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Billy continued pleading even as he rolled over. What else could he do. Belinda sat down on the bed beside him, set the thermometer and the jar of vaseline on the bedside table and pulled his pyjama bottoms down to mid-thigh. “You just lie still, young man, until we’re finished taking your temperature.” To reinforce her request, she gave Billy’s fanny a single spank. “Ouuch,” he responded. “That was nothing compared to what you’re going to get if I find you were playing games with the grown-up thermometer. Now hold still.” Opening the jar of vaseline, Belinda dipper her index finger in and pulled out a generous dab. Setting the jar back on the table, she spread Billy’s cheeks with one hand while gently rubbing the dab of Vaseline over his rectum. She then inserted the thermometer and held it in place by resting her palm on his bottom.