Thoughts just before the temperature taking.

Members, what were your thoughts just before the temperature taking? For me, either laying face down on the exam table or home in bed, I would be thinking about the procedure and the feeling the thermometer was about to give.

I would be thinking about mom or the nurse baring my bottom after telling me she "wanted to take my temperature". Thinking of cool air hitting my exposed bottom, feeling my buttocks parted wide and knowing mom or the nurse was viewing my anus and aiming carefully at it and then the gentle insertion into my rectum. All this while watching the rectal thermometer being briskly shaken down and getting so excited on my stomach.

Thinking that my bottom is bare and exposed, so embarrassing. Nudity was taboo in our home. Then knowing that very soon my bare cheeks will be spread and my very private area will be seen and lubricated and penetrated. Makes my blood boil with anxiety and excitement.

That's a perfect description of how I felt. I would add that the moment my mom would say she was going to take my temperature i would feel a buzzy feeling go through my entire body. On one hand I looked forward to the sensation of the cold thermometer being inserted, I also felt it was unfair that I still had to get it taken in my "tushie" like a younger child.

I never had a strange feeling. I just followed my mom into the living room and the next thing I knew was that my pants were down and across my mom's lap. The thermometer was inserted and I just relaxed.

The first time that I was truly cognizant of what was involved had to be as a young teen. It was such a feeling of vulnerability and being compliant, and not fully aware of how my body reacted. As I got older and even now, it still has that impact and, if possible, it's more intense. The moment of being told causes both physical and emotional reactions that only get more acute as I turn over revealing my bare bottom only to have another person's hand spreading my buttocks advising me to "relax" as the probe enters and proceeds to settle into my rectum.

All eyes are focused on this part of my body while my head is turned to the side trying mightily to hide its blush! For whatever reasons, speech becomes nearly muted as a consequence of the nurse holding onto the thermometer as if I am going to run off! It's a mix of feelings that has never left me nor lessened over time or experience, as I see the thermometer being lubed and learn that I must roll over. By then, and it's already too late, my body is reacting, the paper beneath me crinkling, as the direction from the nurse is received causing me to flash back to those earlier times when mom would say, "Do as your told. It's only a thermometer."

Well that was true then and now but the difference today is one of anticipation and stronger bodily and psychological reactions. The moment of insertion goes from "Oh" to "Oh my!" How this happened remains a bit of a mystery since, "It's only a thermometer."

I felt very apprehensive just before my last r/t at the doctor's. Frankly, I had little time to react. The nurse just said she was going to take it rectally and I was afraid it would hurt. Then the thermometer was inserted and it felt wonderful. It felt bigger than it really was and my breathing grew heavy. I just focused on the sensation and all too soon it was over.

Being bent over or on all 4 just waiting for the rectal temp a bit nervous even maybe

Mostly embarrassed to be lying face down and bare bottom up (often over a lap) and thinking about what was going to happen.

My fear was always about rectal discomfort. The first time that I had a rectal temp taken as an adult it was from a girlfriend, who was reluctant because she thought it would be painful. I did have a very painful rectal temp taken as a child, so I was very tense. Surprisingly it felt incredible this time around. She was gentle and caring, afterward I happily reciprocated and she enjoyed it too.

I have only had my rectal temp taken as an adult and in roleplay but I love the thought of having it taken in this way before a spanking as punishment for behaving like a little girl. So I'm going to have my temperature taken like a little girl to see if I am well enough to take my spanking!

So lying across someone's knee having my bottom prepared for the thermometor while knowing a spanking is going to follow!! Humiliation and dread is what I think and feel !

I can't identity any thoughts; there's just a feeling of intense vulnerability and embarrassment. I love it ?

It really depended on how ill I was. Early in March, 2017, I had a strain of the flu that my shot did not prevent. I felt miserable and I really didn't care who saw my behind or took my rectal temperature. Even when I was better, after a week and a half, getting my pajama or sweat pants down for mom's old rectal thermometer didn't bother me. Sort of like being in a hospital on the last day. You are used to the proceedures there, right up to your discharge. The embarrassing temps were the ones when you only felt a bit sick, or when mom put her hand on your forehead. You knew what was coming next! I call it the, 'blush rush", because you knew your pants were coming down, that thermometer was going in, and you hoped nobody else would see your bare behind- especially as a teenager!

I DREADED having my temperature taken in my bottom. I'm not sure what my thoughts were before, but I know I was kicking and screaming during.

Just before I had my temperature taken I would think about the actual insertion of the thermometer as well as how deep the end would be inserted. Then as the thermometer was inside I thought of those who would be looking at my bare bottom. This was especially true when I was at the doctor's office on the exam table. In my teen years I wondered if I would get an errection while the instrument was inserted

I always got kind of nervous. The good kind of nervous. It would always seem like hours of waiting in anticipation.

When I was told I was going to have my temperature taken as a child I thought about being vulnerable. Having to lie across my mother's lap and my bottom bared. The thought of the cold thermometer being inserted, and knowing that if I didn't comply a spanking would follow.

Nervousness and fear. After some traumatic experience when I was a child, (I have it linked in my profile), just being told to lay on my belly struck fear in me. Even though it was usually just a rectal thermometer at home, I was just as much afraid as when I was on an exam table at the doctor or in a bed at the hospital. The white uniforms terrified me. The fear would intensify when I felt my underwear being pulled down and the cold air on my rear end. Once I felt the cool sensation of the thermometer going in did I know I was safe...

At home I didn't think much about it at all. I was very used to it. At the pediatrician's office, especially as an older teenager, I felt butterflies in my stomach as I lay there in anticipation of the nurse lowering my underwear. It wasn't a particularly good feeling, but once the underwear was down, the anticipation was over and I relaxed a bit, just hoping it would be over soon.

I am the oldest of 5 kids. One of my fears was that someone would see my bare bottom either getting spanked or with mom's thermometer in it.

I never reacted when my temperature was going to be taken. I just dropped my pants and underwear and laid over my mom's lap and the cold thermometer was inserted and I just relaxed. It was a slow process.

I remember crying when being told I needed it taken, as a small child, and a feeling of dread and nerves in my belly as I walked to my mother's room, had my underwear removed, and climbed up on the bed. The feeling of being exposed, and lying there on my stomach as she opened the case, took the thermometer out and shook it down. The twist in my belly would intensify when she opened the Vaseline and applied it to the thermometer, and then I would close my eyes and wait for that feeling of insertion.

In a way i kinda enjoyed having my temp taken. Loved watch her shaking it down. The thought that always came to my mind was wondering if i would be told an enema would be coming next

I wasn't a happy camper when I was told that my rectal temp. was going to be taken. I had to be held down most of the time. This continued until rectal temps. stopped, at around age 5. Today, I wouldn't be on this board, if it weren't for my new "perspective" on rectal temps. As an adult, they have been one of the greatest pleasures.

I experienced many feelings others here have expressed. Yet, those feelings evolved as time and tears rolled on. As a small toddler, news of my temperature being taken was typically met with tears. As a young boy, I learned to accept it, but got quite quiet and looked inward. As a teen, I felt like a child, was embarrassed, yet I also new I was safe and did not argue or rebel. This applied to my life at home as well as my trips to the pediatrician. I also do remember the "ritual" of wondering if this would be the time I was given the oral thermometer and the butterflies when I learned that was not to be the case.

During the age of 4 and when I was sick and starting to know what was going on, I was thinking about that there has to be another way to take my temperature instead of rectally but, I don't even think about that until after I had dropped my pants and started to lay over my mom's lap and when she inserts the cold thermometer into me. Toward the end of age 4 and when my told me that she was going to take my temperature, it popped into my mind for me to ask about taking my temperature another way.

After learning arm pit, I never had anymore thoughts.

The thoughts would be will the nurse or doctor slide my undies all the way down to my ankles or take them off?? Hahaha either way the thoughts of them looking at my private area and spreading butt cheeks to insert a butt thermometer watching the sphincter contract while it’s inserting! Wonder what the nurse/doctor are thinking when they penetrate my butthole…I want a play exam so they can tell me haha

Anticipation & Excitement when my play partner would spread my cheeks, insert his lubed finger nice & deep then slip that glass rod ever so gently into my rectum 🍑🌡

Like passivetemp, I always wondered if it would be the last time after all ,I was over 12. I d be so angry Id be breathing hard and fast , like a snorting bull, because I was obviously angry.

I remember my thoughts being mostly inquisitive, because that is the type of kid I was.

Why do I have to take my pants off for this sore throat? Why do I have to lay on this paper? Why is this strange woman taking down my underwear? Why is she prying apart my butt and squeezing something cold onto by butthole? Why is she snapping her wrist with that thing in her hand? Why is this woman with the funny hat putting that cold thing into my butt, only to leave it there while she visits with my mother? Why is this happening? How is all of this going to make me feel better? Why does my mother have to stay in here, and not wait for me out in the waiting room? This is so embarrassing. I feel so sick, and this happening to me too. I hope I never have to do this ever again!

“I hope the thermometer is lubed and they don't know how much I like this!”