By The Doctor

It was in the early summer of 1976. I was about four and a half years old, when my parents were planning a long stay in the United States. The home of my dad. For this reason, there was a thorough medical examination of me on the plan. I was not afraid. Neither before my doctor, Dr. Maier, before his investigations. Willingly I allowed, that he tap my stomach, my chest and my back. Tested my reflexes and looked in my mouth, nose and ears. He also checked my height and my weight. Then I sat on my dad´s lap and watched curiously as my doctor took blood. After he had me stuck a plaster on the small wound, I thought to finally be finished. Relieved, I hopped out of my father's lap and wanted to put on my pants, my shirt and my sandals again.
Because my father had promised, that we will go after the doctor's appointment on the playground, and then .... exactly .... to a cafe. Fortunately for me, he did not have these two pleasures coupled with good behavior in the doctor's office. But my pediatrician took every joy, for a quick exit of its rooms, away.
He hung his stethoscope on a hook on the wall, and said: "Take off your underpants, please and lie face down on the examination table, Robin .... I control even if your temperature is normal!" "What??" I asked already slightly skeptical, so what I'd heard before ... and the result of those words did not please me.
"That is not what, but how, please!" improved my father, as he lifted me and placed me on the table. "And temperature control means measuring fever, Robin! Doctor Maier is only ... " I had heard enough. I vigorously shook my head and refused to take off my underwear. I plopped down on the padded table to protect my butt from a imminent nudity. Doctor Maier, a tall, slightly overweight middle-aged man had, in the meantime, unpacked a thermometer, smeared vaseline on the rounded tip and was standing with a serious look next to my father before me and said firmly: "The less fuss you do, Robin, the faster you get it over!"
I wanted this annoying and unpleasant temperature measurement principle have not. Either now or at any other time. And these repugnant instrument already not at all in my little butt. That's why I refused to do, what I should do. With folded arms over my chest, I sat and looked at my father and the doctor with a determined look. "Get up now, Robin!" Called my father and clung to my upper arms to get me on my feet. Furious, I shouted, "NO!!! I DO NOT WANT!!!!" And hit with my small fists on his arms and hands. “In my practice, only I'm loud, clear," noted Dr. Maier and looked at me sternly. "Robin Michael! Behave yourself now! Get up and take off your underw…." Unimpressed by the words of my father and my doctor, I went on with my protest. I threw myself back, my father was not prepared for this movement and had to let me go. And while I began to beat wildly and kicking, he scolded, "Stop this FUSS!, Robin Michael! Last warning! " But I did not respond to his words. I kicked and screamed on. Then several things happened at once. I met with my foot the thermometer that my doctor was ready hold in his hand and stepped it out of the selfsame. It sailed through the examination room and landed on the desk. "This is really incredible! Such a stubborn kid I've never experienced for along time!" Grumbled Dr. Maier and with a short, stern look on me, he hurried back to his desk to inspect the thermometer. My father was about my bad behavior meanwhile more than annoyed. He did not wait for the damage report from my doctor.
He seized the moment, from when I stopped shocked about the flying thermometer, turned me on my stomach and made my butt with a quick movement undressed. His left hand was on the lower part of my back and held me so in the correct position on the examination table. I had not even registered correctly what my father had done to me or what would follow. As a first loud clapping broke the tense silence of the room and the first solid blow landed on my soft buttocks. That's when I suddenly realized what was happening. My dad spanked me with his usual fast and firm taps. Within seconds, my little butt was on fire. Burned the almost unbearable pain on every inch of my buttocks. After 30 or 40 strokes he stopped and asked sternly: "You're acting right now, Robin Michael Alexander?" Weeping, I yelled, "NO!!! I DO NOT WANT THAT STUPID MEAS ....." even the next ten strokes slammed on my little hot and aching butt. After the last beat my father asked: "Now what? Are you now reasonable again?" These past ten had given me the rest. Weeping and sobbing, I nodded. Trembling, I was waiting for the start of the most unpleasant part of the whole investigation. "Then stay now be quiet!" My father warned me. Warning he put his large hand on my little butt. Through this contact the throbbing inferno on my buttocks got worse. The stinging and burning pain that the punishing hand of my father had caused, let me cry and sob. I buried my face in my hands. I was filled with the terrible pain on my red and glowing butt. And the great reluctance that I felt against this fever measuring. I felt helpless. I could not change anything in my miserable situation. I had to endure the burning and throbbing on my buttocks, as well the investigation, which began now.
During the inspection of the thermometer, Doctor Maier had determined that it was not broken, fortunately. The part of the mercury was unharmed. But the shell had several small cracks, so the temperature scale was no longer recognizable right. "I can no longer use that, Mr. G. Your son did a great job!" "I'm sorry, Doctor Maier .... But I did not expect that he shall make such a fuss!" "Well .... children are always good for a surprise .... but I am assuming that there is peace now, or Robin? Or does your father must spank you more?” Weeping I shook my head. I just wanted in the arms of my dad. To comfort me by him and have this terrible fairs finally behind me. But it had not even started yet. And my dad was not thinking about, to take me in his arms. He was busy trying to fix me for the measurement procedure. His left hand was above my butt proach and his right was on my thigh. He held me and pressed me with gentle pressure on the table, while Dr. Maier unpacking a new thermometer. He told of children who had been spanked by their parents in his practice because they did not listen to him and their parents. Children, where the punishment of their parents had not worked, he had just spanked, too.
But, as he pointed out, "... never sick children! But always such as your little Robin here! Children who are healthy but terribly stubborn and do not listen to! As a doctor, you will experience the most incredible things, I can tell you. By contrast, your son is still the purest little lamb ... even though his stubbornness is very tiring determined, right? " "Who do you say that, Doctor ..." confirmed my father and exchanged a meaningful glance with my doctor. This put now his big warm hand on my hot buttocks and said: "So Robin, now please keep very quiet!" The handle of my father was a little tighter. "Ye-es," I sobbed and put my head on my folded arms. "Ouch ouch no no no no ....." I moaned softly as Doctor Maier pulled slightly my aching buttocks apart and introduce carefully the thermometer in my butt. "Now you've done it right, my boy!" Calmed my father and dared to take his left hand from my back and stroke loving to my head.
"It hurts!!!!" I whined and grumbled, adding: "And I'm not sick at all!" With two other admonitions of my father, I brought the investigation behind me.
And when the pediatrician allowed me to put my clothes back, he had not say this twice, I quickly pulled on my clothes and threw myself into the arms of my dad. He pressed me to him and asked quietly, "Did you not forget something?" After thinking for a moment, I knew what my father meant. I guiltily looked at my doctor and said, "Excuse me .... I did not ....not want to break your Ther… Thermo whatsit ..."
"I know, Robin .... but next time you do not make such a fuss, clear? Temperature measurement is not bad at all!" He tousled my hair. I nodded, but thought: You can talk ... I find this measuring terribly! My little butt had calmed down quite not yet. I still felt the burning, throbbing and pain clearly on my buttocks. The fireworks of my father was short, but still very hard. It was the first and only time that my dad had spanked me when temperature measurement.
In the future, my father must only warned me, when I wanted to refuse a necessary measuring. He was, as Dr. Maier believes, that sick children should not be spanked. This small but fine difference he kept me very wisely. And if I was not sick, I pulled myself together more quickly when my father came to me with the thermometer.
My dislike of the temperature measurement was very stubborn in my childhood. And the next person who punished me, therefore, was a nurse.
But that is another story and will be told another time.