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Laura B
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Date Posted: Monday, May 08, 2023, 11:22: am
My mom finished spanking my bare bottom cherry red and ordered me to get back on the exam table and to lie tummy down with my panties still at half mast. She then opened the door a crack and told Nurse Agnes that we were ready for her now. As I mentioned, I distinctly recall Nurse Agnes doing a little whistle and saying something to the effect of, "Oh my, Mrs. B. You didn't miss a square inch." I don't think I had ever felt so embarrassed in my entire life. Nurse Agnes then said, "Laura, are you ready for me to take your temperature in your bottom now?" And I remember rolling my eyes (in my head, not really, the last thing I needed was another spanking) and thinking, "I'm lying on my tummy with my burning rear end all bare, what do you think?" But I answered meekly, "Yes, Nurse Agnes." She replied, "Wonderful, just hold tight a minute while I get the thermometer ready." From the corner of my eye, I saw her remove one of the thermometers from the flask labeled "RECTAL" and slathering lubricant jelly all over the stubby-shaped bulb and at least half of the thermometer. She then spread my bottom cheeks with her left hand, gently rested the tip of gooey bulb of the thermometer on my anus, and then slid it in at least halfway. At that point, she moved the thermometer so that it was between her middle and ring finger and cupped my bottom with her right hand. And then I lay there silently for five minutes with Nurse Agnes's hand holding my bottom cheeks together all while she made small talk with my mother. I remember that there was a big mirror right next to the exam table and that I turned my head and peeked for a moment and saw myself as I must have looked to Nurse Agnes and my mother. I remember feeling humiliated, like I'd regressed to being a "little girl," but--and here's where it got complicated--I also remember, in a way I couldn't put into words at that point, that the feeling of Nurse Agnes's cool and soft hand on my stinging tush, and the feeling of the thermometer deep in my rectum and nestled between my bottom cheeks, was somewhat...pleasurable. Like I said, I couldn't put the two together at that point, and the sense of humiliation was the dominant feeling, but I do remember feeling a certain something in my vagina that I hadn't felt before. It was especially intense when Nurse Agnes occasionally twisted the thermometer and pulled it a bit to check on what the reading was, or when the temp-taking was finally over and she removed the thermometer from my rectum. That feeling of the thermometer being slid out and the bulb leaving my anus made me shudder a bit. Again, I couldn't make sense of any of this at the time, but I do think was a critical watershed in what became, as I moved into late adolescence and young adulthood, a fetish for spanking and rectal temps (and shots in the bottom as well).
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