Title: Little Fantasies: The Thermometer
Characters: Alex/Julien
Series: Little Fantasies
Warning: use of the naughty thermometer (rectal thermometer)
I never thought I'd have the chance to use one. I'd read about them in stories, and on blogs, but with the new, easy to use roll across the head, kind why would I even suggest using the other kind.
Well, I didn't suggest using it. I simply stated that's how it would be done. Now before you start thinking I'm an ogre let me explain.
See my partner, Julien, and I have been together for a few years. We play a little with spankings. I wouldn't say we live in a discipline relationship, perse, but he does like it when I become more dominant. And I have to say I love the feeling I get when he submits to me.
The flu season had hit with a bang; well really more like a hacking cough, and my poor Julien was hit hard. He tried to hide it from me at first, but the flu is hard to hide. He'd spent the night coughing and as the sun was just rising, I'd gotten up and found the head thermometer.
"Jul, let me get to your head and take your temp," I tried to coax softly. He had burrowed under the covers when the chills had set in. When all I heard was a muffled no, I started to pull the covers down off his head.
"Stop! Quit it!" he grouched, trying to pull the covers back over his head.
"Julien. I want to take your temperature." I used my sternest voice, hoping he'd respond to the tone. Well I got a response; however, it wasn't the one I was expecting. Julien, flung his hand out, trying to push me away and hit the thermometer, sending it flying. We both flinched as it hit a glass of water on the dresser, and fell to the floor. It might've survived the fall, but the glass was full and the thermometer landed in the puddle.
"Alex, I'm sorry! I didn't mean too!" He cried softly.
I took a deep breath, knowing that snapping at him wouldn't help the situation at all, and once I was sure I could talk in a calm voice, I told him that it was ok, I'd just buy a new one before going to work.
I quickly dressed, got him another glass of water, and then ran down to the neighborhood drugstore. I nodded to the clerk and went straight to the aisle I needed. I saw the row of thermometers, and as I reached for one that looked liked the one that had just been destroyed, a little reflection of light bounced off another package. There at the end of the display was one lone rectal thermometer. Without questioning myself too much, I grabbed it.
I don't think I've blushed that much at a drugstore since I was in my late teens buying condoms, but the clerk didn't even seem to notice. He just scanned it and asked for seven dollars and fifty-six cents.
Once back in our apartment, I opened the package, and read the directions. I know it might seem pretty self explanatory, but I wasn't going to take any chance with my playground. Once I was sure I knew how to use it safely, I cleaned the little glass rod throughly, and grabbed a tube of lube.
"I'm going to take your temperature, and I don't want any more nonsense," I said, as I went into the bedroom.
Throwing the covers off, Julien looked at me. "I said I was sorry! It was an accident."
"Yes, I know it was an accident. But it was an accident that could have been prevented, and one that will not happen again." I showed him the thermometer.
Now, my boy is bright, he didn't need an explanation of what kind of thermometer I was holding. When his eyes met mine, I could see a bit of fear, but also something that looked a bit like relief.
"You're going to take my temp in my butt?" He asked.
"I think that's going to be the best way. I won't have to worry about you knocking it out of my hand when I try to use it." I waited for his consent. Which I got when he rolled over, and bared his bottom.
I sat on the edge of the bed, and slicked the glass with some lube. I then gently parted his cheeks, and slipped the tube in. "I'm going to hold it here for 4 minutes," I said. I gently patted his bottom as he buried his head under the pillow.
After 3 minutes, he tried to push up. "I've got to cough!" He rasped out.
I quickly pulled the tube out. As he coughed I looked to see if I could read it. When I turned it just so, I could see the red line clearly: 102.3.
"A hundred and two point three," I told him when he'd finished coughing and had collapsed back on the bed.
"I'll call in for the both of us," I said. I didn't want to leave him alone all day with that high of a fever.
After a trip to the doctor, a diagnosis of the flu, with orders to rest and drink plenty of fluids, we spent the next few days at home. I took his temperature several more times.
When he was on the mend, he asked me why I'd decided on the rectal thermometer.
"Did you know I'd always fantasized about one?" He asked me as we cuddled on the couch in front of the T.V.
Wrapping my arms around him, I laughed, "No, I didn't know! I always wanted to use one, but didn't know how to bring it up."
And that's how we started using the naughty thermometer. It also helped us both talk about other little fantasies we have, but I'll save those for another time.
End.
Well, I didn't suggest using it. I simply stated that's how it would be done. Now before you start thinking I'm an ogre let me explain.
See my partner, Julien, and I have been together for a few years. We play a little with spankings. I wouldn't say we live in a discipline relationship, perse, but he does like it when I become more dominant. And I have to say I love the feeling I get when he submits to me.
The flu season had hit with a bang; well really more like a hacking cough, and my poor Julien was hit hard. He tried to hide it from me at first, but the flu is hard to hide. He'd spent the night coughing and as the sun was just rising, I'd gotten up and found the head thermometer.
"Jul, let me get to your head and take your temp," I tried to coax softly. He had burrowed under the covers when the chills had set in. When all I heard was a muffled no, I started to pull the covers down off his head.
"Stop! Quit it!" he grouched, trying to pull the covers back over his head.
"Julien. I want to take your temperature." I used my sternest voice, hoping he'd respond to the tone. Well I got a response; however, it wasn't the one I was expecting. Julien, flung his hand out, trying to push me away and hit the thermometer, sending it flying. We both flinched as it hit a glass of water on the dresser, and fell to the floor. It might've survived the fall, but the glass was full and the thermometer landed in the puddle.
"Alex, I'm sorry! I didn't mean too!" He cried softly.
I took a deep breath, knowing that snapping at him wouldn't help the situation at all, and once I was sure I could talk in a calm voice, I told him that it was ok, I'd just buy a new one before going to work.
I quickly dressed, got him another glass of water, and then ran down to the neighborhood drugstore. I nodded to the clerk and went straight to the aisle I needed. I saw the row of thermometers, and as I reached for one that looked liked the one that had just been destroyed, a little reflection of light bounced off another package. There at the end of the display was one lone rectal thermometer. Without questioning myself too much, I grabbed it.
I don't think I've blushed that much at a drugstore since I was in my late teens buying condoms, but the clerk didn't even seem to notice. He just scanned it and asked for seven dollars and fifty-six cents.
Once back in our apartment, I opened the package, and read the directions. I know it might seem pretty self explanatory, but I wasn't going to take any chance with my playground. Once I was sure I knew how to use it safely, I cleaned the little glass rod throughly, and grabbed a tube of lube.
"I'm going to take your temperature, and I don't want any more nonsense," I said, as I went into the bedroom.
Throwing the covers off, Julien looked at me. "I said I was sorry! It was an accident."
"Yes, I know it was an accident. But it was an accident that could have been prevented, and one that will not happen again." I showed him the thermometer.
Now, my boy is bright, he didn't need an explanation of what kind of thermometer I was holding. When his eyes met mine, I could see a bit of fear, but also something that looked a bit like relief.
"You're going to take my temp in my butt?" He asked.
"I think that's going to be the best way. I won't have to worry about you knocking it out of my hand when I try to use it." I waited for his consent. Which I got when he rolled over, and bared his bottom.
I sat on the edge of the bed, and slicked the glass with some lube. I then gently parted his cheeks, and slipped the tube in. "I'm going to hold it here for 4 minutes," I said. I gently patted his bottom as he buried his head under the pillow.
After 3 minutes, he tried to push up. "I've got to cough!" He rasped out.
I quickly pulled the tube out. As he coughed I looked to see if I could read it. When I turned it just so, I could see the red line clearly: 102.3.
"A hundred and two point three," I told him when he'd finished coughing and had collapsed back on the bed.
"I'll call in for the both of us," I said. I didn't want to leave him alone all day with that high of a fever.
After a trip to the doctor, a diagnosis of the flu, with orders to rest and drink plenty of fluids, we spent the next few days at home. I took his temperature several more times.
When he was on the mend, he asked me why I'd decided on the rectal thermometer.
"Did you know I'd always fantasized about one?" He asked me as we cuddled on the couch in front of the T.V.
Wrapping my arms around him, I laughed, "No, I didn't know! I always wanted to use one, but didn't know how to bring it up."
And that's how we started using the naughty thermometer. It also helped us both talk about other little fantasies we have, but I'll save those for another time.
End.
This was soooo good!
ReplyDeleteI'm a sucker for some good h/c paired with a little discipline.
Can't wait for more stories about the 'naughty' thermometer!
I'm so glad you liked this, and that you commented. I really like h/c combined with discipline. I did write another with the "naughty" thermometer, it's called Dominant Care-taking. I hope you get a chance to look at it.
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