Most memorable rectal temps as a kid

@ruthiney

did you watch your roommates temp be taken?

I was about 10 and was going through the admission process which for pediatric patients in this particular hospital required a number of stations to be seen in, and everyone involved the taking of your rectal temperature.

A gaggle of young male and female patients with parents waiting and then being called.

No real privacy as the “room” had no door and most of the kids waiting, got to see the girls’ dresses pushed up and the mostly white panties yanked down. This indignation befell the boys too as their pants and underpants came down. Of course you got to see the thermometer after being shaken down, sent up the behinds of both boys and girls. Some loudly squawked and balked but they still as I did on my turn get a rectal temperature taken while mom and nurse chatted!

Finally on the 4th floor again, the ritual was repeated, but this time at least for me, I was getting it taken as a nurse instructed her students on the procedure which started by her forcefully pulling my pants and underwear down together damn near pulling me off the table! Seconds later after really giving the thermometer a good shaking down which she verbally instructed her charges on, held it up and read it. The nuances of the mercury column and the numbers and markings followed and then the deed! Instructing again verbally, the students listened as my butt cheeks were parted and the thermometer was slowly inserted in my rectum for about three minutes.

As I laid there, the thermometer well inserted in my bottom I heard my mother ask the nurse to briefly step out of the room. It was not long, they returned, the nurse removed and read the thermometer and showed her students how to read the column of mercury. Next she slowly pulled my underwear and pants back up and my Mother helped me off the table.

Finally I was brought to my room where once changed into pajamas, and now in my bed a young nurse entered the room. The nurse who saw us into the room began some paperwork. The new arrival learned my name and asked me to turn over. I complied, heard the sound I had in every station. The rapid wrist snap of shaking the the thermometer down. Seconds later I was again bare bottomed, my pajamas and underwear lowered and the feeling of my buttocks being spread and the thermometer going into my rectum. Every four hours.

This would be done numerous times in the few days I was hospitalized.

What I learned days later at home, was my Mother laid into the instructor nurse who as my Mother said, handled me roughly in her taking of my temperature almost pulling me off the table.

That same nurse was the one who also gave me the two buttocks injections ( muscle relaxants) in preparation for my minor surgery. They hurt like hell too!

The rectal thermometer got a real workout when I was 9 and quite ill and feverish ( 102F +) with gastroenteritis. Per Dr. It was done every 3 hours from 8AM to 8PM. the Dr. did it on the AM house call--my Dad did the other “readings”. I was really feverish so all I had on were briefs. Per Dr.: Me gently otk/ briefs lowered below my butt. No Vaseline - some kind of slippery hand lotion was smeared on the bulb end…I wasn't thrilled with it…it was mildly embarrassing as I “dreaded” anyone seeing my small “white” bare butt…

I was in Hospital and laying in bed with a nurse taking my temperature in my bottom and I looked across at the doorway to see a girl from my class at school staring in at my bare bottom with the thermometer sticking out. I realized she had seen the whole procedure including the insertion and was embarrassed but also excited.

I can’t recall if I was sick or just acting odd but I remember when I was 2-3 my parents picking me up from my grandparents and saying “oooh when we get home we’re gonna take your temperature!” and winked at me. I think this was the first time I heard the word temperature but i certainly got the idea and said “noo!” But alas it was no use- I don’t remember a lot of that afternoon but I distinctly remember laying on my back over both parents laps on the couch as a glass thermometer was held in place, they passed me back and forth pulling the thermometer out slightly and reinserting. It felt like an eternity and it caused me to have gas… this stuck with me for awhile.

The most impressive was when I saw it by a schoolfriend of mine

The most impressive was when I saw it by a schoolfriend of mine

@Lara88, I think we would all enjoy reading more details of the experience with your school friend!

@lara 88 How did you get to be allowed to look at your friend's measurements

When I was little my grandma babysat me when I was sick so my mom could continue working. my grandma would take my rectal temperature every 2 hours starting right when mom left she always took it over her lap I always liked it when she took it she was so gentle with me

@MarcNY oh my god your so lucky that every time you went to the doctors you knew right away that you will get a therkoneter in your butt….we’re you excited knowing you were going to the doctor?? Or were you afraid going to the doctor ??? What did your parents say when you were on your belly with underwear around your ankles?? What did it feel like when the thermometer penetrated your butthole?? lol

The one that most sticks in my memory is when I was 7. I'd had a sore throat and our GP stopped by after dinner. He had looked at my throat and ears. He was sitting on a chair in our small living room and my parents sat on the sofa across the room. I was in my tidy whities. He told me to turn around and bend over, which I did. Then in a flash I felt my undies pulled down, my cheeks spread and a cold glass slick thermometer slid into my fanny. I was surprised beyond belief but before I could react he told me to stand up. I stood there looking at my folks with the thermometer in my bottom as the doctor made small talk with them. After what seemed like an eternity he slid the thermometer out and told me to pull up my shorts. He proceeded to write a prescription so in spite of the embarrassment it could have been a penicillin shot…way worse!!

I only remember having my temp taken rectally once.I must of been sick and my mom took to the Dr not sure how old I would have been not very old maybe between 5 to 7 anyway the nurse couldn't get me to hold the thermometer under my tongue correctly and decided she was going to take it in my butt I remember this part still very well I was fussing and complaining and ended up being held by my mom over her lap then the nurse pulling my pants and underwear down and my mom telling me to stop squirming around then my cheeks spread cold Vaseline being put on my anus then the thermometer going in then the nurses hand over my butt holding the thermometer in I was to little to know what a erection was but it made me get really hard then it was done I think ended up getting a shot I don't really remember that but I can still remember the thermometer in my ass

Hospital ER age 4. Diaper position. Fought it butt to no avail 🍑🌡

My two most memorable rectal temperatures happened when I was four or five and within two hours of each other.

My mom (also my pediatrician) was out of town and I was left with a 12 year old babysitter and her mom. Of course I got sick.

My babysitter's mom was at work so my mom was called for advice.

Mom told Janet (not her real name) to take me across the street to our house and take my temperature. I loved her like a big sister so I gave her minimal fuss when she pulled my pants down and took my temperature, a rarity because just then because I was at the age were I thought I was too “big” to get my temperature in my butt.

What stands out now is that after Janet read the thermometer she did not pull my jeans back up. Instead she took them OFF and changed me into fresh underwear and elastic waist corduroys. I even remember the color. They were green. I am sure that mom had told her that if I had a fever to change me into those pants. They would be easier to pull down and up than futzing with zippers and buttons. It was providential for what was to come.

Knowing that my babysitter could not drive, mom told her to take me to a retired school nurse who lived a couple of doors down from the elementary school several blocks away. We walked the few blocks.

It was an old house with a side door down a long driveway. A very old woman answered the door. The door opened into a bedroom which was set up as an examination room similar to my mom's office rooms.

The nurse put me on the table, took my shirt, shoes and socks off and did the normal stuff. Ears, nose, throat and listen to chest. Then she went to a desk and wrote some things on a tablet. I was thinking: Okay. This is over.

Not by a longshot.

She came back to the table and instead of getting me dressed, she laid me back on the table and took my pants completely off. Now I was completely naked. I was starting to panic. “What are you going to do?” All she said was “Just relax” as she rolled me over on my stomach and went to the cabinets. I was sure I was getting a shot.

When she turned around she had the BIGGEST thermometer I had ever seen! It had a HUGE pear shaped bulb and was much larger than any my mom had ever taken my temperature with. I have since learned that it was likely from the teens or twenties. Thermometers were much bigger in those days.

I started yelling “Janet just took my temperature. Don't take it again!”

She came to the table, spead my buttocks and with me still complaining stuck this thing up my butt.

I waited until she turned her back and I pushed. The thermometer fell out with “clink”.

She came back, scooped me off the table, grabbed the thermometer and started shaking it like she wanted to kill it and me. She sat down in a chair, put me over her lap and stuck it back in. I pitched a fit. By now I was mad and crying at being handled so.

She had had enough. She took the thermometer out and stood me in front of her. “Little man, I have had enough of your foolishness. I am GOING to take your temperature whether you like it or not! Do you want a spanking AND your temperature or just your temperature? It is up to you." She waited.

“Just my temperature” I finally said.

When we left her house I was never so happy to get out of anywhere as I was that day. It was over. Or so I thought.

Janet had to take me back two days later for a followup.

The nurse told Janet “Wait in the front room in case we have a repeat of day before yesterday.”

After she closed the door she looked me in the eye. “Spanking and temperature or just temperature?”

I let her take my temperature without a fight that time.

Edit: I always was on the lookout for mom to put those green corduroy pants on me after that. In my mind thereafter, those pants=rectal temperature.

When they disappeared from my wardrobe, I was relieved.

50 something years later I wish I still had them!

I think that I wore diapers longer than I should have as to age but I do remember my grandmother coming to our home to visit . Sometime in the early afternoon my mother took my temperature rectally . My grandmother removed my rubber outer diaper and the side attached diaper pins from the cloth diaper while mom ‘ shook down the thermometer ’ and then lubricated the glass tube . While I lay on my back , grandmother grasp my ankles in her hand and gently lifted my legs back to my tummy while mother gently inserted the thermometer into my rectum . They just chatted away while my rectal temperature registered and then reversed the ‘ re-diaper ’ process . I think was about two to three years old . My grandmother also assisted mom to give me an enema but that was when I was a bit older and yes …….. I remember that activity as well .

I was 10 years old with as bad case of flu. The oral thermometer was broken, and my mom insisted on taking it the back door. I was not too pleased, but I was held down by her and my grandmother and in it went. I made a real fuss. It was quite a memorable event!

They were all memorable specially once I hit puberty. Laying naked over my aunties lap while I had an erection.

I was 13 years old and staying with an aunt . That week during my stay was extremely hot . In order to do other things my gave me chores to do. One of which was cutting the lawn . Despite the heat I was outside during the hottest part of the day . My aunt had told me to stop and come inside now . I did as I was told . She took me to her bedroom and told me strip . My aunt has seen my bare bottom before. So I complied and did as she asked . First my shoes and socks . Followed by my shirt. The removing my pants. Lastly peeling off my briefs . She took them to the laundry room and put them in the dryer. I was given a small towel to wipe my face of sweat . My aunt on her way back stopped off in the bathroom. In her hand she had a rectal thermometer and Vaseline . She said she needed to check my core temperature. My aunt took a seat on a couch and signalled me over . As I was walking to her felt myself getting hard . She had draped a large towel over her lap . Over I went my aunt's lap . After shaking it down and opening the Vaseline. Finally she dipped it in then using one hand spread my cheeks and inserted it . Three or four minutes later removed it and said my temperature was alleviated . With a tissue she wiped away any excess lubricant. I got up from over her knee still hard. My aunt prepared me a bath now and left the room . Afterwards my dry clothes were waiting for me. I got dressed and put the mower away.

I’ve had so many very memorable rectal temps but if I had to pick one it would be the time when I first realized that having my temperature taken rectally felt sexual for me, around the age of 6 or 7. I was laying on my mom’s bed with a thermometer in my butt and my underwear were down at my knees. My mom was in the kitchen and I suddenly felt the most intense anal-erotic feeling come over me. It was at that precise moment when I developed my anal fixation and also my rectal temperature fetish. It actually kind of scared me and I yelled out for my mom to come. I remember yelling “mom, is the thermometer done yet?!” and she yelled back “just a few more minutes buddy”. I reached back with my hand and felt the thermometer sticking out and that gave me an erection. When my mom returned a few minutes later to take the thermometer out I told her that my pee pee was hard so she had me turn over to have a look. She explained that it was normal for this to happen to boys and reassured me that nothing was wrong, but I do remember her being somewhat surprised by it. She pulled my underwear up and put my pajama pants back on then took the thermometer and Vaseline back to the bathroom across the hall. Still feeling extremely aroused at that point I pulled my pajama pants and underwear down and stuck a finger up my butt. I remember how easily my finger went in because of the Vaseline from the thermometer. Prior to that morning I had no clue why my mom always dipped the thermometer in Vaseline but after inserting my finger I immediately understood.

I clearly remember how strange and new this all felt to me but it was unsettling to suddenly have such intense desires that I didn’t know how to process. Over the next few days I began locking myself in the bathroom and inserting the Vaseline dipped thermometer into my butt while I laid on the floor. Over time I became fascinated with that thermometer and found it kind of beautiful. It had a big, shiny pear shaped bulb, blue and red lines and numbers and a bright red end. On the side it said RECTAL and I knew by then what that word meant. Although my mom had taken my temperature with it many times I never had an opportunity to examine it close up. The thermometer was contained in a pastel pink case with a light blue cap and those colors always made me think of it as a baby thermometer.

After a few months of having this intense rectal temperature fetish something weird happened. Although I was now taking such great pleasure in secretly playing with the thermometer by myself, I suddenly began to hate having my temperature taken by my mom and the nurses at the doctor’s office. But it was really more of a love/hate feeling which confused and frustrated me at the time. When the nurses took my temperature at the doctor’s office I felt both humiliated and aroused at once. Something had just changed at that point and I think it was because rectal temps turned sexual for me, and I was just too young to be having sexual feelings that involved female nurses.

I’ve always found it hard to understand how rectal temperatures didn’t have this profound effect on all kids, especially boys who had their temperatures taken by female nurses. I think that most kids disliked rectal temps but experienced nothing at all sexual during them. It just seems so unlikely for anyone to have such an invasive procedure performed many times spanning years without having at least a minor impact. I suppose that most people just don’t feel anything erotic about their buttholes. But I wonder if might have been one of those people had my temperature not been taken rectally all those years.

The pediatrician I went to was a small old time practice. it was just the doctor, a nurse and his wife who doubled as receptionist/second nurse. I got my temp taken rectally there until I was 12-13. The most memorable one, I was about 10. The nurse took me back to the room with my mom. I was instructed to lay on my tummy and pull my pants down. she took the thermometer put the cover on it then dipped it in that large jar of Vaseline, then slid it in to wait the 3 mins. After about a min she was called to another room. She did not return for almost 15 mins. So there I was on my stomach, thermometer in my rectum and my mom sitting there for 15 mins.

@Anton x. I wondered the same thing. If I hadn't had Rt's so often if I would have ever related to this as erotic. I was also always puzzled and disturbed by Rt making me erect at the same time being the most humiliating and de basing , emasculating experience.