No, but you still need to use the bathroom

"Aw, thank you, very kind of you to say that", he says, grinning widely and exaggeratedly. He knows he has won by the mere fact of you being where you are in the state you are in. "I am sure you have a lot of important work though, I'll let you get on with your day. You were heading to the bathroom, I assume?" You suppose you can deny it and just head back later... But then you might have to explain why you went this way as opposed to right back to your office at all. Being caught in an obvious lie would be almost as embarrassing as the resulting spanking, you have no doubt, although less painful.

"Yeah", you say shortly and walk past him, feeling the heat radiating off your face almost as strongly as off your bottom. You get into the bathroom and slide the (pretty useless in terms of privacy) door shut. You go about emptying your bladder trying your very best to act naturally and not show too much distress from the touch of the hard seat or the shame of having to do so pretty much in the open... But most of all you try to avoid looking anywhere near Jack's face. In that, at least, you succeed.

Still, out of the corner of your eye you see him smirk before he turns and leaves as you wipe yourself. You have to admit depriving you of a chance to get any remarks in and leaving you in your shame is more effective, nothing he can say could make it worse anyway. Fuming, you finish up, wash your hands and head back to your office. Among other things on your mind is the fact that Jack mentioned his role as Ms Stevens' PA. Given your earlier encounter and conversation... You probably will be seeing him again and maybe even outside work.

In your office you are greeted warmly by your colleagues who seem to have been getting on fine without you - at least you are not swarmed with too many questions, even from the team members newly joining you. The couple of question you do get you can answer in a sentence each. Only Diana comes over to your desk once you are settled behind it, but you suspect it was more for the squeeze of your bare thigh than out of any actual need to see your screen. In any case, everyone settles back to work very quickly with nothing to indicate that their boss is naked and very, very sore. You do your best to sideline the still-burning humiliation and follow suit; your bottom really does not need any more adventures just now.