefully by my mom who cantonized, herself, for being so correct in her diagnosis and treatment.

Where do you think mom's learned all this stuff? I mean my mom was downright spooky. She could predict the future and diagnosis me with just a look. And, the cure was always an enema. Gad. How did the women do it?

I was ten when I spent two days on the boys Ward of the local hospital. Rectal temperature were taken like every hour. The staff would come in ,slide tubes in all the boys . I was in bed 12 so my naked butt was exposed longer than anyone else on the Ward. That did not bother me as boys learned to swim nude at the YMCA at that time. I was the only boy to get an enema during the visit. As a 10 year old boy I was given a full two quarts soap suds enema. I was than placed on a bedpan. The other boys did find that interesting.

Temps every hour? That's overkill.

Interesting.

That is something I have done many times. I was a kind of anal erotic kid so I have tried every medical instrument available for anal play... ;-)

I didn't receive enemas as a child, but the rectal thermometer was a commonly known instrument in our home.

By the time I was 8 or 9 I insisted that I was mature enough to have my temperature taken orally, but I still secretly played with the rectal thermometer on my own.

I always objected to the suppositories. I hated the burning sensations. I subversively enjoyed most everything else about them though, i.e. the preparation, the check for impaction with a lubed finger, the anticipation, the insertion, and the relief.

At first I hated both, especially RTs as I was subjected to them fairly often. Then something must have happened...

I enjoy the feel of a rectal thermometer but it is just not in the same league as a hot soapy enema delivered with a nice fat nozzle.

My step mom was a big believer in rectal temps. Loved standing there watching her shaking it down and then having her smile at me and tell me to lay over her knee. If a towel and her pink bag were laying on the bed I knew what was coming next

My mom was a big believer in enemas, growing up they were considered to be good preventive medicine. I didnt so much enjoy them, but worse yet was when mom and her GF next door talked about them in front of me like it was nothing. I recall one time i was getting one when the lady next door just walked in the house and into the bathroom watching mom give me the enema. That was sooo embarasing

Sis & I always had our temps taken rectally over Mom or Grandma's lap when younger, and in knee/chest on our beds when older. Unlike our enemas which were given twice weekly together in Gram's bathroom, rectal temps were done solo as needed to diagnose illness. Also, unlike our enemas, for which we were totally naked, rectal temps might be naked, or just with underpants/panties pulled down. I don't recall ever getting a RT before an enema just for the sake of the RT. If the RT fpr illness showed a fever, however, a 2 or 3 enemas series almost always followed immediately or later that day. As for being naked for our enemas, looking back I think Gram liked to be sure she gave us enough to produce a nice distention.

As for enema equipment:

Would not say fascinated. More curious, and a little scared.

Even when I was 4 and in the lead up to the enema, Dad(Who was my only parent) sat me down and explained what was going to happen. He let me handle the bulb. It took me a couple of minutes before I was even willing to touch it.

I loved getting RTs

On this subject, it occurred to me that I have a lab. thermometer, which is about the diameter of a pencil. It's at least as durable as the older, rectal thermometers. Anyone have thoughts on this?

Well, my thoughts are...sounds wonderful. My butt is so stretched that my normal RT is almost "unfelt". You Lab Temp sounds great! --is there room for batteries?

the boxcar

Terragon-- the fever thermometer, whether oral or rectal, has a way of breaking the mercury column so that you can keep the reading until the next time you shake it down. The lab thermometer will change readings as the temperature surrounding it changes. In other words, when you pull it out, it will read the ambient temperature in the room and you will not know what your temperature is.

hankb