A little of my story: I was quite a bit younger when I received my
last rectal temperature clinically (I am 30 now). I was in the hospital
When I went to the ER, it was obvious that I had a fever. I was called
into the exam room by a nurse who proceeded to ask the standard set of
questions. How long was I sick, did I have difficulty going to the
bathroom, sexual history,...etc. I remember I was wearing sweats, T-
shirt a sweatshirt over it, no bra, and cotton panties (I was freezing).
After the history, the nurse asked me to remove my clothes, except my
T-shirt and panties. And to put on a gown she had given me. She left the
room and proceeded to do what I was told. I remember distinctly getting
aroused (even though I was deathly ill), as I slid my sweats off. I
could feel the heat of my body, but the cold of the room. Strange. Maybe
the "hospital smell" had something to do with it.
The nurse came back in and told me she needed to take my vitals. First
the blood pressure, normal. Pulse, normal. Respirations.
She then proceeded to take my temperature. Orally. She was quite pretty
and fairly young. I remember her asking me to open my mouth. At that
time, the glass thermometer was still common. I felt her place it under
my tongue and was immediately aroused (at this time, I had a little
experience with oral sex). She left it in my mouth and told me I was
going to be OK.
She took it out and marked the results down. She then explained the
doctor would be in shortly to examine me.
When she left, I remember feeling tingly. I could not even explain. I
was taking all kinds of cold medicines for some time before coming to
the ER. Maybe that was why. Who knows.
I must have waited for 30 minutes. I had laid down on the exam table. I
was freezing, but knew I was burning up. Finally, the doctor walked in.
He was older, maybe 50's, balding, and was kinda fatherly looking. The
nurse who took my vitals was right behind him.
He introduced himself and sat down in a chair in a corner of the room. I
remember sitting up on the edge of the exam table. By this time, had
made quite a mess of the white paper. It was wrinkled and torn in
He sat there for what seemed like hours studying my paperwork. Finally
he got up and walked over to me. The first thing he did was feel my
forehead. "Carol (don't remember her or his name, sorry), this
temperature cannot be correct." He then asked if I had drank anything
beforehand. I told him "no". Carol told the doctor that she had left it
in at least 5 minutes and it was accurate.
He had a perplexed look on his face. Mary, he said, I am concerned about
your fever and this reading. It doesn't seem accurate to me. On
occasion, it is necessary for us to be as accurate as possible when
symptoms of your nature are present. I wasn't sure I liked the sound of
I really didn't say anything because, at the time, I wasn't sure what he
was getting at. I was just plain sick.
To be quite frank, Mary, we need to take your temperature in a more
"accurate fashion". I distinctly remember this phrase. How I asked.
Rectally, he said. I was immediately embarrassed. Please no, I said.
Five years old was the last time anyone had taken it this way.
Again, he stressed it was necessary, but, said if I refused, I refused.
At that point I didn't know what to do. I was so sick so I agreed. He
comforted me that it was OK and that in certain cases it must be done.
He then asked Carol to go get a rectal thermometer (there was not one in
the room - odd). He also told me he would be right back. Both of them
I sat there for what again seemed like forever. Finally, the nurse came
back in. She had a small container in which I knew what was in there,
and a small, covered tray. She asked me to step off the table so she
could replace the paper. I still remember the sound as she ripped off
the old and put on the new. As she was redoing the paper, she told me
the doctor has also decided to do a pelvic exam to make sure it wasn't
female related. I had heard of these from my friends, but this would be
my first. More apprehension crept in. The doctor soon followed behind
Carol asked me to please get back on the table. I did so. She then
pulled out the extension at the bottom of the table.
The exam table was located in the back corner of the room. From where I
was standing after she asked me to get off for a second, the metal
stirrups were clearly visible and tucked neatly away. Even though I was
younger, I still new what these were for.
I had on a very thin pair of bobby socks, and I remember that they were
not keeping my feet warm on the cold exam room floor. As I stood there
waiting for Carol (emergency room nurse) to finish getting the table
prepared, I felt completely powerless. It was completely exhilarating at
the same time. In some weird way, the fact that I was so sick didn't
matter at that moment.
Well, new crisp paper was put back on. Carol asked me again to "hop"
back up on the table. About this time, the doctor walked backed in. As I
got back on the table, that old familiar crinkle to the paper came back.
All I wanted to do was go somewhere and sleep for a year. I was so tired.
Sorry, feel like I should describe Carol in a little more detail. My
recollection is not very good now. She was about 25, had brown hair and
eyes. I think she wore glasses, too. She had on a very subtle perfume,
something like white linen, but it was not excessive. She wore a pair of
those surgical scrubs, but even in those you could the see the shape of
a fairly attractive young women. Not gorgeous, but distinctive. She was
very well spoken and that comforted me.
The doctor again sat down on his stool on the other side of the room. He
got up and came over to me once again. I remember wondering if it was
him that was going to take my temperature. God, I hoped not. He grabbed
my wrist and proceeded to take my pulse. Didn't say a word. After he was
done he again went to his stool and sat down. There was a small table
where my chart was. He wrote something.
Carol then came back over to me. The bottom of the exam table by the
stirrups had been extended. "Carol," she said, "Please roll over on your
tummy for me." It was at that instant that reality set in. I immediately
protested. "I think I have changed my mind." "Please take my temp in my
mouth again, maybe I did drink something before the first one." The
doctor looked up at me from the corner table.
"Carol, honey," he said, "this will only take a few minutes." "I know a
girl of your age can be easily embarrassed. Let me assure you that we
need to do this to have an accurate diagnosis. It is necessary." With
that, I didn't know what to say, but knew I was blushing.
Carol gave me a reassuring smile. I then proceeded to "roll over on my
tummy." As I did, the gown, which was split in the back got all messed
up. Carol reached under me to straighten it out. I was now somewhat
exposed as the back of this gown was open. All I remember is looking
straight in front of me at that the exam room wall which had some pretty
sorry wallpaper. Carol continued with her work.
First, she asked to lift my hips a little. When I did, she pulled the
bottom portion of the gown up to my waistline. I couldn't believe it.
The room was so cold I could feel goosebumps all over my legs down to my
bobby socks. My little, white panties were now in full view for the
whole world to see. At this time, it was Carol and the doctor.
Carol gently reassured me again by rubbing my thighs gently. "Mary,
honey," she said "I am going to pull your panties down a little." I
immediately protested again (which I new was futile) and clinched my
legs together. She lightly slipped her fingers under the waistband. I
was so embarrassed. I knew (at that time in my life) that I was a pretty
attractive girl. My rear end was nice, not perfect. I always wanted a
tighter ass, as it was a little plump.
Carol gently pulled on the elastic band. I could just imagine the sight.
This was the first time I realized the complete sexuality associated
with my little bottom. Before, I never thought about it. She pulled my
undies down just to knee level. They were kinda bikini types and I still
remember the crotch area not wanting to go. My legs were like a vice.
So there I was, the medical gown at my hips and my panties at my knees.
My ass must of looked funny it was clinched so tight. Carol paid no
attention. She walked over to where she set the tray earlier and grabbed
a small, tubular container. I knew what was in there. She came back over
to the table and basically removed the object right in front of me.
I kinda remember wanting to laugh when she took it out, but that changed
quickly. I had always imagined a "rectal thermometer" with a red end.
This one was not that way. It was the same size as a the thermometer she
used earlier for the oral temp, but had a much shorter, round end where
the mercury was. The other end had the triangle tip, but was clear. She
set the thermometer on the medical stand by the exam table (this stand
also contained the pelvic exam tray - which was covered in blue-paper
At that point, I remember looking over at the doctor in the corner of
the room. He was just sitting there with his legs crossed looking right
at Carol and I.
My attention turned back to the thermometer resting on the tray. I kinda
remember what it was like having my temp taken as a kid. The memories
were vague, though.
Carol turned her attention back to my bottom. "Carol," she said, "I know
you are nervous, honey, but I need you to please relax a little." With
that, she put her hands on my bottom and gently rubbed. This made me
flinch more, but I felt something else. Her touch was cool and soothing.
As much as I hated to admit it, it did soothe me a little. I relaxed.
"Please spread your legs a little, honey."
"Can't you put it in like this," I replied. Carol explained that it
would be much more uncomfortable if I was so tense. She was still
rubbing my young bottom. I slowly spread my legs. Not much. I could
swear that I heard a slight sigh from her. It was at this point that the
doctor got up from his chair and walked to the foot of the table.
As I spread my legs, I could feel my pussy become somewhat visible. I
still remember my lips parting slightly. It must have been a sight. It
was not a very good shot, I knew that. But my mound was still visible. I
also thought (funny how I didn't think this first), that my anus was
also in view. It too, was slightly covered by my young, round cheeks.
At that point, I couldn't believe what happened. The doctor placed his
hands on my calves I rubbed them gently, as Carol was doing to my
bottom. "It will be OK honey," he said.
Carol picked up the thermometer again. I watched her every move. She
asked me to place my hands at my sides and to be very still. She started
to shake the thermometer. Held it up and looked at it in the light. All
was ready. In my apprehension I squirmed a little. The doctor asked me
to please be still.
I again asked for it to be oral. This was half-hearted and didn't mean a
thing at this point. Maybe later the doctor said with a little laugh.
Wonder what he meant by this. Think I was going to find out.
"Mary," Carol said "I am going to put this into your little bottom now."
She gently spread my asscheeks to expose my puckered anus for her and
the doctor to see. He was still at my feet. Again, I could swear I heard
that "sigh." She placed the tip gently at my little button. I clinched
slightly and she told me to relax again. I don't know for sure, but it
seem as though she left it at the entrance for some time. Everything was
in slow motion.
What I felt next was indescribable. Carol pushed the tip of the stubby
thermometer past my virgin entrance. Involuntarily, I clinched. It was
too late, though, the little object hit its target. Carol continued to
insert it, slowly. When it found its final resting spot, something
unusual happened. Carol removed it to the tip. This set shock waves down
my spine. My tender pussy became instantly wet and slightly swollen. I
spread my legs a little more. I was now stretching my panties a little.
The warm feeling was unexplainable. Carol immediately explained she
didn't think she had the right position and that I please be still.
I remember for a brief second, Carol slowly pushed and pulled the
thermometer out of my little anus as if she was fucking me. I wanted to
move my hips. My mind was going. I remember letting out a slight "Ohhh."
Don't even know if they heard. The doctor now seemed to use some amount
of force in holding my legs down so I wouldn't move.
Carol stopped and removed her hand from the thermometer. It was now
independent. Supported by my tight sphincter muscle. I looked over my
left shoulder on saw just an inch or so of the tip protruding from my
anus. Carol was rubbing my bottom again telling me it would be "OK." The
doctors eyes were intently looking at it. I knew his cock was hard.
I remember for a brief second, Carol the RN slowly pushed and pulled the
thermometer out of my little anus as if she was fucking me. I wanted to
move my hips. My mind was going. I remember letting out a slight "Ohhh."
Don't even know if they heard. The doctor now seemed to use some amount
of force in holding my legs down so I wouldn't move. The doctor
continued to hold my calves firmly. I must have lied there for what
seemed like hours. Nurse Carol, now extremely quiet, seemed intrigued by
what she saw. I must admit. I wondered exactly what I looked like lying
I couldn't help it, but my little pussy was wet. I didn't know what was
going on. I was squirming slightly. The doctor requested that I please
not fidget as it would give an inaccurate reading. I felt so
embarrassed. It was at this point I think Carol and the doctor really
knew my current state of mind. It didn't even seem like I was sick any
longer. But I was. Maybe that what was adding to my euphoria.
Regardless, the thermometer was still protruding from my tight, pink
button. I couldn't help but to imagine how my sphincter tightly wrapped
around it. I had to think hard, but I knew it was there.
All of sudden, I heard a knock on the door. It instantly brought me back
to reality. The door opened slightly and an older lady was standing
there. "Doctor," she said, "I have the rest of Mary's file for when you
are ready." (I had been to this hospital several times when I was
younger...sprained ankle, bad colds,...etc.).
"Please put it on the table," he said, quickly removing his hands from
my calves. I instantly wanted to get up. But where to? So I lied there
and stuck my head down into the paper. The lady that opened the door was
older and wore those squinty glasses. I remember her from when I first
checked in at the counter. I looked over my shoulder real quick and
noticed her looking at me. How embarrassing. But the look on her face
made me wetter. I got the feeling she wanted to stay in the room and
watch the rest of exam. I'll never know, she left.
When the door closed again, the doctor walked over to the chart. "Carol,
please remove the thermometer from Mary's rectum."
"Yes sir," she said. Again I felt her fingers on the thermometer. The
slight feel of the movement in my butt felt so good. Carol then spread
my cheeks wide. She grabbed the thermometer and slowly pulled it out. It
was so warm. In one movement, it was out. She placed it on the table,
but did not read it. My anus was empty. I wanted it (or something), back
Carol asked me if I was OK. I said yes. She asked me to roll over onto
my back as the doctor was going to examine me. As I rolled, the gown
again became entangled. My whole lower half was exposed. She discreetly
covered me. She moved back to where she had set the thermometer. Picking
it up, she held it to the light. 102.8 doctor, she said. He wrote in the
chart. Mary, he said, I just went through your chart and history. I have
a few questions I need to ask, if you don't mind. Before I examine you.
I said OK. "First, I will be asking some delicate questions if you don't
mind." I told him I didn't. "OK," he said.
"Do you have periods?"
I said. "Yes, sir."
"Have you ever had a pap smear and pelvic exam?" I said no. (I knew at
my age I should have had one a long time ago, but was scared to)
"Have you ever had sex?"
I said yes. My experience with sex had taken place over the last few
years. Nothing spectacular.
"Do you masturbate...I mean, do you rub your vagina?" I didn't know what
to say. "Please, be honest," he said.
"Yes, sir." I was looking at Carol and she at me. I felt so embarrassed.
The doctor immediately interjected. "Mary, most women masturbate or play
with themselves," he said, "in fact, Carol probably has at some point,
too." With this remark, I kinda felt like the pressure was off of me for
a second. Carol quickly glanced at the doctor. She looked mad.
"Carol," he said, "do you masturbate." She mentioned how she did not see
the importance. I thought they were gonna fight or something. "In an
effort to make Mary comfortable with these questions, I wanted another
women's input," he said, "I didn't mean to sound rude and you don't have
to answer the question."
She looked at the doctor and then at me. "Mary," she said, "I do play
with myself on occasion." I knew when she said "myself" she was talking
about her pussy. She got a fairly good view of mine, but I never got one
of hers. I wanted to see it. I wanted to see her the way she saw me.
"But not only do I Carol, but so does the doctor," she said with a half
ass smile looking at the doctor.
I turned and looked. He didn't seem as shocked as her with this comment.
For some reason I asked him "Do you play with your cock, doctor?" I
couldn't believe I had said that!! I felt like a little slut.
"Yes, Mary...I jerk off." I don't know whether he was trying to shock
me, but it worked. I immediately looked down between his legs for some
reason. I could see the outline of his cockhead starting to bulge in his
pants. Carol was looking, too. It was established...all three of us
"Mary, I need to continue with my questions," he said. "To be more
clear, I will try to use generic, non-medical terms, if that is OK with
you." I'm not sure I quite understood, but I agreed.
"How often do you play with your pussy? Once, twice a week?..." I
nodded, even though at this time in my life I found myself reaching down
there more and more.
"Have you ever sucked cock?" I nodded yes. "Does your partner cum on
your face or in your mouth?" I said no. There was one time, though, when
I jerked this guy off and he shot so far, it hit my ear. Got a little
"Does that gross you out?"
I didn't know how to answer this as I never did it. A lot of my
fantasies involved this, though. "How often do you have sex?" I answered
once or twice a month.
"Have you ever licked or fingered another women's pussy?" I said no.
"Have you ever had anal sex?"
I said, "No," loudly.
"Has anyone ever put their finger in your rectum while you played with
your pussy?" I replied no.
"Mary," he said, "for medical purposes we may need to explore some of
these areas. I think it is time for your exam now.... "
The doctor then got up from his chair in the corner and walked towards
the exam table. I was still lying there with my panties at my knees,
although the gown still covered my pubic area and breasts. Carol moved
around the other side of the exam table. They were both very quiet.
The doctor grabbed his stethoscope, which dangled around his neck. He
did not lift my gown but put the end between my breasts. He moved to
different areas of my chest but never came into direct contact with my
tits. "Take a deep breath, Mary." I did. This was so strange. Every time
I ever had a doctor listen to my heart and lungs I was sitting up. Oh
well. The doctor had a very determined look on his face. He seemed to be
"Mary, roll over on your tummy, honey." I briefly thought they were
going to grab the thermometer again and put it in my bottom. Felt a
twitch in my pussy. I rolled over with Carol's help. Because my panties
were at my knees it was kinda hard. When I got on my tummy, the doctor
quickly put the stethoscope on my upper back. The gown was parted and my
backside was again in plain view. The doctor listened to my heart and
lungs again. He asked me to breathe deeply. This seemed to last for
about 5 minutes. He then did something I never expected. He stropped
listening to my heart and started to rub the small of my back. His hands
were so big. It felt so good and was so relaxing. Slowly I felt his hand
move to my plump little rear (I did not have a "fat bottom," but I was
definitely curvaceous. I had hips). He ran his 2 thumbs gently down my
crack. I jumped a little from not expecting this. By my anus, his thumbs
gently spread my asscheeks. "Spread your legs again, honey." I felt that
sensation I had earlier as he spread my cheeks. My pussy lips (labia
majora and minora to you medical types) slowly parted a little again.
I was confused at the way this exam was going. I was also wet. He
quickly removed his hands and walked back over to small table in the
corner of the room. I was now really confused. He sat down, crossed his
legs and began to write in my chart again. I was again lying there like
I was when they originally took my temperature. My panties had to be
"Carol," he said, "Does Mary's pussy look wet to you?" Carol quickly
reached between my legs and bottom. She did not touch me right on my
box, but pulled the area around it to get a good view. She is swollen
doctor. I glanced over at the doctor who started to write after this
comment. Again, I could see his bulge. He had on tan pants that looked
like polyester. I could have sworn I saw a small wet area where the end
of his dick showed through his pants. I started to want to see his cock
out side his pants.
My mind was racing. Carol was rubbing my bottom gently like she did
earlier. "Mary," he said, "were you playing with yourself before you got
to the hospital ?"
I responded no and wondered where this comment had came from. Doctor,
this is really embarrassing. Can I pull up my underwear. He told me not
to be embarrassed, it was very natural for a young lady to become
aroused while going through an examination like this. The body responds
to touch, sight, and smell. Carol was still rubbing my ass. I was glad
she was there.
"In fact," he said, "I bet nurse Carol is a little 'swollen' also." For
some reason this pissed me off. He was so pompous and arrogant. I looked
at her and she was giving him the meanest look. At that point it was
like he knew what he had said and immediately apologized. He didn't
sound like he meant it.
"My pussy is none of your business, sir!!" she said emphatically.
"Oh, Carol, relax, we are just trying to make Mary more comfortable."
"Well," she said, "You can't be too comfortable they way your dick is
getting hard and those wonderful pants are trying to hold it back."
I laughed. She got him good as he seemed totally struck by the comment.
"If you are so interested in showing Mary how 'natural' it is, why not
remove your semi-hard penis?" He looked mad. I was just lying there with
my ass and pussy out for the world to see watching this nurse and doctor
fight. It was not very professional. But none of this exam had been.
Carol and I were kinda becoming friends. The doctor could see this. He
immediately said we should get back to the matter at hand and to leave
his "cock" out of things. Carol did not let up. "Mary," she said. "can
you see the doctors dick is swollen?" I said yes, but it was very
natural. We both laughed. He didn't.
"Doctor, you seem to be so ho-hum about what this exam has done to Mary,
show us what it has done to you."
"If it will shut you two up, I'll give ya a quick glance...that's it."
With that he slowly spread his legs in the chair and unzipped his fly. I
couldn't believe it! Carol was still at my side as he reached inside to
pull out his protruding member.
In one fell swoop it was out. As he was pulling it, it got a little
stuck on the inside of his pants. When it became untangled it just
flopped out. His cock was semi-hard. It was about 4 inches or so, not
huge, but fairly thick. He had between his thumb and forefinger and
flopped it back and forth. "There," he said, "are you two happy?."
Carol told him to get it "really hard." He protested, but we could both
see he wanted to. With that, he started to stroke his cock slowly in
long up and down motions. It immediately responded and grew
significantly. Within a minute it was fully erect standing 6.5 inches.
The head of his cock was glistening. He seemed completely unaware of our
presence at this time as he continued to jack himself off.
I was still lying on my tummy with my face turned to him while this was
all happening. Carol instructed him to get up and give me a closer look.
With that, he got up from his chair and walked towards me. His cock
stiff as a board and standing at attention. He got up by the table and
was standing there like a he didn't know what to do next. Carol told him
to show me closer. He moved up towards my face. His hard cock was now
probably 3 or 4 inches from my mouth. He started to jack himself again.
"Don't you dare cum in little Mary's face or try to stick that thing in
her mouth!!," she yelled. I knew he wanted to. Bad!