My rectal temp fantasy

A favorite fantasy of mine is a friend stops by to drop off homework while I'm sick and sees a thermometer and suppositories next to the bed. They try not to say anything, but ultimately can't help but comment about how it's weird that I get that done when I'm too old for it. After some back and forth, the curiosity gets the better of them and they ask if they can see what it's like. It would be even more fun if there were two friends or a friend and their girlfriend - one to watch while the other uses the thermometer on me.

Another scene is with a college roommate and I'm not feeling well. I saw a rectal thermometer in his medicine cabinet or drawer before so I know that's what he has. I ask if I can borrow a thermometer. He's reluctant at first, but finally offers to let me use it, but notes that I may not like where it goes. I let him take my temp, and because there's a fever he gets to help keep an eye on my temp until I'm better. :-)

Once I read a story of a man who, as a 10-year-old boy, waited in the waiting room with his mother for an examination. The nurse came and asked the mother how her son's temperature was measured: in the mouth or in the rectum. The boy at home had his rectal temperature measured, which he accepted. But he hoped his mother would lie and say she had it measured in her mouth. Mother told the truth. After a while the nurse came with a rectal thermometer. Mom told the boy to unbutton his pants, lower his panties. Then she pulled him over his knee and parted his buttocks, and the nurse put a thermometer into his rectum. The boy was embarrassed because there were other children in the waiting room.

In my country, rectal temperature is only measured in infants, and nobody remembers it afterwards. I imagined it would be otherwise in my childhood and the temperature was also measured in older children. I imagined myself in this boy's place, I am 10 years old, I come to the clinic with my mother. Mom chooses to measure in the rectum. The nurse goes to get the thermometer. I'm asking my mom to change it. My mother tells me that you don't do that. When the nurse comes, she tells me to be a good boy and to undress. I unbutton my pants, lower them, but reluctantly lower my pants. The impatient mom lowers my panties down. I am even more ashamed of it. Mom tells me to lie down on her lap. Then my mother spreads my buttocks open. A nurse puts a slippery thermometer in my rectum. He asks his mother for me to be in this position for 3 minutes. I lie on my mother's knees, aware that everyone can see my bare bottom.

Another of my favourite recurring fantasies is to get a sinus infection while staying with a friend. Shelly is a single mom with a young, part-time nanny, and is happy to take care of me. After feeling my forehead, she gets the electronic thermometer in order to take my temperature. However, she can’t get an accurate oral reading due to the infection, so decides she needs to use the glass baby thermometer, which she proposes to do in the privacy of the guest bedroom. I’m lying on my stomach, but I can see her shake it down and coat the tip with Vaseline. The door is ajar, and I can hear the nanny in the kitchen. Shelly inserts it gently and holds it in place for 5 minutes. I have a fever, so she wants me to get some medical attention.

The only local clinic with availability to see me on short notice is the kids’ pediatrics practice. Shelly books an appointment for me for later that day. Unfortunately, she has planned an important phone call with her boss at the only available time, so asks the nanny if it would be possible to stay late and drive me. Shelly takes my temperature a second time several hours later and notes the persistent fever.

Later, on the way to the pediatrician’s office, the nanny explains that she has taken Shelly’s kids several times and become good friends with the nurse, who is her age. Upon our arrival, the nurse escorts us both to an exam room and starts asking questions about my symptoms. The nanny briefs her on the two temperature readings, specifying that they were taken rectally. At that point, I become beet red because I didn’t realise that she knew. I wonder if she actually saw it, or was just told about it by Shelly. The two women exchange glances.

After the preliminary questions, the nurse needs to take my vital signs. Because the baseline temperature reading is rectal, she says that it would really be better to continue that way, for both consistency and accuracy. “Why don’t you go ahead and undress to your underwear, then hop up on the table so we can get started.” The nanny sits on a chair usually intended for parents and watches the exam, occasionally asking questions. I’m sitting on the crinkly paper as the nurse takes my pulse and BP, then looks at my ears and throat, commenting “I’m not surprised you couldn’t get an accurate oral reading at home.” The embarrassment of the situation, anticipation of the upcoming rectal temp and repeated contact between the nurse and me combine to cause me to get somewhat aroused. Both women notice it, and I discreetly perceive hardening breasts under their blouses.

When the time comes to take my temperature, I lie down on my back and watch as the nurse prepares the thermometer. She reassures me that it’s not just babies who get it taken this way. Indeed, her boyfriend often goes over her lap at home to have his taken. The nanny stands on the other side of the exam table and waits with me. Her eyes bulge and her face reddens at the sight of the large Geratherm thermometer with its tip coated in Vaseline. The nurse instructs me to turn over onto my tummy. I comply, and the nanny pulls my underwear down to my knees, then completely off, giving both women an unobstructed view of my naked body. The nurse carefully separates my cheeks, inserts the thermometer deep into my rectum, and stands holding it as it registers, turning it occasionally to check the progress. The nanny rests her hand on my head while we’re waiting and continues blushing while watching the procedure. It feels like an eternity. The thermometer makes a soft sucking sound as the nurse finally pulls it out, wipes it, and holds it up to read the temperature, which remains elevated.

My sinus infection requires monitoring and medication over the next several days, but that’s the subject of another fantasy...

So, I go to a clinic to check on my issue with general lethargy I’ve been feeling lately. The name did sound familiar. After having sitting for half hour playing games on my phone I get called in. I found that the doctor is an old family friend. She catches up with me and gets a medical history. She asks me if I have any urinary issues. I did tell her it took a little extra work to pee. She asks me to bare myself to my undies. Gives me a quick check and then asks me to stand with my feet slightly apart and to bend over the bed. I did. The nurse slides my undie down just a little and the doctor comes over and places her hand on my buttocks. I hear a familiar clicking of clinical thermometer probe being removed accompanied without the beep. Next what happens is that the nurse tells me to relax. I feel the probe sliding in. It takes over a minute for this to finish. She removes it and asks me to get the undie up again.

she explains to me that she will give me a prostate exam. Explains how long it will take. She advices me that I look nervous and suggests it maybe the presence of too many people. She asks her nurse to leave an enema kit and then leave after having done the process. Nurse uses a small needleless syringe filled with lube. She inserts it halfway and squeezes it all the way. Then coats the enema probe with some lube too. Asks me to lie on my stomach and relax. She puts it in all the way. It took about 15 minutes to get it all in. It was a castille soap enema. At the end, tells me to get into a gown. I was just about to leave with the nurse when the doctor hold me back and tells me that it might be a good idea to delay the evacuation for better result. I lie back on bed. She comes over talking about stuff and then bares my bottom and starts circling my bum hole with her gloved hand. I feel good and anxious at the same time. I am not new to enema. I do have enemas 1-2 times a year administered by myself. This time the pressure is moderate but the cold clinic environment was playing tricks on me.

She starts talking about her college and friends. She comes close to me. During all this talk she was somehow and more importantly without causing any tense moments slipped her hand to my gearstick are which was still covered by my undie. Starts fondling it. Runs her palm against its outline. There were some involuntary movements from my hip but all went unnoticed as she continued her conversation into my marriage history and conjugal life. My commander starts getting wet. There is a droplet like wetness to my undie front which was now being avoided. I was starting to become self aware again when she started using her fingertips on that wet area. It was a gentle tap tap and then push. It felt like a bull fight between my erect commander and her finger.

She starts telling me how she is worried when she has a child her boobs and nipples would change irreversibly. She reminded me how I once dropped in on her when she was changing clothes. I told her in that back then I did fancy her. She pivots the conversation asking me "like how?". I gave her a naughty knowing look. Just then she tightens her grip over my balls. She then bends a little lower. She tells me if I can have a quick look at her breast and tell me if it was similar to my ex and what it may look like after birth. She pulls them out after unhooking her bra. Moves closer to me until there was an inch between me and her fun bags. They were very beautiful with very little sag if any. The light brown nipples and very tiny areola was tempting. She brought it close to my nose, giving my nostrils a flick. I put my hand on one of them and give them an examination. I told her that the size might increase, but with routine care and strict bra fit, it should come back to a size or two of what it is now after finishing birth and months of feeding

She resumes her cupping of my balls. My erection eases a bit. She comes down close to my undies with her face. She asks me when I last masturbated. I was honest and advised that it was only a day back. She pokes my wet area with her nose. I can feel her warm breath against my nether region. She takes off her white coat and then her inner garments and go down to just her panties. I was guided to her panties. I could feel it dry. I got naught and slipped my fingers through the thigh area of her panties. She recoils but didn't move away. I slip it into her private area. She seems sticky over there and warm. Those boyleg undies from forever 21 were giving a slight musk against floral laundry detergent smell. I did let go all my self consciousness, my nether region was doing all the thinking now. The idea that I have not taken a proper plunge into the love pool for over two years put me into a controlled aggressive mood. I rubbed my pelvis against hers. She was breathing hard. It felt like she or both of us would orgasm. She stopped me and explained that my prostate exam was still pending. I gave her a questioning look. She melted and then pulled her panty to the side. Just a tiny amount of hair. Looks like she recently gotten groomed. I ask her for the lube. She points me to the trolley nearby. Without leaving her, I pull the trolley closer and use one of my clean fingers to pinch a little lube from the container. I flick my wet lubed finger around her vagina. Then slowly but with a stiff posture, I lower my undies to below my hip. I run my commander against her v'gina with the lower chin of the commander rubbing against her entrance . I feel her breathing faster, I decide to go down and give her a quick lick. I go close to her area when I have a quick 360, hold her firm against her hips and give her a quick thrust. My commander was amazingly stiff and was behaving hungry. I spent few minutes with hard but slow strokes hitting her pelvic bone hard each time. I decide to rotate my commander around to stimulate her more. She tells me she wanted to do unspeakable things to my behind that included a licking. After one short deliberation, I decide to flip her on her belly. I take the used syringe that the nurse put in me before enema and use it to poke her bum hole with the panty still in slightly slid position. The leftover residual lube still glistening on the syringe tip, I use it to the fullest. And then slide it in. I give her a bite on her bum cheek.

She gives me a semi disgusted look. I desisted. She followed through by trying to touch my bare back while she was getting thrusted in her bum by the syringe. Before she could do anything. I took out the syringe and brought it to her nose. She was still being pinned down being on the clinic bend with her belly down. She sniffs it and says "this is us". I tell her to taste it. She is hesitant, I try a little force, she caves and lets it into her mouth. I kiss her after. We spend a minute. She shoved me under her and rides me. This time with her undies fully forgotten. I was going to shoot but stopped and put her on her back. Give her 2 dozen quick thrusts. She pushes me out quickly. I cum onto her panties having kept my penis pinched after orgasm.

She tells me that the nurse might be in soon and we dress up. She quickly gives me a bend on the bed and swift finger into my bum. She says she loves my bum. She places my underwear into her purse compartment. When I asked, she said she will hand it over next week fully laundered and with some "starch" in it.

The temperature in the rectum was measured until I was around 2 years old. In my country, older children have their armpit temperature measured. As an adult, I read that in other countries, rectal temperatures are measured in older children. I think that if this were the case in my country, my mother would measure my temperature at least until the age of 12.

I started fantasizing about taking my temperature as a child. I imagined myself as a 10-year-old boy. My mother, concerned about my health, decides to take my temperature. He brings a thermometer, a jar of vaseline and rubber gloves. He tells me to take off my pants and panties. Please don't do this, because I'm already too old for this. My mom explains to me that the rectal measurement is accurate.

I have to take my clothes off. Mom puts on rubber gloves. Then he shakes the thermometer and lubricates its end with vaseline. I have to lie down on her lap. Mom opens my buttocks and smears vaseline into my anus. Then he gently slides the thermometer into my rectum. I need to lie still on her lap. She has her hand on my buttocks as she holds the thermometer. Then he takes it out

I have such a fantasy, if it fits the topic ^_^

I feel a bit sick and decide to take a day off and stay in bed as I usually do. But my boyfriend reminds me that I've moved to his country and from now on I have someone to take care of me. I reluctantly agree. In a second he appears with a thermometer but instead of putting it in my mouth or under arm as we do in my place, he asks me to turn around and lower my panties. He has to explain that it is common to take a rectal temp in here. WTF? In my place even doctors avoid rectal procedures (if that's possible) as it is considered to be too humiliating. My boyfriend smirks: he's seen me all - there's no need to be so shy.

I do as he commands and feel his lubed finger on my hole. I`ve never had a rectal temp but pretty sure he had his time stretching me for such a thin thing. We never had anal, though I always felt he wanted it but never suggested. So I guess I can let him play a bit. That's not very comfortable but he takes it out and puts in a thermometer before I start complaining. I`m not familiar with the procedure, so he says I need to have it in for a good five minutes and all this time he twirls rod inside me and caresses my skin in such a tender place, spreading my cheeks.

Finally he takes it out and announces that the temperature is too high. He says, here they know perfectly how to fight high temperatures. I know it too - have rest! He laughs at me and disappears for a couple of minutes. I`ve covered myself and try not to think about all this crazy stuff, when he enters again… with an enema bag. I whimper and try to talk myself out of this but he insists “for my own good”. All of this is very embarrassing but at the same time arousing… I whimper a bit but let him do it. He asks me to get on all fours and then to lower my upper body. The pose is embarrassing but he explains it is designed to make a waterflow easier. I obey and again feel his slippery finger and then a nozzle. It's uncomfortable but I'm not allowed to move - he holds his hand on the small of my back to prevent any movement. He unclamps the enema and I gasp as I feel ice cold water. Maybe because of my temperature it feels so extreme, but I immediately start whining. He gives me a smile and starts rubbing my hip and tummy, and when I get used to the water temperature and start complaining about the volume he just slides his palm between my thighs and starts rubbing my clit. The pressure is something I've never experienced before and the whole situation drives me crazy. I feel horny and that humiliates me even more. I feel a tear that slides down my face. He looks at me, smiles tenderly and kisses it away with his lips. We are together now and there's nothing that can be in between us, he repeats that he loves me so much and there's nothing to be embarrassed about. The nozzle is soon withdrawn and I try to get up, but he tells me to stay in my place and rubs my tummy. I'm cold and embarrassed and naked and can't hold it inside of me any longer. But he finds it charming when I`m like this in front of him. He kisses me, telling he needs to do this more often and doesn't let me go until the full twenty minutes are up. All this time he caresses me, basically tenderly fucking me with his fingers.

He lets me go when I`m already not sure weather I want to go or want him to fuck me. The water inside me wins and I run to the bathroom. But when I come back he's still there, waiting for me. I`m so horny that I hardly think much about anything but him. But no, he doesn't allow me to have sex with him: I have to be a good girl and let him treat me his style. I`m into a long and very exciting treatment.