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Subject: Re: Getting Bared Author: Matt AS [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: Sunday, July 17, 2011, 10:47: pm In reply to: Ricardo 's message, "Getting Bared" on Tuesday, June 28, 2011, 10:40: am I think it's funny how I always got shy when I knew I was going to get my temperature taken. I never pulled down my own bottoms and always waited for grandma(pa) to take them down for me. Parents or grandparents always seemed skilled enough to spread the cheeks wide enough with just one hand while the other shook the thermometer. So being bared really meant being bared, no room for embarrassment. Again felt like ages before the insertion, then you had to wait 3+ mins after the...always cold...thermometer went in to get the reading. Looking back I still feel a bit shy about it, but wouldn't give up the experiences now for anything. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Re: Getting Bared Author: Tyler [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Monday, July 18, 2011, 12:10: am I remember the whole procedure as if it happened yesterday. Most of my rectal temps occurred in the nighttime once I was fast asleep. I would awake to the feeling of my pajama bottoms bring lowered to the backs of my knees. The cool draft would pass across my bottom slightly waking me. Still groggy, I could hear my mom uncap the Vaseline jar as she prepared to lubricate the rectal thermometer almost to the 98.6 mark. Then I would feel the sensation of her parting my buttocks with her thumb and forefinger. After a slight pause, the overly greasy thermometer would be gently guided up into my bottom no less than halfway. My nervous anus would throb on the thermometer, pushing the excess Vaseline back out , thus leaving a little Vaseline "ring" around the thermometer. My mom always kept the thermometer in my rectum for a minimum of 5 minutes, sometimes twirling the thermometer, or pulling it out a bit to check it, only to push it back in. After 5 minutes she would remove it. I can still remember the warm "pulling" feeling as the used thermometer was removed from my now greasy little anus . My butt heels would again be separated, and a kleenex passed between my cheeks in order to wipe out the abundance of Vaseline. Then my mom checked the thermometer's reading. Sometimes this resulted in my bottoms being pulled back down, and the thermometer being inserted for an additional 5 minutes. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]