0 comments/ 86648 views/ 7 favorites Fem Dom Rectal Temperature Taking By: dominantwomenrule About a year ago I discovered rectal temperature taking as a domination tool in my marital relationship. My husband began as a very reluctant participant, but with firmness on my part he has if nothing else accepted the practice. My interest was sparked quite by coincidence. My husband was experiencing flu-like symptoms. A doctor friend of mine agreed to stop by to have a look at him on her way to an appointment. I was not paying much attention while she checked him out. At one point I left the room. When I returned I was just in time to witness him rolling over on his stomach followed by the doctor pulling down the bed sheet, tugging his underpants down to his knees, and after lubricating a thermometer spreading his ass cheeks and inserting the instrument into his waiting rectum. When she spread his checks and inserted the thermometer I noticed he buried his face in the pillow. My initial reaction to the event focused on his embarrassment of having to lay there exposed to a strange woman who just shoved a glass tube up his ass. I also thought about the complete control the situation gave her over him and his associated submissiveness. The next day I purchased a rectal thermometer and upon getting home announced my intentions. He seemed hesitant and quite sheepish about my plans. Initially, our activity was confined to episodes in the bedroom. When I was feeling the urge I would announce it was time to take his temperature. This was his cue to roll over on his stomach, lower his pajama bottoms or underpants and wait for me to insert the thermometer. I experimented with placing him in different positions and in varying states of undress. My two favorite positions were to get him up on all fours on the bed and for him to lay on his back and raise, bend and spread his legs. I liked him nude for this position because he was completely exposed to my view and his butt was easily accessible. Over time I coaxed him to doing it in other parts of the house. While watching TV or a movie I would often fetch a thermometer at some point during the evening. He of course knew what was coming and would ask what position I wanted him in. One of my more memorable experiences was when I had him take off all his clothes and lay on the sofa in a way he could still see the TV. I had him stay in this position with the thermometer up his butt for the entire movie. Every once in a while I would go over and give the thermometer a slight twist or pull it out and put it back in. On a rainy weekend day recently when I was feeling particularly devious, I handed him a tee shirt and said that was all he could wear. I spent a good part of the day dreaming up places in the house and positions to take his temperature such as in the garage, in the kitchen bent over the counter, and my all time favorite across my lap while I talked to a friend on the phone. An amusing consequence of this day is the thermometer going in and out of him so many times irritated the wall of his anal passage. On Monday I insisted he go to the doctor to get checked. When I arrived home that night I made him give me a full report of the doctor visit. He said at first he was reluctant to tell the doctor how it happened. As soon as she started examining him back there she stopped and questioned him about putting something up his rectum. Sheepishly he admitted it and told her what we had been doing. She proceeded to give him a thorough rectal exam including looking up his butt with a scope. She next had a nurse come in to show him how to properly take a temperature rectally. She had him get in numerous positions so she could explain as she took his temperature what to do and what not to do. He said it was a terribly embarrassing experience. I quite often take a break while working in my home office for a temperature taking episode. There are two ground rules when it is temperature time in my office. It is his responsibility to bring the thermometer and KY jelly to me and he is not permitted to wear any clothes when he comes in. As a result, he undresses just outside my office before approaching me sitting at my desk nude with thermometer in hand. Depending on my mood, I will either place him across my lap, have him turn around and bend over or get up on my desk on his hands and knees. I sometimes prolong the event having in stay in position while I work. The next chapter will provide experiences taking his temperature in public places. Fem Dom Rectal Temperature Taking Ch. 02 I really had to put my foot down to get the hubby agreeable to move our activity from the safety of the house to public places. He was extremely reluctant and worried about being discovered. After trying to coax him along I finally had enough and told him we were going to proceed so he needed to get over it and soon! For the first few episodes I drove to secluded locations in the country or I would take him to a remote part of a public park near the house. The first time I simply pulled off the main road and proceeded about a mile on a dirt road. Here I had him get out of the car get naked from the waist down and bend over the trunk of the car. There he remained with the thermometer in his butt while I admired the scenery. On a subsequent visit to the same spot I laid a blanket about 50 feet from the car. I told him to take off all his clothes, then sent him back to the car to fetch the kit with the thermometer and KY jelly. When he came back as I sat in a lawn chair I had him stand in front of me turn around and bend over. After lubing him real good I inserted the glass instrument. I made him time the procedure. Every minute or so I would give the rod a little twist and push it in and out of his bottom a few times. After four minutes I slowly pulled the thermometer out and allowed him to dress. The first urban location was in a parking garage. He was extremely nervous- worried that security cameras would detect what we were doing. I just laughed. When parked I had him lower his pants as he sat in the passenger seat. I then had him get on all fours with his butt facing me and his face pointing toward the passenger-side window. I abruptly pulled down his underpants and made him spread his ass cheeks for me. I purposely kept him in this position with the thermometer sticking out for a long time hoping someone would walk by. Eventually two women did but they were not close enough to make out what was going on in our vehicle. One day I had him come to my office. I closed the door and drew the blinds. It was at that point I announced my intentions. He was very worried someone would walk in. I told him he was being difficult and I was getting tired of him acting like a cranky child. He reluctantly complied with my request and pulled his pants and underpants down to his ankles. I made him stand that way while I retrieved the thermometer and a jar of KY Jelly. I then had him lay across my knees as I sat at my desk. After inserting the thermometer I made a telephone call keeping him in position throughout the call. I pushed the rod in and out in a playful way and also twisted it around inside of him. When I pulled the thermometer out he practically leaped to his feet to retrieve his clothes. I planned a subsequent office rectal temperature taking event for a time I had a conference call. When I explained what I intended and what I wanted him to do he started to protest. After listening to his sheepish complaints I announced that if he didn't hop to it I was going to call my secretary in to take his temperature. He knew I was serious. It wasn't long before he was totaled naked and up on his hands and knees on my conference table. I took the thermometer out of me desk went over to him waiting in position on the table for me and inserted the instrument deep into his anal passage. This is how he remained during most of the conference call. His expression was priceless. Near the end of the conference call I motioned him to come over to my desk and got the point across I wanted the thermometer to remain inside him. It was hysterical watching him climb off the table while trying desperately to hold the instrument in his bottom. When he finally got over to me I turned him around and gave the rod a good twist. I had him lean over my desk for last few minutes of the call. By far the most erotic experience to date for me and by far the boldest was in the doctor's office. He was scheduled for a complete physical with my doctor friend....the same doctor from chapter 1 who came to the house to see him that sparked my interest in rectal temperature taking. She asked me if I wanted to sit in on his exam. When I said yes he was not very thrilled and made a feeble protest that both of us dismissed instantly. As the three of us sat in her office the doctor commented about our rectal temperature taking play. She asked how it was going and if the pointers she and her nurse had given him helped. She went on to say she would pay particular attention to him back there during the exam. Well, I must say the exam in and of itself was a turn on. Not only did he have to submit to the very attractive female doc, his wife was going to observe the entire proceeding and the doc was assisted by a very young and very attractive nurse. For the initial part of the exam he was permitted to leave on his underpants. It wasn't long into the exam though when she got them off. He remained nude for the remainder of the exam. I was also surprised at how thorough she was. My interest really piqued when the nurse got him up on the exam table and positioned his legs in stirrups similar to those used for a gyno exam. I almost burst out loud laughing when she told him to scoot down toward the edge of the table- what is good for the goose is good for the gander. His legs were wide open giving the three us an unobstructed view of his genial area and butt hole. I next got to witness him have to endure the lady doc stick her fingers up his behind after looking the outside of his rear passage over very closely. The look on his face was priceless. He was beat red. Whether she was doing it for my benefit I don't know, but she talked to me through this entire part of the exam and asked him many questions related to our temperature taking that he meekly replied to. At one point she asked the nurse to spread his hind quarters so she could explain to me where he was most sensitive to the thermometer or any other object going in and out. At the conclusion of the exam the doctor told him to put on his underpants, and then she escorted us back to her office. When we were seated she began going over the results of the exam. During her comments she mentioned there was some redness right at his anal opening. I expressed surprise because I was following her instructions both using a liberal amount of KY jelly and making sure his butt hole was open wide before sticking in the thermometer. She looked perplexed. With that she had him stand up between us and pull down his underpants. After making him spread his ass cheeks for our inspection, she explained and visually showed me the area that was irritated. She went to the phone and asked the person on the other line to bring in a rectal thermometer. Soon a middle aged nurse entered. She both stared and smiled at the scene of the poor fellow standing between us disrobed except for underpants pulled down to his knees. When the nurse had gone the doctor asked me the most frequent position I put him in to take his temperature. When I mentioned over my knee she asked if I wanted her to demonstrate. Even if I didn't I wanted to see what she had up her sleeve. I eagerly said by all means. It was priceless. I almost could not believe it when she pulled her chair over and directed him across her lap. He had utter despair on his face as he very sheepishly got in position. She first grabbed his underpants and pulled them completely off handing them to me. She then with one hand spread his cheeks wide to the point he flinched. She proceeded to talk me through the dos and don'ts as she inserted and withdrew the instrument from his behind. When she was through with him she patted him on the butt and told him he could get up from her lap. I handed him his underpants that he quickly donned. He was then sent back to the examining room to fetch his clothes. I made some additional small talk with the doctor then quickly made my way to the examining room. Once in the examining room I pulled out a thermometer and smiled at him. He was so humiliated at the time he simply asked what position I wanted him in. I proceeded to take his temperature in three different positions, bent over the exam table, on the exam table with his legs in the stirrups and on all fours. What an incredible experience. In chapter 3 I will review our experiences when I invited girlfriends to participate in the fun. Fem Dom Rectal Temperature Taking Ch. 03 As much as I enjoy the excitement, satisfaction and incredible sense of dominance taking my husband's rectal temperature provides, I unmistakably achieved a higher degree of turn on the times I witnessed another female, whether it was his doctor or her nurse, performing the deed. This got me to contemplating a scenario for introducing another female into my temperature taking entertainment. Then an accidental yet highly amusing event transpired. One afternoon I stopped by the house on my way back to the office. I found hubby lying on the couch idling his time away. When I confronted him he said he wasn't feeling well. Although I surmised he was fine and only said he was not feeling well because I caught him wasting time, I knew just what to do. Pretending to be concerned, I announced just to be safe I was going to check him to see if he had a fever. When he mumbled something like he wasn't in the mood for that I verbally went off on him saying he had some nerve first whining he didn't feel well and than resisting when I sought to help. My tongue lashing must have caught him off guard and frankly scared him because he immediately changed his demeanor becoming entirely cooperative. Apologizing for being inconsiderate and thanking me for being concerned he asked if I wanted him to go get the thermometer and lubricant. Continuing to act pissed off, I told him, "NO, I would do that. What I expect from you is that by the time I get back you are waiting for me in position on your stomach on the couch with both your sweatpants and underpants pulled down to the ankles." After issuing the instructions I went to fetch the items. When I arrived back I could not have been more satisfied for just as I demanded he was on the couch in position waiting for my return. As I lubed the glass instrument I couldn't help but snicker as he lay there with his clothes bunched around his ankles and his exposed bottom waiting to be violated by the trusty thermometer. Spreading his checks wide to the point it made him flinch I thrust the well lubricated rod deep into his waiting hole. Just for good measure I gave him a smart smack across his left buttock and in a firm no-nonsense manner let him know that I did not appreciate his recalcitrance. All he could do was lay there and mumble a feeble apology. As I was standing over him enjoying the view my cell- phone rang. Answering it I made my way to the staircase and went up a few steps to get away from the sound of the television. Just as I sat on the steps I heard the door open and the voice of my girlfriend Samantha calling me saying she stopped by seeing my car in the driveway. I could tell from the noise her heels were making on the tile floor that she was headed toward the den- where the television noise was emanating from, and where my husband was stretched out in a rather undignified manner with the thermometer sticking out of his ass. Just as Samantha came into view and I was about to call to her my husband sensing her approach jumped up and did his best to shuffle as fast as he could out of the room. What took place next was priceless. She quickly caught up with him and grabbed his arm to stop his retreat. She asked him what was going on and where was I, and then seeing the thermometer on the floor scolded him for getting up while his temperature was being taken. Her eyes were running up and down the length of his naked torso the entire time. What a comical scene- her in a business suit looking like a corporate executive and him standing there utterly humiliated by the situation, not to mention the fact he was completely exposed to her. He was so flustered he seemed paralyzed and unable to react to her or the predicament he was in. She immediately took advantage. Wow was I impressed. I knew she was assertive but this was special. I just sat and enjoyed the show. Marching him by the arm back to the couch she pushed him down so he was lying on his stomach. She next reached down and stating these were in the way in one tug separated him from the garments loosely clinging to his ankles. He was now nude from the waist down. She proceeded to push his inside leg upwards towards his chest and stretched his other leg straight out and off of the couch. This, even noticeable from my vantage-point, spread his rear passage but more significantly exposed the back half of hiss testicles to her. As a final indignity, after cleaning the thermometer and re-lubricating it she deliberately eased it into his waiting rectum with one hand as the other spread him even wider. As she sat there she ordered him to remain still or she would have to do the procedure all over again. I used this juncture to join the two of them. As he lay there red as a beet Samantha and I greeted each other and made small talk. As she began to explain what had happened I stopped her saying I witnessed the whole fiasco. I apologized to her for his immature behavior and thanked her for taking control of the situation. To add to his utter humiliation, I made him apologize to her for acting childish by jumping off the couch and trying to run away so she would not see him getting his temperature taken in his bottom. The two of us continued to chat as he remained next to us in position. We got so carried away in talking we forgot about him and the fact we were suppose to be keeping track of how long the thermometer was in . At one point we both looked down and pointing to his rear broke out in laughter. Recovering, I asked her if she would like to do the honors of removing the thermometer. She said it would be my pleasure. Once the thermometer was removed the poor fellow jumped up doing his best to cover his privates, and after retrieving his clothing, made a mad dash out of the den. We simply laughed. His temperature was perfectly normal. When he woke the next morning and came down to the kitchen he said he felt much better. I gave him a look and said to myself there was no way he was getting off that easy, even after his ordeal with Samantha. It was sweatpants and underpants down, and with him bent over the table with the thermometer up his ass, I finished breakfast. Although his temperature was again normal, I insisted he go see his doctor. When he started to protest I simply put up my hand and told him I didn't want to hear it. I reached for my cell phone and called her office. The receptionist explained his doctor was away for a few days and another doctor was filling in for her. It was clear from her comments while setting the appointment for that afternoon that the replacement doctor was also female. I certainly was not going to miss this opportunity. I told him I would pick him up and take him to the appointment. He knew better than to voice even a mild protest. When we arrived for his appointment after a brief wait a nurse who I did not remember seeing before took us back to an examining room. She began performing the typical checks such as getting his height/weight, blood pressure, etc. Glancing again at his chart she looked up and with a noticeable smirk on her face announced that his chart indicated his temperature was to be taken rectally. With no discernible change in expression she simply stated, "We can certainly do that." She immediately turned to him and with an air of confidence told him to go ahead and lean against the examining table and lower his pants and underpants for her. He was use to this but based on his sheepish reaction and the redness in his face it was clear he still found the procedure mortifying. She, much to my delight and I think for her enjoyment, had him reach back and spread his ass checks for her. He remained like this while she retrieved and prepared the thermometer by smearing it with a large glob of lubricant. After inserting the thermometer she remained directly behind him and asked him questions about the reason for his visit today. It was amusing the way he had to look back over his shoulder when he responded. After a while she reached over and took the thermometer out. He was allowed to pull up his pants and underpants only after she registered his temperature on his chart. He was asked to be seated on the exam table and wait for the doctor. After about 15 minutes the door opened and in walked the doctor. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Not only did she look around 14, she was an absolute knock-out. I became totally excited at the thought this gorgeous creature was soon, I hoped, going to have her way with the man sitting on the exam table...and best of all, I was going to get to witness every minute of his agony. Things did not start out well. Her exam was very cursory and she allowed him to remain dressed. She said he appeared fine. Just when I gave up hope for a good show she mentioned that while reviewing his chart she noticed he recently was treated for irritation in the rectal area. She asked him how things were down there, if he had any recurring pain or problems going to the bathroom. She then directed her attention to me and asked if I had taken his rectal temperature since the injury. When I said yes, she asked him if this caused any pain. It was apparent he was quite uncomfortable and embarrassed by the dialogue. Then she hit him with the zinger. I wanted to shout out Yes! Rising from the stool where she had been writing notes on his chart she announced she wanted to perform a follow-up examination of his rectal area. He immediately began protesting saying an exam was not necessary he was fine. She stepped back, took a deep breath and said rather mockingly, "Why don't you let me be the doctor and you the patient." He was about to make a retort when he stopped and dropped his head in defeat. She next issued the knockout blow. "I am going to step out of the room. When I do I need you to remove everything from the waist down." And then turning to me she said, "I don't know if you want to step out for this portion of his exam." I quickly snapped back, "Thanks for asking but if it is o.k. with you I will stay." She indicated that was fine. She asked me stick my head out of the exam room to let her know when he was ready for her. With that she opened the door and left. I liked this woman! He fumbled around after she left. In an effort to stoke his misery I coolly suggested he better hurry up and get ready for her because based on what I observed thus far, she was liable to come in here and strip you herself. The poor guy was shell-shocked. I had never seen him this mortified. I couldn't tell if it was because of her youth, her attractiveness, or both, or something else entirely. I was certainly eating it up! When he finally was ready I swiftly made my way to the door, opened it and summoned the doctor by broadcasting in a voice all in the area could hear that he was ready for her. When she entered she took a good look at him and rather sarcastically said, "I see you are ready for the exam." Shutting the door she proceeded to the exam table and without saying a word very methodically extended the stirrup attachments. When they were extended she turned to him and said, "Hop up on the exam table please and lay on your back." Head down and red-faced he mounted the exam table as directed. He had no choice but to allow her to hoist his legs in to the stirrups. The doctor positioned the stirrups in a way that raised his legs extremely high and pushed his knees back toward his chest. This spread his bottom very, very wide. Everything he had was fully exposed to the young doctor and me. It was quit a sight. After positioning herself on the stool between his legs she commented, "Very good, let me take a good look at him down there." She proceeded to visually check the exterior of his rear passage. She then announced, "I'm going to spread your bottom to give me a better view of your opening," she announced. She used a small light to illuminate the area of his bottom she was examining. When she was finished inspecting him outside his rear passage she reported that there was some redness just inside his anal opening. She then told him to bear down for she was next going to perform a quick digital check of his rectum and prostate. The expression on is face was priceless as the attractive doctor entered him. At one point while she was inside him she must have hit his prostate because his penis came to life. I had to cover my mouth so the doctor wouldn't hear me snickering. Withdrawing her finger she pushed back on the stool and as she peeled off a glove from her hand stated that other than the redness he looked fine down there. She said she would make a note on his chart about the redness. His doctor may want to do a follow-up exam the next time she sees him. Only after completing notes in his file did she rise and approach the scarlet faced patient. She assisted him in extracting his legs from the stirrups and climbing down off the exam table. He must have been so flustered from the ordeal that he made no effort to conceal himself from either of our view. What a poster for women power this scene would make. A man naked from the waist down with a semi erect penis bobbing as he moved, standing talking with two fully clothed women about a rather personal health issue of his. After the events of the last 24 hours I could hardly wait for another opportunity. Luckily I didn't have to wait long. My boss, a 56 year old woman, a real dynamo, was over one evening to work on a business proposal. She was aware of my temperature taking activities. I could tell from past discussions the activity excited her. She mentioned many times how she thought it was intriguing, and an excellent way to exert control and foster submissiveness. During a break, in a not so well veiled strategy she brought up the topic of my temperature taking activities. In the same breath she let me know that she would soon be setting annual bonuses for company officers. It was not too difficult to connect the dots as to the point she was trying to get across. I jumped on the opening...but she would never know not for the reason she suspected. I asked her if she would have an interest in participating in a temperature taking episode. She said, "The topic was very interesting to her and something that would be worthwhile trying." When I next asked her if she would like to take my husband's temperature she simply stated, "Yes, I think I would very much enjoy that." With that I rose from the table and went to give him the news. He was none too happy. I breezily brushed aside his objections telling him I wanted to get a large bonus and if he did anything to jeopardize me getting it there would be hell to pay. When he tried to respond I simply waved him off and told him to wait for her in the bedroom. I got right in his face and told him he better cooperate with her completely. I went downstairs, collected the implements she would need and brought them to her. I told her he was waiting for her in the upstairs bedroom. My plan was to give her a few minutes and then sneak upstairs to catch a glimpse of the goings on. When I crept upstairs and got to a point where I could see in the bedroom I was not prepared for what I saw. Oh my god! The poor guy was naked on all fours on the bed with the thermometer sticking out of his ass. She was seated behind him with an un-obstructed view of not only his backside but his testicles hanging low between his legs. To make matters worse for him she had hold of the glass instrument and as I watched she intermittently gave it a twist and pushed it in and out. This made his back end move in rhythm with her movements of the rod which not only caused his testicles to sway but enlisted a stern warning from her that if he didn't remain still she would be forced to start all over again. She had him totally under her control. He just remained in position with his head hung down below his shoulders. I waited for her to extract the thermometer before making my presence known. She didn't skip a beat. She made him stay in position as she read the instrument. Only after reporting to me his temperature was he allowed to dismount the bed. Grabbing his clothes he hastily made a retreat to the bathroom trying, but mostly unsuccessfully, to hide his privates from our view. My boss had the biggest grin of satisfaction on her face. The next episode was actually the one I had been contemplating as providing the opportunity to introduce another female into my fun. My niece is in medical school. She was visiting during a break in her studies. She and I were sitting on the patio chatting when I deliberately steered the conversation to the training she was receiving. In a matter of fact way I mentioned that technology must play a big role in her training. As an example I mentioned the new types of thermometers that I heard about and seen advertised. Continuing on this train of thought, I asked her if her training included traditional methods such as oral and rectal temperature taking. When she said no I acted very surprised. I said I was surprised because there could be situations where only old fashioned thermometers are available. She thought about it and said she agreed. She indicated she would bring up the item at school. When I told her I may be able to assist her with gaining this experience she became quite attentive. I told her I have a practice of taking my husband's temperature rectally. I added that I firmly believed an accurate reading of the body's temperature was a great way to monitor one's health....and it is fun, if you get my drift. She smiled and said I bet it is. I asked her if she would like to practice on him. Without hesitation she said, "I sure would." I called him out to the patio to give him the news. Just as he was coming out the door my niece excused herself saying she wanted to go wash her hands. I told her where the thermometer and lubricant were. She said she would bring them out. When I told him what was going on it really shook him up. He pleaded with me to not put him through this. I said if the prospect of her taking his temperature in his backside was embarrassing, all he needed to do was think of her as one of the nurses in his doctor's office. Then I said rather sarcastically, "Do I need to remind you how many women in the doctor's office have taken your temperature rectally? By now I would think you were use to having this done by a female." About this time my niece came back outside with the glass rod and KY Jelly. Speaking to me said she could not find any gloves. I shrugged and said I didn't use them. Not needing any encouragement from me she immediately went to work. She so exuded self-confidence and a sense of command and control that I think it caught the poor fellow was caught off guard. She was so smooth in her approach that I believe before he knew what was happening she had him lying on the lounge with his shorts lowered for her. Boy was I impressed. She informed him that because there was no glove she would be forced to lubricate his rectal opening with her bare hand. After squirting a thick blob of KY Jelly on her middle finger she said to him as she spread his ass cheeks that he would feel some pressure as she entered him. She expertly stuck her finger up his rectum and moved it in and out smearing the lube. After extracting her finger she re-lubed her finger and again spreading his backside well lubricated the outside rim of his opening. She then told him to remain still for she was going to insert the thermometer. As he lay there she and I continued our previous discussion I asked her how her medical training was going. She said she really enjoyed the practical parts of it. She explained that a recent internship was particularly noteworthy. While working in a clinic she was tasked with performing screening physicals. She admitted she really enjoyed giving physicals to male patients, and at first it was startling at the authority she possessed in the exam room. She remarked how even at her young age and lack of experience patients followed her direction unquestionably. Almost as if sharing a secret she admitted how surprised she was at the ease of getting patients to undress completely for her. She concluded by volunteering the fact that older the male patient the more readily he was to strip for her, and remain nude in her presence for long periods of time. Fem Dom Rectal Temperature Taking Ch. 03 Pointing to hubby I mentioned that his doctor was a woman and that I enjoyed sitting in when she examined him. I went on to say it will be great having a doctor in the family, and that hopefully she will set up her practice in a location that makes it possible for her to be his primary physician. At this juncture she leaned over, pulled out the thermometer, and after reading it and showing it to me, told him she was done so he could pull up his shorts. As he got himself together he couldn't look either of us in the face. She was going to make a great doctor! By far the most memorable experience with him having his temperature taken rectally by others occurred even though I was not present to witness it. And, as I will explain below, a much cherished added benefit was a permanent record of one of the episodes. I was enrolled in a statistics course for women executives. We were given an assignment to conduct an experiment to determine the mean, median and mode of a set of data that we generated. I decided to use hubby's temperature as my data input. The plan was that every day in the early evening for a week I would take his temperature and record the result. As it happened, on the fifth day it was necessary for me to go out of town on an emergency business trip. What to do, what to do. It didn't take long to decide. I would ask Samantha to stop over the next three evenings to perform the task. Luckily when I phoned her she said she would be around and willing to assist. When I informed hubby of what was going on it was hysterical how almost immediately his face turned red....he must have been remembering his earlier experience with Samantha. He sheepishly suggested it was not necessary for Samantha to have to take the time to do it. He could do it himself. I chuckled at the suggestion simply saying to him, "I don't think so." Rubbing it in I added, "Come on, she has already seen your bare backside plus more and taken your temperature down there. And as I recall she did a very good job of it too." When he kept mumbling about it I told him if he didn't want Samantha to do it I could ask my secretary if she was available. He was trapped. My threat brought the discussion to a quick conclusion. Since I wouldn't be there I wanted a detailed record of what took place. I asked Samantha to keep a chronicle of each episode. When I returned from the trip I found an envelope from her. It contained a log and a small package wrapped in newspaper with a note attached to it telling me not to open it until told to in the log. I immediately started reading the log. Tuesday- Arrived at your house at 6:15. He was waiting for me at the door and even before I was in the house started pleading with me to let him take his own temperature. I said you were quite clear about it. He persisted in trying to convince me that he could take care of it himself. I was losing my patience and finally having had enough told him in no uncertain terms that if he didn't stop acting like a baby I would start treating him like one. I told him to go get the thermometer and to make sure he also brought lubricant. When he hesitated I took a deep breath and shouted, "Go!" He stared at me for a moment and then turned and stomped off toward the bathroom like a child who did not get his way. I really did not look forward to arguing with him for three consecutive evenings when it was time to take his temperature. I had to get him in line. When he arrived back after taking the items from him I ordered him to lower his garments and come across my knee. As I expected, he started protesting saying why can't we do it with him laying down. I simply reached out, yanked his pants and underpants down in one motion, and pushed him over my knee in another. He thrashed about kicking his legs and squirming. I told him to settle down and just accept it. He continued in a futile attempt to get up off of me. I finally got him to calm down by threatening him with a bare-assed spanking. I decided he needed a good dose of humiliation for what he put me through. As I was getting things ready I remembered you telling me about the irritation around his opening. Treating him like the child he was acting like, I told him I was going to lube him real good around his butt hole so I would not exacerbate the irritation down there. I went on to say that before lubing him I was going to look to see where the sore area was located. With that I spread his cheeks. His whole body went stiff. I told him I could not get a good look at him down there while he kept his body stiff. When he didn't relax, I told him he would remain in position until he allowed me to continue. He finally relaxed. After having a nice long look, I sought to increase his embarrassment by making sure he could see me lubing my finger. Without warning I thrust my lubed finger deep into his waiting bottom passage. With him good and lubricated I withdrew my finger, followed closely by very slowly inserting the thermometer as far as it would go up his rectum. As I put the glass tube in I told him to let me know if he felt any discomfort. Once the instrument was at its full depth I simply sat there and admired the view and the absurdity of the situation. I attempted to make small talk with him. He could hardly speak he was so humiliated. All he could do was mumble some sheepish replies to my inquiries. I must admit, I was enjoying every minute of it. When I finally pulled the thermometer out I made him remain in position while I read the instrument and recorded his temperature. Only after that did I allow him to get up. I was amused watching as he tried to hide himself from me as he pulled on his clothing. In almost a motherly tone I said, "Now that wasn't too bad, was it?" And as one last jab I jokingly said, "Just think, we'll do it again tomorrow." With that I departed with the biggest grin on my face. Wednesday- Arrived at your house a few minutes before 6:30. He was waiting in the kitchen. It was such a beautiful day and because I had been cooped up in the office all day I told him I would do the temperature taking outside on the patio. He looked shocked and in a panic stammered, "Outside, we can't do that. What if someone sees us? It would be terribly embarrassing." I looked quizzically at him and asked, "Are you saying you never had your temperature taken out on the patio before." Stuttering he offered that that was different. I concluded the discussion by telling him, "Sorry, but you are going to have your temperature taken outside on the patio, so deal with it." With that I picked up the thermometer and KY Jelly and headed for the patio. He very reluctantly followed. When we on the patio I cleared off a small table and sat on it. I motioned for him to stand in front of me. He must have known what was coming because the look on his face was sheer anguish. After making him turn around I said in as commanding a voice I could muster, "Take down your pants and underpants for me" Even after all we had been through he still tried to maintain some level of dignity by only slightly uncovering his hind quarters. Without hesitation I took hold of his garments and in one swipe re-positioned them to around his ankles. "There, now that is much better," I said sarcastically. I next had him bend over, and after appreciating the poor fellow's predicament proceeded to examine his sore spot this time spreading his checks to the point he flinched in pain. I asked him if he was hurting. Looking quite uncomfortable he meekly responded that I had hurt him when I spread his backside. Smiling, I said I needed to get a good look at him down there to check his irritation. I next stuck my finger up his ass which also caused him to jump. Upon extracting my finger I next plunged the thermometer into in. I can only imagine how awkward and distressing the situation was for him, I was thoroughly enjoying every moment. As I sat there eying his backside I had to stifle a laugh when your next door neighbor's two teenage daughters came out on their patio talking and giggling. If they only knew what was happening on the other side of the wall. Right before I was going to take the instrument out, I thought you would enjoy a record of the scene so I quietly got my mobile out and snapped a couple of pictures. Thursday- I was running late. I called him and told him I was going to swing by the house at close to 6:30 on my way to meet a client. I told him in the interest of time he was to have the thermometer and lube ready and that I wanted him to be lying on the couch waiting for me with his pants and underpants pulled down. For the rest of what happened open the package I left in the envelope. My interest piqued, I quickly opened the package. It was a video. There was a note on it from Samantha. It read, I hope you are not going to be too upset with me after viewing this. I wondered what Samantha meant. I quickly found a player and popped in the video. It began with a view of the interior of my house as the person making the video entered. As the video begins to show the interior of the den all of a sudden you hear hubby shrieking and in a panic saying, "Celeste, what are you doing here?" Celeste, I don't believe it, Samantha sent her 18-year old daughter to take his temperature. Oh boy was this going to be entertaining. The next thing on the video is hubby frantically attempting to pull up his pants while leaping from the couch and hastily moving away from the video camera with his pants only partly covering his backside. Celeste can be heard saying, "My mom sent me over to take your temperature because she is tied up at the office so I don't know where you are going." He can then be heard but not seen saying in an exasperated voice, "You're here to do what? You have got to be kidding me." Celeste then says, "You better come back in here. My mom said if you don't cooperate I am suppose to call your wife and tell her. She also said I was to call her and that she would come over and make sure you cooperated." Again he can be heard but not seen. He asks her, "What is the video camera for and who is the other girl with you and why is she here?" Celeste, sounding like she is losing her patience, responded, "Come out here and I'll tell you." Nothing happens on the video for a period of time and then Celeste can be heard saying, "That's it, I'm calling your wife and my mom." Almost immediately you hear him saying frantically, "No, don't do that." He then appears in the video emerging from the next room. He stops as soon as he enters the den. Celeste in a forceful no-nonsense manner states, "Here's the deal. The video, simply put, is blackmail. My friend Michelle is here to video everything so that if you don't do exactly as I say I'm going to show the part with you running out of the room to your wife and my mom when I explain to them why I didn't take your temperature like I was told to do. How do you think that is going to go over? The other reason for the video is if you piss me off it may find its way to You Tube and other social media. The video certainly caught you in a rather undignified and exposed condition." Both girls can be heard giggling. Crushed, he sheepishly mumbled, "I can't believe this is happening. Please turn off the video camera, I'll obey. I'll go lay down on the couch so we can get this over with." Celeste continues in an especially authoritative voice, "Don't tell me what to do. We'll do this my way, understand? And the video camera is staying on." Celeste can be seen pulling the coffee table over to in front of the couch and than sitting on the couch. She next tells him to stand on the table. When he says he is not going to do that she almost in a shout blurts out, "Do it!" He seems speechless and although very hesitantly, complies. "Now strip down to your underpants," she commanded. He looks dumbfounded and sheepishly replies, "You're kidding!" I said strip," she repeats. The video focuses on him and after fidgeting and looking dazed he quickly undresses. When he is standing in only underpants she tells him to turn around. When he is facing in the opposite direction she orders him to lower his underpants to his knees, bend over, and spread his ass cheeks for them. Although he deserved what he was being put through for being uncooperative and difficult, you had to feel for him given the utter shame she was causing him. Celeste breaks the silence by telling him she wants him to lube himself with the KY Jelly. At this point it appeared he was completely broken by and totally submissive to her. Without so much as a peep he picked up the lube and after squirting a good amount on his finger stuck his finger in his hind quarters and smeared the stuff on. When he was through Celeste told him to pull up his underpants and get off the table. The video next shows Celeste rising from the couch and motioning for him to approach it. She tells him it is time to get him ready to have his temperature taken. With that she tells him to get naked and lay on the couch on his back. When he asks, "On my back?" she snaps back, "Yes, I think it would be instructive for you to be in the same position a woman has to be in at the gynecologist." Despair was written all over his face. He clearly was in way over his head. He attempted to cover his front area as he slipping off and stepped out of his only source of dignity. He stood there with his hands in front of his genitals. It was at that point I realized because of the way he had been positioned on the table and the location of the camera the girls had not yet had a view of his front. That certainly changed abruptly when Celeste ordered him to take his hands away so they could get a look at his manhood. After a long pause when I assume the girls were studying his equipment Celeste breaks the silence by telling him, "O.k., lay down on your back and raise your legs up and bend them back toward your chest. When the video zoomed in on his middle it was incredible how exposed he was. The way she positioned him you could see a few inches up his rectum, and his testicles and penis were just inches away from the eyes of the girls. I started laughing when Celeste's next comment was she needed to call her mom to give her instructions on how to take a temperature in the backside. I laughed because it was clear this girl didn't need any instruction at all. Both girls laughed loudly at this pronouncement. Celeste pushed a button on her cell and soon can be heard saying, "Hi mom. Yes, when we arrived he was lying on the couch and his pants and underpants were pulled down like you said they would be. Yes I see the tube of lube and the thermometer." Both girls can be heard trying to stifle giggles. "You want me to do what," Celeste can be heard saying. Celeste can be seen on the video turning to Michelle and saying, "My mom told me I need to put some of this stuff on my finger and stick my finger up his ass to lubricant him. That is too weird." About this time the video pans to hubby who is lying on his back with his legs high in the air and his face buried in his hands. The video then pans back to Celeste who is in the process of smearing the KY Jelly on her finger while Michelle continues to giggle. With the video showing Celeste putting her arm toward his waiting hole she says to her mother, "Mom, I have my finger up his ass and I'm spreading the lubricant. Yes, I understand. I need to insert the thermometer and leave it in about four minutes to give it a chance to register. It went in very easily, possibly because I used a lot of lubricant." Michelle can be heard giggling again. Michelle used the time Celeste was taking his temperature to pan around his body zooming in on the thermometer sticking out of ass, his penis and his face covered by both his hands. Celeste finally withdrew the rod and noted the temperature, and relayed the information to her mom who thanked her and said she had to hang up. He can be heard meekly asking Celeste if he could get up now. Looking at him she asked, "Had enough for one day? Now you know what a woman goes through." Not waiting for a response she informed him he could get off the couch up but was to remain nude while they collected their stuff and prepared to leave. After a few minutes of little activity the video shows him walking nude with Celeste to the front door. As he opens the door Celeste reaches out and pats him on the bare backside as she departs. I had just finished viewing the video when my phone rang. It was Samantha. She wanted to know if I went through the material in the envelope. When I said I did, she simply asked, "And." "How did you get the video," I asked. Samantha said it was a long story that she would tell me about when we were together. She then asked, "Are you pissed?" Short answer, "No, he had it coming to him for the way he behaved. Celeste handled the situation like and adult. I just think we need to make sure there are no other copies of the video." Samantha agreed saying she would speak with Celeste. We decided to have coffee the next morning to go over the events of the past three days in much more detail. I certainly was enjoying way beyond my expectations watching other females take hubby's temperature in his backside. I was amazed at how creative these women...and girls were. And all of them readily took control of the situation and quickly showed hubby who was the boss.