Your early RT memories

At my check ups at the Pediatrician I got my temperature taken rectally. I wasn't often sick but one time I went for a strep throat and was surprised when the nurse had me pull down my pants for an RT. I was more upset when I had to pull them down again for a shot.

When I was a child, it was normal to take rectal temps.

I remember quite some rectal temps at the doctors.

At home, my mother always took my temp rectally when I was a child.

When i was spending a summer aboard, i was staying in my homestay and their son was at my age. One day i got really sick and he put out a thermometer. I was nervous at first but before i noticed i was on his laps, on my stomach. He pulled down my pants and quickly spread my buttocks, it was inserted before i noticed.

Later when we talked about it, he said i clenched a little and let out a squeaky gasp, how embarrassing.

I've always loved having my rectal temperature taken for as long as I can remember. Always found it quite embarassing that I enjoyed them as much as I did though. All the kids I knew seemed to hate them. So I would always make sure to put up a little bit of extra fuss when the time came, just so that nobody would ever suspect that I liked them.

One of the most memorable RTs I've ever had was around age 4 or 5. Normally my mother would be the temp taker in our household, since she was a nurse. This one time I was sick, however, my mother had decided that it was time that my father learned how to do it. So I had my father take my rectal temperature while being instructed by my mother. It was extra embarrasing and made my bottom tingle a little bit more than usual during an RT.

In what position did your mum and dad take your temp?

The frog legs position I guess people call it around here. Always leaves you feeling very exposed 😉

Yes I remember an earliest rectal temperature memory . I had ate to much of something . To my best recall it was strawberries . Well I got the hives and could not maybe 5 or 6 at the time . Off we went to the Emergency Room . Once we got to the Emergency Room into a room I went . Between my mother and the nurse they had stripped me and I naked on the exam table . I was on belly and my backside was very accessible to the nurse . Minutes later the nurse shook her rectal thermometer down . Dipped it into Vaseline before parting my buttocks and inserting the thermometer into my rectum .

I can remember a couple of occasions when I was very little. The first was when a female nurse had me lie on my side on the exam table and I felt the thermometer go up my butt. I remember loving the feeling very much. Another occasion was when a male doctor had me lie down on my belly and stuck the thermometer in. I was in total ecstasy and I believe this is what started my medical fetish and, most importantly, my fascination with rectal temps.

When I was yngr mom would take them rectally when I was feeling ill

3 years old. Had a surgery and the nurse would come in and roll me on my left side. She went over to the sink and washed off the thermometer. She came over and felt her two fingers spread my buttocks. Before she inserted it she took the thermometer and ran it down my crack. She then inserted it and I noticed she moved it in and out.

The earliest rt temp I can remember I can remember two instances. One was at home my mom and aunt chased me down I was probably 2 or 3 at the oldest. I was in there room on the floor near the closet we’re I got rt taken. The other time I was around 4 ish I was at the dr for sticking a paper clip up my but. I remember getting a rt and a finger up the But to see if it was still there. Those are my two earliest rt memories

My reality growing up would be easier to remember the very few occasions it wasn't taken rectally. As there were only mercury/glass oral and rectal thermometers, it was a 50/50 chance of what would be chosen. In my home, my mother ALWAYS took it rectally, and per her request, it was most often taken that way at the pediatrician's office, where she knew both of the nurses.

Always have and still do take/receive temps rectally, but, for some reason this experience stands out in my memory from childhood.

I guess I was about 8 years old and my regular pediatrician was on vacation, so my Mom took me to the doctor who was covering for him, I even remember his name, Dr. Jaffe. He was a lot younger than my regular pediatrician, too. I recall I was coming down with something and Mom obviously elected to bring me in. I must have had at least a slight fever because I remember her and Dad making the decision after taking my temp.

We arrived at the office, and I distinctly remember sitting on the exam table. It was an office inside his home, He and Mom were speaking as he prepared the thermometer and I looked on anxiously, When he turned around he announced he needed to take my temp, and I recall Mom saying, "Be a good girl and do just as you do for Mommy". That prompted me without argument to undo my belt and jeans, and lower them laying on my tummy on the table. Dr. Jaffe pulled down my panties and inserted, at which time Mom again chimed in with, "Now be good, lay still, and scrunch up your heiney".

Play safe!

My earliest memory of having temperature taken rectally would have been from the age of 3 or 4. I spent a lot of my childhood with my child minder. My parents travelled for work in my early years. She always took my temperature rectally.

One memory I have is lying on my back, leggings the air watching cartoons on the sofa. I felt something cold back there. To be honest I don't even think it registered with me a thermometer was in my bottom. The only realisation I had was that I ft something cold back there.

By the way, I forgot to mention the one time I remember. I know my temperature was taken rectally by mom when I was little but have no recollection of it. However, she did it again (once) when she caught me cheating, trying to heat the thermometer. Of course I had no fever; I was already across her lap for the spanking that ensued.

Years ago I must have been 4 or 5 I remember pants pulled down to ankles and I was laying face down on my bed. Thermometer was lubed with vasilene, buttcheeks were spread and thermometer was inserted for what felt like forever was probably 4 minutes.

I don't recall my earliest rectal temps, but since Mom checked all four of us anytime we "looked peaked",so I'm sure I had it done. The ones I remember were unremarkable. Considering how often we got suppositories and enemas, that little glass shaft was hardly felt as it slid into my ass. She always cupped her hand across our butt cracks to keep it from slipping out. It stayed in four minutes, and I remember hoping the temp was normal, and there was no brown streaks on the thermometer, because either, or certainly both meant a trip across her lap for either a suppository or the bulb. My only memorable RT was when I was eight. I was over Mom's lap when the bathroom door popped open. My oldest sister, Cindy came in crying. What got my attention was first, she was crying; second she was naked; and third, her tummy was swollen. Cindy almost never got enemas, but this day, she blurted out, "Mommy, I cannot wait! My tummy is cramping and I have to poop!" Mom pulled out my thermometer, and almost dumped me on the floor getting off that toilet. Cindy didn't wait for us to leave before she was sitting on the seat, and I could hear her enema splashing and plopping into the bowl. Mom shooed me out, and not a word was ever said. She took me back when Cindy finished, and apparently my thermometer had brown streaks, because I soon had two quarts of soapsuds churning in my tummy. Side note: Mom increased our volumes and holding times as we got older. I got two quarts and had to hold for 10 minutes. Poor Cindy had been holding 3 quarts for over 20. Her holding time was 30 minutes.

I remember a few times as a kid when my rectal temperature was taken but my most memorable rectal temperature was when I was in the hospital getting my tonsils out. I had just changed into my gown and was laying in the bed. A nurse pulled the curtain around my bed and was standing at my bedside holding the lubricated thermometer in her hand, telling me to roll over on my belly. I was so scared after getting a really painful needle from another nurse not too long before I was admitted, I protested until she assured me the only thing I was getting was my temperature taken at that time. I still remember rolling over on my belly and feeling her open the back of my gown and pull my undies down. I remember the cool sensation of the thermometer as it was inserted and her telling me to "hold still like a good boy". I remember laying there for 3 minutes with the thermometer inside me and then she pulled out the thermometer and wiped off the vaseline. She announced my temperature to my mother, wrote it on the chart and pulled up my undies. I later found out the worst was yet to come that day. I also remember when I was felt I was becoming too grown to have my rectal temperature taken when I was around 10 or 11. Not too much longer after that, I started thinking about the time I did remember it happening it and became aroused. That's when my fetish started to kick in.

Dis is my most early RT memories

Rectal temperature at grandmother's, suppositories and Enema

When I go to Grandma's, the first thing I do when I arrive I find myself a reason to go upstairs in the pharmacy / medical room where she is storing: thermometers, suppositories, Vaseline, Advil, diapers for teens , insulin syringes, Enema, examination gloves, plaster and etc. Example, I cut myself with my scissors and I need a plaster.

Once at the top, I bar the door I will take one of the thermometers, Vaseline and the examination gloves in the white wardrobe. In trying not to make too much noise, after I lie down on the examination table then I take my rectal temperature. I like so much the sensation of my finger lubricate my rectum and the sliding of the thermometer in my anus.

When I have a fever I wash the thermometer and I tidy up as I had a plaster and I go downstairs I wait a few minutes and I tell grandmother.

I'm really hot grandmother I think I have a fever can I have Advil?

As always, she answers me, just after I take your temperature my sweetie.

All happy in my head, I said ok, ok with a disappointed look

She tells me go upstairs and go to bed in the guest room.

A liver on the top I lay on my stomach and I wait for my grandmother. I hear those steps on the stairs. Grandma comes in and gives me a pat on the buttocks and tell me you or I go meter, fuck your pants, I stubborn a bit but I finally accept. She comes back with a rectal glass thermometer and a jar of Vaseline. She tells me to get up she sits on the bed and asks me to lie on her kitchen. She lowers my boxers, takes the jar of Vaseline, puts on his fingers, she spreads but spanks and lubricates my rectum with his index finger. She said to me "I will gently insert the thermometer into my butt". Five minutes later she removes the thermometer and says "you're right, your temperature is: 39 ° C." Then she says I think I'll take it back, and the thermometer goes down well in my anus. 10 minutes later she comes out the thermometer and says "oh you have 40 ° C I'll give you two suppositories and two enema. I said no I get it gives me 10 big slap on the buttocks.

Then I get up and get her equipment (the suppository box, 2 pairs of gloves, a bag for the enema and a double balloon tip) when she comes back I said "I hope you do not think use her on me. "She tells me not to do it again I'm trying to save myself but she catches me by the arm, a moment later I had her finger gloved non-lubricate, in my anus, then a suppository I gave full of instep she gave me a good pat on the buttocks and said to me "stop your little game right now or I put the package to you. I have everything to stop and she said these good and that I only had 1 suppo and 2 enema and she was going to have finished in 20 minutes ....

The suite next time

There is one specific rectal temp memory that stands out to me. I must've been probably 3 years old, and remember one afternoon my mom announcing to me that she was going to take my temperature later on that night once everyone went home. Mom used to babysit several kids during the day when I was real young, and did use rectal temps when necessary. I remember arguing with her, telling her that she wasn't going to take my temperature later, and she assured me that she was. This arguing went back and forth a few times over that afternoon. That night, after dinner, I remember mom pulling me aside in the living room as I was running by one time, flopping me down on a blanket, and pantsing me quick. She then told me to get up on my hands and knees and proceeded to insert the lubed thermometer. While the thermometer was in, I remember her putting a blanket over my back to cover me up while she was holding the thermometer inside. I'm sure that I had many, many more rectal temps when I was young, but this is the only one that has stuck in my memory.

I remember an early age rectal temp...I was seven or eight and had my temperature taken rectally as part of a visit to the doctor for illness. I was laid over my father's lap as the nurse took the temp, but asked my father to keep me still as she held the thermometer.

As a child with ear and throat issues, one of my memories was often repeated.

I would sit in the clinic waiting room while being simultaneously very ill and filled with dread about knowing what was about to happen to me again. My name would be called and Mom and the nurse would take me down a hall and into an exam room where I would once again wait for what seemed like an eternity. Laying down on the exam table did however usually offer some relief to how rotten I was feeling.

Eventually the doorknob would turn and the process would begin (sort of). It always started with an, “oh sweetie let’s get a temp from you.” Mom would look on as the nurse would unfasten my snap and zipper and work my pants down to my knees. She’d then gently instruct me to “let’s roll over onto our tummy.” I recall the loud crackling of the exam table paper as she would assist me into that awkward planking position; all the while I would struggle with what to do with my smashed face. She would then pull my tighty-whities down to the bottom of my cheeks, and that’s how I would once again wait. It was almost like all nurses would do that only to me, and on purpose. They would leave me laying exposed and vulnerable to anyone who could walk into the exam room. When she returned, cabinet doors and drawers would open and we would finally get underway. She would withdraw the thermometer out of it’s baby blue alcohol filled holder and give it a wipe-down with a tissue. The smell of isopropyl alcohol would permeate every corner of the very dry exam room atmosphere. Next would come the butt clenching sounds of her snapping wrist as she shook down the mercury. The thermometer tip seemed to snap like a lion tamer’s cracking whip. I would swear nurses worked to perfect that technique, and were very proud and competitive about it. Every nurse I encountered did it the same. She would then say “let’s put a little goop on this.” Some would also put a dollop of “goop” on me too, although that did vary from nurse to nurse. Then would come the ‘thumb and index finger spread’ followed by the thermometer insertion. We all know how that felt. The initial cold would last only for a fraction of a second, but it was enough time for one to pinpoint in one’s brain the exact location of this surreal happening. Then I would lay there for another seemingly eternity waiting for it to all be over. The nurse usually stood over me with her wrist on my lower back while her fingertips held the thermometer in it’s honored place of ground zero. (I got very skilled at pushing them out.) I never felt the thermometer being removed, but it was usually accompanied by a bubbly “all done!”

After wiping my bottom with a tissue, she would then roll me back over and usually assist me to a sitting position with my feet dangling off the edge of the exam table. That movement caused more paper crinkling that seemed loud enough to be heard out in the waiting room.

The nurse would then instruct my mom for me to remain bottomless “until the doctor has a chance to examine him.” Staring down into my white underwear with their red racing striped waistband while waiting for someone to come in and look at my penis was also excruciatingly painfully embarrassing. He never did look at anything below my stomach, not even once that I can recall. He evidently instructed all of his nurses in that particular procedure. I never have figured out as to why.

It was the same old same old. The Dr would prescribe me with amoxicillin and send us on our way. The whole thing would repeat itself about every two to three months. I clearly recall this happening to me from age two to around age six. I wonder how this RT fetish I have could have ever possibly gotten started?

My mom was a nurse and gave rectal temps, enemas and shots. Her syringe was glass and reusable. She would boil it between uses and had a sharpening stone to keep it sharp. Anyway I can remember being told to set the example for a temp and dropped my drawers and jumped on the bed while my younger brother and sister watched and waited for their turn. I wasn't embarrassed but did think at the time they were looking at my butt. The favor was shortly returned. I don't remember any joint enemas although there might have been a few with the bulb at an earlier age than I can remember.

I remember getting my rectal temperature taken at my pediatrician’s office. It would either be taken while I was lying on my stomach or my back with both knees pulled back towards my chest. Either the doctor or the nurse would take it. I remember lying on my stomach while getting my temperature taken and watching my siblings run around the doctor’s office. Even then I remember feeling embarrassed that was happening in front of all these people

I remember my mom taking my temperature on the sofa in our living room and also on my parents bed. She stopped taking it rectally at some point, and I started taking by myself when I was able to safely get the thermometer and Vaseline out of the bathroom. I remember one time she was going to use the thermometer and was annoyed that it had Vaseline on it because I must not have cleansed it off very well. That was awful and I feel like she knew it was me?

My temps that were taken in the diaper change position were definitely the most memorable. There is really no way to forget being so exposed with a glass thermometer sticking out of your rectum. The thermometer always seemed a little colder in that position.

My rectal temps. at home and at the doctor, ended when I was around 5, and capable of holding a thermometer under my tongue. This would have been 1960, when rectal temps. were the norm. Apparently, the concern for accuracy was never mentioned. I discovered that concept during my teens, when my friend's mom unsuccessfully tried to persuade me to have my temp. taken that way at 14. I can only tell you, that I hated, and dreaded having a thermometer shoved up my ass as a kid. It was humiliating, greasy, and I would often be left with a sore butt for hours afterward.

I wish I had memories of having my temperature taken rectally as a kid. But, my mom would only do it under the armpit. This is probably why I have no fetish for it. I read the stories here and I sit here and think what it would have been like. Would my mom have pulled my shorts and panties down a little or to my knees or to my ankles. Would she have done it over her knee or me lying on her bed.

Always remember my temperature taken rectal when I was sick. It was always mom sometimes grandma or aunt if mom was working.

I was 50's 60's kid and a 70's teen turning 13 in 1971.

All my temps at home and the doctor's were rectal. I never minded so when i turned 13 and the doctor's nurse asked how I wanted it taken i said rectal is ok.

At home mom let me take my own after age 10 or 11 and I always did it rectally. I still take my temp rectally at age 61.

My brother, two year younger, on the other hand hated everything to do with rectal so he couldn't wait for age 13 so he could go to oral. He finally after a year or two when he was age 14 or 15, talked mom in to buying an oral thermometer. Oh hehehe he just hated it when mom would say to him see your brother doesn't mind rectal so why are you making so much fuss over this.

We grew up in South Dakota in the USA

My Mom would take mine with me on my stomach, pants and underwear down to the knees.

When she would take me to the military hospital, it was behind a screen, pants/underwear to the ankles and over her knee. After the nurse inserted the thermometer, she would open the screen to leave with my butt facing the entire waiting room in that position. Same when she returned to pull it out.

There were nuns where I went to school and if you indicated in anyway you were not feeling good, you went to the clinic where now I know was a perverted nun. She would get her rectal thermometer ready then she would sit in her chair and have take your shoes, pants, and underwear off. Then you would have to stand in front of her when she would then tell you to turn around and spread your cheeks. She would then insert the thermometer, put her hand at the small of your back and time your temperature. Talk about humiliating! And please hope you did not have any streaks in your underwear, that was another embarrassing situation!