A Cutie afternoon

The guys finally tired out, Cutie used one of Gina's wipes to clean her face, the bib was a mess and she was squinting as a guy or two must have cum over her face. The bib got rinsed in the sink and Gina was too broken and tired to cry. This wasn't even half of what she had put Cutie through, it was easy enough to rationalize when she was on top, she didn't do it, she just gave the footballers the option. It's not like she had done anything herself. Now here she was, still not doing anything for herself and the only thing Cutie did was give the option.

Cutie got a few slaps on the ass, but for once they were "playful", not a displinary spanking or the lead up to another **** on his feminine body. He undid the brakes and started pushing the stroller, looking like nothing had happened, and it wasn't like Gina could communicate about it. She was just stuck in a wet diaper, she wasn't sure when that happened, between the distasteful distraction and her unfortunate degree of being climatized. It was just an adult baby being strolled around the school grounds.

"I really missed a trick and should have done your make up." Cutie mentioned, "I mean, you've had me do your make up hundreds of times and got my hands beat with a ruler for the slightestly uneven wings. You are all dressed up and good to show off...maybe another time, I don't have you for too much longer."

"Gina bad, Cootie no 'serb Gina do." Gina had managed to babble.

The stroller stopped.

Gina's stomach dropped.

There was silence, Gina couldn't look back at the pusher, in this case Cutie, and had no idea if Cutie was about to let her have it with some other torment or lay into her with a righteous fury that was well beyond due.

Cutie walked around, knelt down, adjusting his clutch purse, and held Gina's cheek in his palm. His soft feminine hands were tender, there was compassion in how his thumb rubbed on her cheek.

"I tried to be out of the way, but being the quiet girly guy was what put me in your crosshairs. I'm going to major in interior design, because thats the consensus of my owners, you know, your friends, my driver's license actually says female on it. I can't even imagine what making a choice for myself would look like now. You thoroughly broke me. Now, I think I just heard the very first Gina GOD-DAMN Walker apology. This!? This was absolutely nothing! I copied your idea and didn't even go that hard. You will deserve everything your sitters will do to you, Gina Walker, because you taught and refined their cruelty." Cutie said, finishing with a pinch of Gina's cheek and going back to pushing the stroller.

The spunk bottle had the formula mixed with it, it was just tucked into the side pocket of Gina's diaper bag. Cutie may have supplied the hand jobs to collect it, but now out of Gina's veiw, his eyes were getting misty. It really was the first Gina Walker apology, and he felt guilt for what he just put her through, but there was that burning anger and resentment that Cutie had been trained to hide behind lady-like grace. He couldn't feed her the bottle, but he knew that either Tom or Samatha Beth would feed it to her for him.

They walked for a bit, Gina quietly crying as she was confronted with her behavior. The curse was working as intended.