Let's see how you're doing in terms of temperature, son. Where do they usually take your temperature?

The truth is that Fran's pediatrician still took his temperature rectally, just like his previous stepfather used to do, but he wasn't willing to admit it because he found it very humiliating and didn't think it should be that way at his age, so he lied and said that almost always in the armpit, and sometimes in the mouth.

The stepfather handed him the thermometer (which he had just been shaking energetically) and told him to put it in, without indicating where. Fran, very happy, took it and put it in his armpit. After a while, the stepfather took it, looked at the temperature, and made a face of surprise: This can't be, it says you have a lower temperature than someone who is perfectly fine. You must have put it in wrong or moved. Put it in again, now in your mouth, and don't talk, of course. He shook it down again and handed it to him. Fran, obedient, put it in his mouth and remained silent for the five minutes his stepfather told him it took to get an accurate reading.

When he checked the temperature for the second time, the stepfather looked even more displeased: Son, this isn't right. I don't know what you've done with the thermometer, but it's impossible for you to have only 36 degrees with a throat like that and with how hot you feel to the touch when I touch your forehead.

I'm going to have to take your temperature again, but this time I'll do it myself and in the most reliable way. Get on your stomach with your butt up and pull down your underwear.

Fran immediately understood what was going to happen and started protesting, saying that no way, that he wasn't a kid anymore and that if he didn't have a fever, then he didn't have one, and that was that. The stepfather got very serious and in a clearly imperative tone told him: Shut up and do what I say. I don't want to hear any more nonsense, here we do what I say.

Fran got scared when he saw him like that, so different from the affectionate stepfather of a little while ago. He continued protesting more timidly, but he turned over, although he didn't pull down his underwear.

The stepfather grabbed him, pulled down his underwear with a jerk, put his butt in the air, and repeated that he should shut up and stay still while giving him a few good spanks, which almost made Fran cry because they were on the buttock that still hurt from the injection. Fran said: don't hit me anymore, please, it hurts, I'll behave, and then the stepfather caressed his butt and gave him a couple of kisses with a "that's how I like it" after which he saw him put some kind of gel on the tip of the thermometer and insert it into his butt, telling him to stay still. Fran was mortified and, moreover, the thermometer had bothered him a bit when it was inserted, but he obeyed. While he waited, the stepfather caressed his butt to calm him down.

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