Love/hate with the thermometer

It seems just like so many of us with a rectal temp fetish, developed a love/hate relationship with the thermometer. It was something that I didn’t want done but enjoyed at the same time. I’m not sure when that transition from not wanting it to craving it occurred but I think temps stopped shortly after I started liking it. For those of you with similar experiences do you remember having those conflicting emotions and when did you start liking it? Did your parent realize it?

I doubt that I ever enjoyed having my rectal temp taken as a child but in my teens I found it quite satisfying and developed a fetish for it, along with enemas.

Just like I said under other topics, my rectal temperature was taken during my infant and toddler years. Then near age 5, I started learning arm pit. So I have no information on I what liked and did not like about rectal temperatures.

I don't really remember getting rt's as a child but I am sure that I did. I.have vague memories of them. I do remember suppositories, that's for sure. I think somewhere as a young teen, maybe 13 or so I started to remember the feel of something going up my butt and wanted that sensation again. It might have been because that was about the age I was when I got my last suppositories from my mom. I just know I love rt's now, but love it even more when @BKuggs takes mine!

I can honestly say I really can't remember how my temp was took as a child and may been rectal but not sure, really didn't get turned on by the rectal thermometer till I met my first girlfriend who was a nurse and she was very kinky and was in my early 20's and she told me about getting your temperature took with your butt and go me very interested and from there it's just been part of my life and same with getting shots and any medical play I love it and couldn't see myself not being a patient to a very strict caring nurse I thankfully been with for last 5 years!

As a young kid, I hated them. To me, they were a symbol of parental control, and I saw them as a form of punishment, because my mom, in fact had used them in that way. After my temp. was taken, I had a sore and greasy butt, and was angry as all get go. It wasn't until many years later, as a young adult, that I had a girlfriend who was a nurse, and she took my rectal temp. I went from hating them, to finding them to be erotic. When you have your mom taking your temp. as a youngster, it's a far cry from being re-introduced to the thermometer later in life, with an attractive woman taking it. You also become aware that the anus/rectum can become a fountain of pleasure, when stimulated.

Different to me. When I was young I was used to get the thermometer in my bum when I was ill. So that was an automatic reaction. Even as a teenager I believed for long time that fever has something to do with the bottom, because it is measured there and you get suppositories against it. My parents told me, I am so kind to accept the measurements, so they just continued that way until I was 16. Now I live somewhere else and RT is still first choice.

For me it was never a question of love hate dichotomy. For me I always enjoyed it, from my earliest memories the sensation of having my rectal temperature taken was always pleasurable. If it hadn't been I most likely would not have this fetish as an adult. But I do and that is fine, I was hard wired for it as far as I can tell. The moment I saw my mom coming into the room with the big jar of Vaseline I began to get that tingle. And that only became more intense as the thermometer was slowly inserted into my waiting bottom. Than lying there for the five minutes it took to register only heightened the intensity of that pleasurable sensation.

The feeling about rectal tempso definitely changed from child to adult. As a child and teenager it was embarrassing, later I enjoyed the feeing..

Definitely when you have the glass ones they have to stay in for SO long. I like the feeling just sometimes it is just too long lol. The digital ones are faster.

I got rectal thermometers when I was small and probably until about 10. Mom was a nurse and didn't bother to keep multiple thermometers on hand so in the case one size fit all (asses). I never wondered what would have happened if she needed to check her own temp. Since she just stuck it in and left it for 5 minutes without moving it around I really didn't think too much about it and got a lot more stimulation from her enemas. In a play scenario I like to start with a temp and twirl and pull it in and out for the whole 5 minutes. I was surprised how hot and bothered you can get from just that small glass tube. The first time I played with Petal I did this and when I let go of it for a minute she squeezed it so hard it popped out of her butt. I never let her forget that and would kid while we were doing them "Hold on a second while I put on my safety glasses!" She would turn beet red every time. Too cute.

My mother was a pediatric nurse who took rectal temps from tot to twenty, as she put it. For her, taking ours rectally was just an extension of what she did in the hospital.

My feelings echo that of another poster. As I got older, into my teenage years, I found it quite embarrassing but years later I acquired different feelings about it, and perhaps yearned for it.

Well, in my case, that was just the way it was. If you were a small child, mom (or granny) stuck it in your rear (with suitable lubrication), if you were older you had to stick it in yourself. Everybody did that in the family.

Moppys jalopy: your mom probably took her own temperature rectally..

I don´t remember anything about my earlier temptakings. But from the age of 5 until I was 16 I developed a true love/hate relationship with the thermometer. In the beginning temptakings were mostly surrounded by feelings of hate because I wasn´t really fully awared of what was inserted in my bottom and I was afraid it would hurt me. At the age of 10-12 when my sexual feelings started to mature I secretly started to love the feeling of the insertion of the thermometer.

This kind of love/hate relationship lasted until I was allowed to take my own temp at 16. I

don´t know which side of the relation was the strongest one. The love from the stimulation the temptaking gave to me or the hate from the shame and embarressment it caused to me.

For me it was mostly a "Love" relationship with the rectal thermometer. In my home, growing up, mom took the temperature rectally to age 6 or 7. She was always worried we would bite the oral thermometer and preferred the rectal thermometer for safety reasons. I came to like the sensations the thermometer provided.

At 12 , I went to the hospital pediatrics wing for an operation. There was a very pretty blonde nurse you took rectal temperatures routinely each day. It was very exciting for me to have her bare my bottom, spread my buttocks and insert a very slick thermometer up my rectum. From that point on right up to today, I was hooked on them. My girlfriend and I take each others rectal temps when sick or just for fun

My mom stopped taking my rectal temp around 6 or so. I definitely remember liking it but then there was a period of years where the interest was dormant. Somewhere around the age of 12 I “rediscovered” the thermometer as puberty hit and the fetish came back full fold as I started remembering those temps, reenacting them and taking my own. Does anyone have similar experiences?

I definitely had a love/ hate relationship. I would protest when it HAD to be done - like legitimate protest, not faking it when a parent or sitter took my temperature - but LOVED it when playing doctor with friends, and eventually playing on my own. In the cases where I protested, I actually enjoyed the sensation, but I was objecting to the implication that I was too young to be trusted with an oral thermometer, especially since I was accustomed to oral at the doctor's office.

I had a similar response the first time I received medication via suppository. I was affronted by the idea of having the medicine put up my butt, but quickly became fascinated by it.

I have a love relationship with the thermometer it was the only way my temperature was taken at home. and I didn't mind it.

When I was 16 I had a respiratory infection and a high fever that lasted for several days. That's the first time I remember a nurse at our doctors office and my mom at home taking my temp rectally. Growing up, my mom had two thermometers, oral and rectal. Maybe it was our doctor who instructed her to take my rectal temperature during that time when I was sick. What I remember is being wrapped in damp towels to bring my fever down and every couple of hours she took my temperature. She had a tube of Vaseline, not a jar. She squeezed a little on the bulb of the thermometer and then slipped it into my bottom. It was more embarrassing at first, and after having it taken so often, I didn't mind it .

Is it the humiliation? The sexual stimulation? The loss of control? The youthful regression? Why do we love giving and receiving rectal temperature? Your thoughts?

I would have to say is the feeling of the insertion of the cold thermometer and laying on the bed while waiting for the results of the reading. If a nurse was taking my rectal temperature, I would like the attention from the nurse looking at my butt while waiting for the reading.

For me it’s the humiliation/embarrassment that goes with it, and the age regression that leads to such humiliation/embarrassment.

I think it's pretty straightforward. As a teen and adult, we've found our hot buttons. The anus and rectum with so many nerve networks, can work in incredible ways. So it would make sense that sticking some slithery and smooth glass up there, can be a huge turn on. And if you have a partner, so much the better. The tingling sensations of the thermometer being twirled perhaps, paired with exotic perfume, smooth skin to rub against, a tongue in your ear...then the thermometer being slowly removed, and read, with the Vaseline dripping off, while you're still laying there on your stomach.......watching your significant other announce your temperature.......I mean....what's not to love ?

I can't remember ever having it done when I was younger, so it's not age regression for me. Also don't think it's really sexual stimulation - I do like anal play but I'm used to having something bigger in there and find that I'm hardly even aware of the thermometer being in.

I don't find it hugely embarrassing, so I think it must be the exposure. I'm definitely an exhibitionist so I think it's knowing that I'm on show when we're waiting. Even better if I know the front of my body can be seen too.

Regarding me i just realize during my teens that i found particulary excitin see scene of rectal temp taking for example from the old site of spanking videos. I never focus me on this type of contrast you are talking.

I have a love relationship with the thermometer it was the only way my temperature was taken at home. and I didn't mind it.

I have to agree i loved RT from a very young age. The feel of the thermometer and vaseline. my brother on the other had hated everything to do with RT after about age 6. He went as far as to ask the doctor when he had his son years later to never ever take the boys RT.

Similar situation to me and my 3 yrs older brother: while I was patient and compliant, when I got measured rectally, my bro always started discussion and cried a river, what sometimes ended up, that both parents measured him. Even at the pediatricians tried to defend from getting the thermometer in his bum. So there was one situation where we both were ill and had an appointment together (me 8 and he was 11), when the first thermometer was pushed inside me, than they took care about my bro, and I had to wait all the time until they finished with him (10 or 15 minutes?) to finally get free from my thermometer. And I already mentioned to another topic that the pediatrician took a longer thermometer, pushed the long tip all way in, pushed up my shorts afterwards, so I had a feeling of uncomfortable pressing all times as if the thermometer continously is pushed deeper and deeper (indeed it does because after that 10 or 15 minutes even the thick part of the thermometer went in nearly half way). So this was a situation I was bit pissed of my brother's behavior for short time.

Giving him suppositories was even worse, but frequently I was not there to see and hear him protesting and fighting and so on (I couldn't because therefore I like my bro too much, maybe I felt with him, don't know)

I suppose I had a love hate relationship with the rectal thermometer. I recall fussing about it sometimes, but I often pretended my crayons were thermometers, and found that to be exciting. The part I learned to fear was sometimes an enema followed a rectal temp. That was a procedure that really scared me