Tender Loving Care

by Tom

A flood of wonderful memories came back to me as I cared for Mary, my five year old. The poor dear was down with a nasty cold. I lavished attention on her, much in the same way my mother had done for me, when I was her age. That was a long time ago. Many things have changed, but others remained the same.

I took Mary into bed with me, just as my mother always did with me. I held her in my arms and stroked her gently until she finally fell asleep. She was so soft and warm. On the nightstand was a digital thermometer, and a bottle of children's Tylenol liquid. I took her temperature under her arm, and noted her fever had broken. I gazed lovingly at her as she slept.

My mind drifted back to a simpler time. I was the five year old. It was 1975. I lay in my mother's big bed on my stomach. My head rested on a plush pillow. "Baby, I have to take your temperature, you feel feverish." she said softly.

"OK," I replied weakly.

I turned my head and watched my mother intently. She shook down the reliable family rectal thermometer. There were no digitals. It was not going under my arm either. Back then "Dr. Spock's Baby and Child Care" book-her bible, advised all temperatures be "Taken by rectum until the age of five or six".

As a little girl, I came to love having my temperature taken rectally. Mom was always so gentle and caring that it all seemed so natural to me. My bottom tingled in anticipation. Mom held the thermometer up to the light and studied it carefully. Then it was placed into the jar of petroleum jelly.

I would feel her fingers in the waistband of my panties and she would slowly roll them down, exposing my buttocks. Her thumb and forefinger would then part my cheeks. Cool air would kiss my exposed anus. It was thrilling. Then the pad of her finger would lubricate my anal opening. This always felt FANTASTIC.

Once I was well greased. Mom would pick up the rectal thermometer. Again, by buttocks would be parted. With carefully aim, my mother would place the bulb of that thermometer right on the center of my anus. This sensation made me tingle all over. It was almost to good to put into words. My fever always made the glass shaft feel even cooler then normally. I shivered with excitement. I would spread my legs and enjoy the sensations.

"There, there darling. Be still for me honey." Mom would coo to me. I think she realized how much I like this, but she never let on. Very slowly the glass rod would be inserted up my rectum. I relished each sensation. It was exquisite.

Mom had a delightful habit of "adjusting" and "twirling" the rectal thermometer in my aroused rear as she waited for it to register. It drove me wild. As she eyed the sweep hand on her watch, she would hum softly. "We're almost there," she would advise. Then it would be slowly withdrawn and wiped with an alcohol moistened tissue. Mom would hold it up, study it and then announce the reading. "101. 2-baby, I need to give you something for the fever.

That something was a Tylenol suppository. My buttocks would be parted and the "bullet shaped" medication would be gently pushed up my rectum. Mom would go into the bathroom and wash her hands. Upon returning she would replace my panties and flannel pajamas.

Mom would then get into bed with me. She would lay next to me and cradle me in her arms. It felt so good. Her cool lips kissed me softly. "Just relax baby, and get some sleep," she would say softly. I pressed against her breasts and sighed happily. In no time at all -I was fast asleep.

I come back to the present. I have Mary in my arms. She is so soft and sweet. I kiss her gently as not to wake her. She will never be able to enjoy the sensation of a glass mercury rectal thermometer-they are all gone now-replaced by politically correct digitals.

Tender loving care, though -will never go out of style. !

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