I called Robyn (my mommy/girlfriend) on the phone and she said she would be right over. (When I’m sick I really become a baby.)
She arrived 20 minutes with a cvs drugstore bag.
“I’m going to have to take your temperature little boy” she said with a sly grin. “Now,
take down your pants, get over my knee and spread those cheeks.”
I was kind of shocked at first…then embarrassed …then turned on!!!
Being over her knee in such a humiliating possision got me hot but feeling the cold glass biing inserted deep into my rectum drove me out of my mind. I thought I would explode!
Getting my temperature taken rectally brought out all sorts of feelings in me. It reminds me of time when I was very young…..
I remember one time when I was 6 or 7, I was playing with a girl my age (Patricia) who lived next door. We were in my living room when suddenly I didn’t feel so good. I told her that I was going to take a nap and laid down on the couch. She left and soon after my mom came into the room. Seeing me on the couch like that she placed her hand on my forehead saying I felt a little warm. She told me to lower my pants and lay down on my tummy so she could take my temperature. (My Mom was of the belief that oral thermometers did not get a proper reading. We used only rectal thermometers till I was in my teens and I started to complain.)
Right after she inserted the thermometer the phone rang. She told me not to move and left the room.
Well, as I’m laying there on the couch with the thermometer sticking out of my butt, Patricia came back!!! She had forgotten a toy and didn’t even knock or anything! I remember the feeling so distinctly even though it was so long ago. It was a strange combination of embarrassment and helplessness. I was embarrassed that she saw me like that, but even more embarrassed to remove it in front of her so I just kind of acted like it was not even there. The funny thing was so did she! She sat down on the couch and was talking to me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She never said a word about it. After a few minutes mom came back. She didn’t seem to care that my friend was sitting right there!!! She removed the thermometer and held it up to the light.
“Hmmm…99 degrees this better go back for another minute.”
She spread my little buns open and re-inserted the thermometer. All that time Patricia kept talking to me as if nothing going on.
I would love to know if others have a special feeling about rectal temps.
If people are interested maybe we can start a role play!

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