Most memorable rectal temps as a kid

Kind of difficult for me to narrow it down to just one. Though I suppose the instance I think about most often is one of the first that I have the clearest memories of. It was when I was 6 years old. I remember mom and I were the only ones home. I recall her leading me to my room and helping undress me completely, then having me lay face down on my bed. I recall some daylight peeking through the blinds on the window directly above my bed. I remember feeling a bit nervous to be that exposed. And I very much recall seeing the thermometer in its case with a tube of lube next to it laying there on the bed next to me as she settled in to sit next to me on the edge of the bed. I suppose most of all I just remember that feeling of the cool rush of air hitting my anal opening right as i was spread open. I felt nervous yet relaxed and comforted laying there with the thermomer inside me, and her free hand going back and forth between holding my hand and caressing my hair. Every time the tip of the thermometer would move around inside me and I'd feel it push a bit, it would send almost like shockwaves through me.

Most memorable was when I was probably 11 or 12 and felt sick in the morning. Mom needed to check my temperature and after rummaging around in the bathroom for some time appeared bedside with a jar of Vaseline and a rectal thermometer. It turns out that the oral one had gotten broken and this was all that was available. I was not happy when I was told to roll over and raise my nightshirt.

Emom: Aren't a rectal and oral thermometer basically the same? All I've seen different is the color of the cap (red vs blue).

The bulb of mercury in an oral thermometer was longer and slimmer than the roundish bulb of the rectal models. The thinner bulb was supposed to provide quicker readings because of the extra surface area on the oral models. I guess that the rounder rectal version was supposed to be less fragile. I still have one of each from back when electricity hadn't been discovered. (no batteries required)

Ok. When I was a kid in France the same model was sold for oral and rectal uses (I recall reading the little leaflet in our thermometer case, it said oral or anal or axillary use). When I went to the US in the 1990s my impression was that oral and rectal glass thermometers were the same except for the color - but these were not mercury thermometers, they used a less dangerous liquid. Perhaps it's only the mercury ones that were different between oral and rectal.

In any case I don't see why Emom's mom could not use the anal thermometer orally, of course cleaning it with alcohol or similar.

Just for the pecan nutjob------

question---what is the difference between rectal and oral thermometer???

answer-----the taste

Bootboy1998: My mommy always wiped the thermometer (always used rectally) with alcohol after use... so normally no taste. ;-)

I hated rectal temps as a kid. I stopped getting them at home at age eight, but at the pediatrician they continued and I hated that. The visit I remember most was my twelve year old checkup. I would have been in 6th grade and my mom scheduled the visit just a couple weeks after my birthday. I remember arriving and hoping I was up to the age where I could keep my pants up when getting my temperature taken. I was going to end up very disappointed. Now I had some good news in that starting with my eleven year old checkup, I no longer needed an adult to come back to the exam room and on this visit my mom stayed in the waiting room. I went back to the room with the nurse and she advised me to strip off everything except my underpants.I slowly removed my shoes,socks, t-shirt and finally my jeans. She then marched me over to the scale and took my height and weight. Then she had me sit in the chair and took my blood pressure and pulse. Now I would find out if I was a big boy. I knew the next part of the checkup was the temperature taking. I watched as she walked over to the exam table and opened the doors in the front and when she reached in and pulled out a pillow and laid it on the exam table I knew what was coming. She looked at me and asked me to come over to the table. I walked slowly over to the table and when I arrived she confirmed what I already knew by saying "take your underpants down and then hop up on the table."

I slowly peeled them down to my ankles and climbed up on the exam table. She patted the pillow and said "now lay down on your belly for me." I pulled my legs up and laid down. I buried my head in the pillow and felt ashamed of what was about to happen. The nurse told me to "just relax" as she went over to prepare the thermometer. I was in middle school, but there I was laying on the exam table with my bare heinie on display. The nurse was directly across the room and I watched as she selected a thermometer from the metal jar and began shaking it down. She then held it to the light and I could see it had a stubby bulb. I made a plea. "You can use the thermometer that goes in my mouth if you want. I get the mouth kind at home."

"That's okay, Dr. Miller likes accurate readings and you know where the most accurate place to take a 12 year old boys temperature is?" I played dumb and said no. She then crushed my plea "it's most accurate if you take it up his heinie." As she said the words I stared at the thermometer thinking that seals it, that thing is soon going to be up my heinie. She then took out a tube and squeezed Vaseline across the top half of the thermometer. I could only think that I would be feeling that in my crack until I got my shower tonight. She put the tube down and began walking back towards me with the well grease thermometer in hand. She arrived at the table and took her position in front of my heinie. I stared at the far wall and noticed for the first time the paintings of blocks with various letters on them. I did not feel like a middle schooler. I then felt two fingers enter my crack, then I felt the fingers spreading my cheeks and I prepared for the feeling I had come to hate.

When you are twelve and in middle school, having a woman you do not know real well insert something up your heinie is humiliating, but that is what was happening. Yes, I now had a thermometer snaking its way up my heinie. Soon the nurse stopped pushing and removed her fingers from my crack. "Now that's not so bad is it?" the nurse asked. I wanted to be honest, but instead I meekly muttered "its okay."

"Now just relax it needs to be up there for five minutes." Now when there is five minutes left on your math test it seems like it is not much time, but when you are waiting to have something removed from your heinie it seems like an eternity. I tried closing my eyes, but mind could not get past that something was up in my heinie and someone was holding it up there. I thought most middle schoolers don't have things poked up their heinie anymore, but I definitely have something poked up mine. I opened my eyes and noticed a mirror across the room and when I looked, I saw my heinie and a hand holding a red tipped glass rod between my cheeks.

Finally five minutes expired and I felt two fingers again spreading my cheeks and the pulling of the thermometer from up my heinie. It was leaving a streak of Vaseline as it exited. Then it was gone and I felt a pat on my heinie and heard you can sit up and pull up your underwear. I quickly sat up and felt the Vaseline squish throughout my crack. I would have a reminder all day that I had gotten something poked up my twelve year old heinie. I looked at the nurse and she was holding the thermometer to the light and I felt more shame as I couldn't stop thinking that seconds ago that thermometer had been up inside my heinie. She noted the temperature and left the room. It was not the last time she would see my heinie that day. She returned after the doctor had finished and was carrying three booster shots. I made a plea again for them to be administered in my arm, but I was told it was better if they all were given in my heinie. I exited to the waiting room with a sore and slick heinie. I was twelve years old, but as I stood in the waiting room I didn't feel like it.

It was spring of 1968 and my parents and I went to this cabin that we would go to every year. My dad would do some work for the guy that owned these cabins and he would just give us a cabin for a few days every so often.

We got to the cabin for a weekend at the cabin one weekend in May and we met this couple that were honeymooning in the cabin next to us. I couldn't help but think the guy was kind of cute. I was 12 and the honeymooning couple were probably early 20's.

The budding trees triggered some of my allergies and I sneezed. My mom told me very sharply to go inside. I knew what was coming up but I protested that I was OK. My mom quickly told me that we needed to check my temperature and to go inside and wait for her on my bed. I was so ashamed then that I couldn't speak. Our next door neighbors quickly started talking about boats and the lake and I knew that they weren't thinking about boats or the lake.

I went into the cabin and sat on the couch. I was dreading having my temperature taken but at the same time I was thinking about how cute the guy next door was and at the same time I thought it was kind of exciting that he knew what was about to happen.

My mom came in and was mad because I wasn't in my room. She told me to go to my room while she got the thermometer and Vaseline. I went into my room and sat on my bed and waited for her. When she came into my room she closed the door and snapped for me to lie flat on my tummy. I did as I was told. My mom pulled up the knee length dress that I was wearing and then pulled my panties down to just under my butt. Mom swatted my butt as she often did before a temperature and told me to relax. This time I sort of enjoyed the swat. The swat stung but at the same time it was nice and I had never experienced this before. Then my mom parted my cheeks and put the lubed thermometer in my bottom, as she had many times before, but it never felt like this before. I was thinking about the guy in the cabin next to ours and I was actually hoping that he was thinking about what was happening to me. Then when my mom turned the thermometer that was inside my bottom I experienced a feeling that I had never felt before. I got wet.

My mom knew something was different from my breathing and she even asked, "What's wrong with you"? I told her nothing was wrong.

I had my rectal taken many times before and a few times after but it never felt quite like that before or since.

Very interesting temperature story, Sheila. The only time I remember having a RT was in the hospital when I was there for surgery on my finger when I was about 10 or 11. Nothing memorable about that experience from a hospital nurse.

OMG I do. I remember getting the flu bad once and my teeth were chattering. The digital thermometers battery was dead. Mom and my sister went through all of the drawers in the bathroom until they finally found the old glass one that I think was only used on us when we were little. My sister was right with my mom when she told me to get on my tummy and pull my PJ's and panties down. I can so remember my sister standing right there watching. Mom had to run into the kitchen to take the dinner rolls out of the oven. She told my sister to hold it in for me. My sister said eww. Mom said just do it I will be right back. My sister enjoyed that.

It's been many years since I had my temp taken rectally, so my memories might be a little rosy, but I remember so well the times when my mother would put me on her bed, roll down my pants, part my cheeks and gently insert the glass tube of the thermometer into my rear. There was something both relaxing and exciting about the experience. Feeling that cool glass tube slide into my rear was both naughty and nice. And to have it done by my mother, which made me feel safe and comfortable at the same time. I liked it so much, I tried on at least one occasion to fake a fever, in hopes my mother would take my temp. But she could tell the difference, so it didn't happen.

Eventually she stopped doing it rectally as I got older, so I took matters into my own hand, so to speak, and gave myself pretend RTs, using crayons. But it was never quite the same without mom's nurturing way of doing it....

Tabitha32: How old were you? How about your sister?

Once when I was maybe 4 or so, I was running a fever. My mom had to work and couldn't stay home with me, so her boyfriend took care of me for the day. I knew him well enough, but I was extremely humiliated to take my temperature and give me another suppository if needed. I waited in anticipation all day and when he asked to take my temperature, I refused. He called my mom and put her on the phone with me. She said that he had to take my temperature and if I said no again, she had told him it was okay to spank me. He put me across his lap and took my temperature. I was still running a fever and when he went to get the suppositories, I hid behind the couch. He found me and spanked me HARD over his knee. I had his handprint on my bottom for a long time. He gave me the suppository and made me go lay down in my bed. Not sure why that's the most memorable, but I still think about it to this day.

Between 10 and 13 years old, I had a fever and was in bed. My grandmother came and measured rectal temperature. After a few minutes he came to find a friend of his grandmother and start talking about me that I was sick in bed. My grandmother used to say whenever specified temperature rectally. I felt that day 4 or 5 times grandmother tell his rectal temperattura friend and I red with shame. Although he did not see me while measuring my temperature I was very humbling to hear his speech.

For me my most memorable time was when I was about 4 or 5. I had just finished a bath and my mom was drying me off in my bedroom...when she started to dry my butt I said that I didn't feel well and asked if she would take my temperature...she put her hand to my forehead and thought that I felt a little warm, I didn't think it would actually work, but next thing I know she lays the towel down on the floor and she tells me to lay down on my tummy.

As I lay there I look up and see her grab the red case and the vaseline...i started to get butterflies in my stomach...she opened up the case and took out the thermometer...she shook it down then dipped the tip into the vaseline...then she sat down next to me and I felt her spread open my cheeks with her thumb and index finger...then she told me to lay still because the thermometer was going in...i don't need to explain the amazing feeling of that cool, glass tube sliding into my fanny, but it is incredible...after it was in she stood up and set a timer for four minutes.

After about a minute though I reached behind me and pulled the thermometer out...she saw me do this and said "no, no Mikey, it has to stay in for longer" so she spreads my cheeks again and slips in the thermometer...this time she keeps one hand on my bottom and the other on my back so I can't pull it out again...in no time the timer goes off and she pulls it out and tells me I am going to be fine...that happened 26 years ago and I remember it like it was yesterday...but that is the one experience that totally sealed my RT obsession...my mom is a pediatric nurse so I also always looked at this one book at this picture of a nurse taking a baby's temperature and that image is forever in my mind.

Well I was 7 and totally surprised that a temperature could be done that way. I wasn't concentrating on my oral temperature and the thermometer smashed on the floor. mom said OK sport looks like your getting it in the butt and get into bed. Since I had no Idea of or remember getting one done I was stunned like a deer in headlights. I just stared at the strange stubby thermometer and the vasoline she glopped on it, then she was going to put it where?

I kept quiet but still very nervous since this was a first time for me. she asked me to roll over on my belly and she parted my cheeks. Then the magic came, I felt this ice cold rod penetrating my tight virgin hole like it was going to china, 30 seconds was 30 minutes, I could feel every line of the thermometer go into me. I quivered but said this isn't bad and said to myself I have to try this again. so when she said Temp Time I flopped on my belly and pulled my PJ's off in anticipation of getting another sample. it was not as shocking as the first but still as satisfying. That love affair lasted another 3 years. On the couch watching TV or the bed on my belly my butt was always up for that magic trick. The disappearing thermometer and a happy hiney hole.

I remember two rectal temps that stood out and they represented both ends of the spectrum. The first one happened at our pediatrician's when I was maybe five. Just before the thermometer was inserted, they gave me a shot in the rump and the sting from the needle made me cry. I cried the whole time the thermometer registered and while the temp itself didn't hurt, it left an indelible memory. I associated a rectal temp with pain and hoped I would never have my temperature taken that way again.

Two years later, I came down with an ear infection. My mother tried to make an appointment with our pediatrician, but he was unable to accommodate us. So she called our neighborhood doctor, Dr. M, who lived down the street. He and his wife, who was a nurse, were fellow parishioners at our church. They agreed to see us at 7:30 one evening and we walked to their house. I figured the doctor would look at my ear, write a prescription and that would be all. Little did I know that a fetish would be born that day that I still have.

Mrs. M greeted us and after I had undressed down to my underwear, proceeded to take my vitals. I thought it was a bit odd but went along. Then came the real surprise: she announced she was going to take my temperature – rectally. “Rectal R?” she intoned, with an upward inflection suggesting a question. It came as such a surprise that I didn’t have time to react and didn’t say anything, but I became very nervous at the thought it might hurt.

With that, she helped me pull down my briefs and had me lie down. The Toreador March from Bizet’s opera Carmen was playing over the loudspeakers as she slipped the thermometer into my rectum. “There now. Keep in there for me, OK?”

To my surprise, it didn’t hurt at all. There was a momentary tingle as the bulb passed my sphincter muscle and I felt a ticklish sensation as it came to rest about an inch and a half in. It felt cold and bigger than it really was and I was immediately riveted to the awesome sensation of having a glass invader in my rectum. I never thought it could feel so good. My thoughts were spinning and my breathing grew heavy as my heart pounded wildly. It was the most incredible sensation I’d ever felt. I remained motionless and was awestruck by the intense feeling and focused all my attention on it, so much so that I had no idea how deeply it was inserted, although I did feel Mrs. M’s hand resting on my buttocks as she was held it in place. In other words, I didn’t look over my shoulder (not that it mattered – my eyesight was so poor I wouldn’t have been able to see it anyway). I found myself wishing she would just leave the thermometer in. It was sheer ecstasy; it felt so good I didn’t want it to end.

Except for the music, no one said a word. I was totally oblivious to all of it while savoring the delicious sensation, breathing heavily, my heart racing. A minute or two later she removed the thermometer. The doctor came in, examined my ear and wrote a prescription for ear drops. I didn’t say anything about what I had just felt to anyone.

Much to my disappointment, I never had another rectal temp at the doctor's again. I often wonder if my pediatrician would have continued to take it rectally if I had ever asked (you were switched over at age 7).

I remember lying down on the exam table with the thermometer in my butt. I didnt cry but felt shamed.

I remember my first physical with my family doctor instead of the pediatrician. I was undressed to my boxer shorts and the nurse had just finished taking my blood pressure. She said she needed to take my temperature and turned to get one out of jar in the counter. I got off the table, unsnapped my boxers and let them fall and bent over the table. She saw me and said, "I got the wrong thermometer" and traded the one she had for a rectal. I felt foolish because she was going take my temperature orally.

At age six, my doctor suggested that I have my tonsils taken out. As I lay in a hospital bed waiting for surgery, a nurse came into the room to take my temperature. My parents were standing at the foot of my bed. I immediately felt embarrassed that they would be watching. The nurse told me to roll over, which I did. She slid her hand under the covers and inserted the thermometer rectally without looking. I was amazed that she could hit the target without any trouble at all. Even though my parents didn't see much, I was still embarrassed while I waited with the thermometer inside me to register, because I knew that they knew.

Sally, Almost identical to my "tonsil-story" 😃 Mike, Sue & Cal.

I was pretty young, and up on the table at the doctor's for being sick. The nurse came in and put the thermometer in my butt, and I was laying there, and the doctor came in with The Shot. He came over to take the thermometer out, but just pulled on it a bit, as if to check it, and I guess it wasn't registering yet, so he pushed it back in. The room was silent, and I remember the sheer embarrassment of this kind of focus on my anus, plus I was anticipating the horrid and embarrassing shot in the butt.

Sally, you experience is quite similar to mine I described further below:

I was seven or eight when I was in hospital to have my polyps removed and when it was "temperature time", all the kids in the room usually had their temperatures taken rectally with a cold glass thermometer by the nurse while lying on their stomachs. But one day my mom was present at "temperature time", and she insisted that instead of the nurse she would take mine while I was on my back in "diaper position" -- in front of the other kids. To make things worse, she explained to everyone in the room that this was the way I got it taken at home and that therefore this way would be more comfortable for me because I was used to that position...

Most memorable for me was the first one I remember. It was just a regular office visit, but when the nurse had me lie on my tummy and put the thermometer in, things would never be the same again.

I remember I just turned 12 y.o., and was at home with flu. Suddenly, a knock on the door. It was my friends mother and said your mom called me to check up on you. She touched my forehead and said we'll need to take your temperature. Okay, your mother said that the thermometer was in a glass jar. I showed her. She picked up the Vaseline jar, told me lower pajama bottoms and lay across her lap. I was petrified butt I did as I was told. Being 12 y.o. I always had a perpetual hardon... As she guided me across her lap she saw my small pubes growing . When she inserted her finger lub in my anus I wasn't able to control my erection?

She took her time and to this day it was to experience ever. I ended up having her check my temp on several occasions growing up.

... one day my mom was present at "temperature time", and she insisted that instead of the nurse she would take mine while I was on my back in "diaper position" -- in front of the other kids. To make things worse, she explained to everyone in the room that this was the way I got it taken at home and that therefore this way would be more comfortable for me because I was used to that position...

You win, ChrisgetsRT. Your situation was many times worse than mine.

Not sure if that is a win @Sallyxx, but worse it was for sure...

One time when I was young, mom took my rectal temperature in a grocery store bathroom. I sneezed and started to cough. Mom took that as me catching a cold. She asked the clerk where the bathroom was and could she use it for a few minutes. I didn't mind having my temperature taken, but I didn't want it there. She told me if I didn't follow her to the bathroom she would bare me in the middle of the isle spank me and then take my temperature for all to see. I didn't want that so off to the bathroom we went. Mom sat on the toilet, bared me and took me across her lap. She took my temperature and I still got a spanking after that. I got an enema when we got home.

The worst was when i could hold thermometer under my tongue but ped only wanted to take temperature in my behind. I got ashamed