Waiting with the thermometer

For me I think one of the most embarrassing (and now erotic times ) is after the rectal thermometer is inserted and you are just laying there waiting for it to register. I can remember being over moms lap looking down at the floor and then turning around to see her hand cupping my buttocks holding the thermometer in place. “Hold still,”I’d be told. “Just a few more minutes”. At the doctors office, I’d be face down on the exam table, crinkly paper underneath me, with the nurse doing the honors. All the while the room would always seem suddenly, oddly serious, with all attention placed on the thermometer registering in my rectum waiting for it to announce whether I was ill or not.

I remember one time at a girlfriends house. I was sick, but not too sick, but I persuaded my GF at the time to take my temp. I was so excited when she came back with the thermometer and inserted it. I was very anxious when she removed the thermometer after the beep and she told me my temp. Those 30 sec just waiting while she held it in was hot (for me) and I felt a bit embarrassed aswel I think.

I feel the same way with Davocea. I was between ages 3 and 4 and just like I said under another topic. As soon as I dropped my pants and underwear and laid down over my mom's lap and as soon as my mom inserts the cold thomometer into me, I will be laying there and keep asking my mom, "Are you done yet?" It felt like forever when she told me "Not yet." It felt like a long 5 minutes. I was rushing mom to get done so I can raise up off of my mom's lap so I can redress and go back to playing with my toys. My temperature was taken rectally at the doctors but, my mom was the one taking it. A former member said that they were never touched by a nurse and I was the same way.

I was in the hospital in the pediatrics ward of our local hospital. As was usual, my temperature was taken rectally. One morning, my pretty blond nurse came in. She walked over to my bed. I always slept on my stomach. She pulled down my sheet and bared my bottom. I turned my head and watched as she briskly shook down the thermometer and lubricated it with K-Y Jelly. I felt the fingers of her left hand on my buttocks. Moments later she spread them wide and slid the rectal thermometer straight up my rectum. She released my buttocks. Suddenly she said. "Lay still for me, I'll be right back." She left the room to tend to something. I lay there with the slick glass rod tingling in my rear. I felt the rectal thermometer slide up and fall out of my rectum. My nurse returned and apologized for taking so long. Then she noticed the rectal thermometer behind me and between my legs. "Oh my, it fell out," she said and she picked it up, spread my cheeks again and re-inserted the instrument up my rectum and started the temperature taking all over again. Five minutes later she finally withdrew it and charted the reading. The next morning, she stayed with me while the thermometer was inserted- for the full three minutes. A true story from around 1974 when I was 12.

Waiting for it to be inserted, and the entire process that follows. It can only be fully enjoyed with a vintage glass thermometer.

The most exciting parts for me are when the thermometer (if it is an old mercury one) is shaked and also then insertion part. However the waiting for the reading could be really embarassgin and as a consequence really exciting. The idea of stay still with the thermometer stick out from the butt for 4-5 minutes is something special. It is a mix of embarassement, exciting and fear.

Definitely. Thinking about how I look to the other person, how vulnerable I am, how they've seen the thermometer go into my butt... Mmm

As a child the waiting was the best part. It was the silent time that I could enjoy the feel of thermometer resting deep within my rectum. It tingled and throbbed, building to an intense wave of pleasure that the long five minute resignation time that my Mom used. And the fact that after telling me to roller over and pull down my pants the silence that followed helped the whole experience. By being able to concentrate on the feeling building within me allowed the full enjoyment to build to a proverbial climax.

Getting a rectal temp at the clinic was routine when I was a kid and happened whether I was sick or not until I was 11 or 12 but not after that. Since we used the clinic on the military base where my dad was, the military nurses had the same routine for every kid every time. Strip to underpants first and then we had to lie on our stomachs on the exam table while our briefs came down and the rectal thermometer was inserted. Then the nurse would usually leave and the thermometer stayed in for several minutes until the nurse came back by to remove and check it or the doctor came in and took it out. Looking back, it must have been embarrassing as an older boy to be almost naked lying face down with my underpants around my ankles and a thermometer in my butt but only if I was not sick and feeling well enough to be self-conscious about it. If I was sick and running a fever, I don't remember caring at all and just wanting to do whatever to feel better.

It depended on the situation. It was drilled into me very early to be still while having my temperature taken. Often times my mother would leave my bedroom after inserting the glass rod. Many the time I had to sing out to her to remind her I was waiting. It got boring lying there unable to move.

Other times it was traumatic, when I knew that an enema would be forthcoming once my temperature was taken. During the registering time I could plainly hear the unmistakable sounds from the bathroom that meant I would be soon over her lap for a cleanout.

At the doctor’s office the nurse took my temperature before the doctor came in. I’d be face down on the table, underwear around my knees. She held the thermometer in place while getting the skinny on my health from my mother.

House calls were the worst. Our pediatrician used the thermometer to keep me still while he prepared a shot. He read my temperature by spreading my cheeks before jabbing in the needle.

While we were on our tummies with our pants down and thermometer in place, mom would sometimes have us count to 300, the number of seconds in 5 minutes.

Laying on my tummy with the thermometer inserted, all I think about is what is to come next, and that is usually the enema.

I like to be over the knee have my bottom bared before the thermometer is prepared

While over the knee hearing the lid screwed off the vaseline then the thermometer being dipped in

During the preparation of the thermometer my bare bottom is on someones knee twitching because I know my cheeks are about to be opened and something put inside it

All for my own good of course

This is such a fun idea to me for some reason, I would love to have my temp taken OTK and have to sit and wait with the thermometer up my bum waiting for what's next.

Definitely the most nerve wracking and embarrassing part of a rectal temp at the doctor's office was waiting for it to register. At 12 years old I vividly remember almost coughing it out and looking back over my shoulder, and seeing the nurse holding the thermometer in my bottom like an ink pen. Both the nurse and my mother had their eyes fastened on my bare bottom, which was extremely humiliating. I was told to turn around and relax, which I did, knowing my butt was the center of attention.

But the worst part of all was not knowing what would happen at the door for that 3 minutes. I once had a mother with two little girls walk in with me while laying there with a thermometer in my butt. The girls eyes got wide as saucers seeing me laying there like that, as I buried my face. The nurse that walked them in apologized and left, leaving the door wide open, however. During the same visit I referenced above, the doctor walked in, whispered something to the nurse, then said he would be back in a few...again leaving the door open. The door seemed to never be shut or stay shut during rectal temp, so you never knew just how many people caught a glimpse of your bare butt with a thermometer in it. And time slowed down to a crawl, especially if you knew the door was open and people were nearby.

Problem that sucks now is if your giving it with a digital thermometer that read in seconds . So it’s only in the butt for about a minute tops

Nothing can replace that feeling for five minutes waiting

As a youngster being in the clinic waiting area, the rest of the mothers would look and smile at me as if they knew what was about to befall me, and that was embarrassing. I just knew that they knew, and I’m sure they did! It just probably wasn’t at the top of their minds like I thought it was though. The receptionist also knew, so I would try my best to avoid eye contact with her. I felt like I was carrying a sign around my neck that read “Take My Rectal Temp!” I may have been a bit too paranoid, but getting my RT taken at the clinic never ever failed to happen.

My experience were very similar to others posting here. The 5 minutes that the thermometer stayed in my rectum was an eternity. It actually felt like an hour. The nurse would stand next to me holding the thermometer in. Sometimes the nurse would gently pat my backside. This was especially embarrassing when I was 16 or 17 years old. Yes, the door would be closed maybe half way and sometimes another nurse would enter, leaving the door wide open and anyone walking by could see me lying on the table with the thermometer in my rectum. It was bad enough when I didn't know the person, but the worst was when a girl I went to high school with and her mom saw me. My face must have been red.

That impossibly long three or four minutes is the best part of a temp to me. Lying there, fully exposed and being made to submit to an infantile procedure while getting incredibly aroused while trying hard (heh) not to show it, is the key to my fetish.

I agree. When I was a young boy, I also thought those minutes the thermometer had to register, were the longest of my life. But when I was in my bedroom I usually had my radio on, so I could listen to some music at the same time while I had the glass thermometer inside my bottom...

I'll agree with those who think that waiting is the best part, or at least close to it. That and the actual insertion outweigh everything else. There's an element of embarrassment I suppose, while you're waiting for it to register, but maybe it's more about the feeling that you can't move than anything else.

Along with everyone else, the waiting is a source of anxiety and interest. When you see a doctor more than once for a physical and receiving a rectal temp is part of the process, apprehension takes over, and for me, there has been heightened vigilance. Upon entering the exam room, I immediately survey the counter for signs of thermometers and KY. Absent seeing a rectal thermometer is no measure of safety given the portable type with the electronic cord. Not sure what that is called but all I know is that the probe seemed longer when inserted into me.

Being unclothed and on the table meant squishing and crinkling the paper as I would await instructions. The nurse reaching for the lube always meant there was no escape or delay. Having to lay on my belly has always felt more intense and a source of an erection while lying on my side or the embarrassing position of bending over onto the table and spreading my cheeks did not have the same consequence. I wonder if others react this way?

Insertion regardless of position meant the nurse first dabbing my anus with KY and telling me "Deep breath, Relax" as it pushed in and deeper until she found its resting position well after I had stopped clenching and gasping. The wait seemed to take forever and suddenly I am totally aware of my nakedness and what's showing between my cheeks. It's a unique feeling for sure; vulnerability as well as a source of internal sensations. How many bottoms did she see that day?

These memories are surely rewarding and make the next RT equally meaningful. "This only takes a few minutes dear."

It seemed the room always got quiet when the thermometer was inserted into my butt. I remember squeezing and relaxing my sphincter to feel how much the thermometer shifted in my butt. If I was over mom's lap, she laid her hand across my buttocks and so was aware of my tensing and cautioned me to lay still. When I was a little older (5ish) mom was more insistent on me holding still. If I couldn't she'd withdraw the thermometer and give my butt a few spanks before reinserting the thermometer deeply. She then held her finger over the end of the thermometer to keep it deeply in place.

I either have my temperature taken in my mouth or under my armpit (usually armpit). And its a digit thermometer but sometimes my doctor does leave it there. He usually places the thermometer wherever and then goes about fiddling with paperwork. It will be beeping and he will just say "I'll get it eventually".

I just layed there and did nothing.

As a Role-Playing doctor in Boston, I had lots of fun when telling my patients they were to receive a rectal temp. One young man had stripped and was wearing his exam gown. After he properly read the letters on his eye chart I asked him to bend over the exam table. He looked at me with alarm. I said: "In this office, we take temperatures rectally." "Really? Do I have to?" The look of anxiety in his face is something I can't forget. Yes, I know it is something that most young men have embarrassment about, but, it is how things are done in Dr Nash's office." As I said this he rolled his eye and I instinctively placed my hand on his shoulder guiding him over the examination table. I told him I was now going to expose his entire backside and moved the exam gown completely aside. AS I moved my chair close to him it squeaked and he let out a small sound of complete anxiety. "I am going to now spread your buttocks quite wide young man." "I understand," he said and when I had, I asked him if he could feel how open he was. "Yes, Dr Nash" "Are you going to take my temperature this way?" Yes, I said as I slid the old fashioned thermometer right inside of him. By this point, he was shaking and I took my other hand and had him spread his legs a bit more to expose his scrotum. I kept his buttocks spread for a full five minutes as the temp was being registered. When I withdrew it, I asked him to remain in his position until I asked him to stand. When I said his temp out loud, I asked that he stand and he did and it was clear that he was now fully erect as his exam gown could no longer lay flat to his body.

Yes, the time after the drama of having it inserted until it was pulled back out always seemed like an eternity. There was nothing I could do but lay there on my stomach on the exam table. At home it was similar, just be quiet and still the whole time it registered.

At drs the nurse would have to hold it in because back then I’d squirm. At home I was left in room.

I'm sure that we have all been embarrassed while our rectal temps were being taken. Being the oldest of 5 kids, I was more concerned with one of them peeking into my room or mom's room, while my bare bottom were upturned and thermometer was in place.